Nezha did not bind the heaven-turning silk nor did he hang the heaven and earth ring. He only held the fire spear in his hand and stood at the entrance of the cave abode of the bodhisattva of joy with a gloomy face. There was a dark fire in his eyes, burning with hatred and impulse, but there was also lingering hesitation and struggle.
Seeing that it was him, Bull Demon King secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice,
“I know that you have a deep relationship with Daoist Taiyi, but I can’t be blamed for his death. The main reason is that his cultivation has stagnated and he can’t make a breakthrough. He has tasted all the life-prolonging pills before he passed away. Even without that serious injury, it can’t change this fact. At most, he can live for another hundred years.”
“Don’t you see that your sect master, Celestial Master Su, didn’t try to resurrect him?”
