Chen Changsheng looked towards the lotus flower in the center of the pond. His gaze remained fixed for a long time, seeming like he had noticed something.
A moment later, the lotus suddenly flickered with silvery-white light.
When the faint light faded, a youth was revealed. His headband sparkled brightly, his robe, tied at the waist, was patterned with tigers and dragons. His features were handsome but with sharp angles, his skin like jade. On his wrist was a golden bracelet, unlike anything from the mortal world.
âSir, youâve come.â
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused and asked: âDo you know me?â
Chen Changsheng glanced at the youthâs attire, strangely finding it somewhat familiar, yet he couldnât be sure.
âHow could I forget.â
The youthâs words were calm as he approached and bowed low before him.
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Chen Changsheng frowned and examined him once more. âWhat is your name?â
The youth lifted his head and answered: âThe name Nezha was bestowed by you back then, Sir. Have you forgotten?â
âYouâre Nezha!?â
Chen Changsheng was momentarily lost for words upon hearing this.
The Third Prince Nezha?
Was this a joke?
Nezha raised his head, looking somewhat helpless. âItâs alright. This isnât the first time youâve forgotten, Sir.â
Chen Changsheng snapped back to reality. âYou truly know me?â
This time, Nezha didnât answer. Instead, he stared intently at Chen Changsheng. A faint smile suddenly appeared on his face, a smile that Chen Changsheng found unfathomable.
Nezha murmured: âAnother reincarnationâŠâ
âReincarnation?â
âCorrect.â
Nezha started but didnât elaborate. Instead, he said: âPlease follow me, Sir.â
Seeing he offered no explanation, Chen Changsheng did not press him and followed forward.
The Lotus Pond before them suddenly dissipated with a soft breeze. As the breeze faded, it transformed into an Altar. At the very center of the Altar rested a book.
The book hovered in mid-air, seemingly sealed by some force.
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Nezha said: âPlease proceed, Sir.â
Chen Changsheng looked at the book on the Altar. âYou want me to take it?â
âPrecisely,â Nezha replied.
Chen Changsheng asked: âWhat is inside that book?â
Nezha said: âIt contains what you seek, Sir.â
Chen Changsheng hesitated for a moment. He turned back. âOne more question.â
Nezha lowered his head. âPlease ask, Sir.â
Chen Changsheng said: âWere you present at the Flowing Cloud Temple?â
âYes,â Nezha answered.
Knowing this, Chen Changsheng no longer worried excessively. He strode towards the center of the Altar.
He distinctly felt himself pass through a barrier.
Chen Changsheng looked back at Nezha. âArenât you coming in?â
Nezha looked slightly helpless. âI cannot enter.â
As Chen Changsheng had suspected, only specific individuals could likely pass through this barrier.
Or perhaps⊠it had been prepared specifically for him?
This was too strangeâŠ
Chen Changsheng approached the book. He wondered if the answers he sought were within its pages.
He stood before the book, hesitating for a moment.
He reached out and touched the volume.
âBzzt.â
Suddenly, a beam of Golden Light shot into Chen Changshengâs mind.
A section of technique appeared in his memory.