Viajando pelos Mundos como um Filho Rebelde
No início, tornei-me Ao Bing em "O Nascimento de Nezha, o Menino Demônio". Em três anos, a maldição do castigo celestial cairá sobre mim. Sob o olhar atento de Yuanshi Tianzun, que caminho devo seguir
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In a daze, he heard someone say:
“Here it is!”
An old but vigorous voice declared:
“This is the Spirit Pearl? If it is infused into the dragon egg, will my son gain boundless divine powers? Will he even have a chance to become a god and ascend to Heaven in the future?”
“No… no…” stammered another voice.
“It won’t work?” The old voice carried a hint of doubt and anger.
“That’s right!”
As though he had been gathering his thoughts for a long time, the stammering voice suddenly became clear and fluent. Even through his haze, he could hear the speaker’s sense of relief.
“Good. That’s wonderful!”
As the words fell, he felt himself being moved. Then a cool, refreshing torrent enveloped him.
He struggled groggily against his restraints, but his mind remained clouded.
“This is my son, Ao Bing. As agreed, I will have him take you as his master. But you must help him escape this underwater purgatory and rise into the celestial realm!”
“That won’t do…”
It was that stammering voice again.
“That won’t do!!”
The old, powerful voice suddenly erupted in fury, as though this were his final hope.
“That won’t… won’t… won’t… If I succeed, does that mean I’ll die for a worthy cause?”
The stammering voice continued to falter, like someone suffering from severe constipation.
“I must prove that I am the finest… finest candidate among the Twelve Golden Immortals!”
After a long silence, the old, vigorous voice finally answered weakly:
“Next time, just nod your h