Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha-Chapter 315 - 307: Earth!
"NASA?"
"Moon’s far side?"
Nezha’s heart trembled. That place, Earth, almost seemed utterly disconnected from this mythological realm.
Sometimes, he almost suspected whether it was real.
If it exists, is it a technology civilization with no cultivation method, or perhaps, a higher dimensional world? Is this mythological world just a storybook of that world?
He often thought this way.
But now.
He actually lifted a floor in the Heavenly Court, Supreme God’s Heavenly Court, jumped in, and arrived at the far side of Earth!
What exactly is happening here?
Nezha leaped up. Without paying attention to those spacecraft exploring this place, he simply jumped, captured by Earth’s gravity, and plummeted towards the ground.
The atmosphere.
The Fengshen World did not have an atmosphere!
He saw endless plains, skyscrapers piercing the clouds, foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes, cars honking and congesting the roads...
"A meteor!"
Someone on the street noticed him.
Nezha did not care. While others were busy taking photos of the meteor, he squinted his eyes and, instead of landing, transformed into a streak of light racing east.
Is this real?
After discussing so much about Earth and this world with that Supreme God, if he created a world based on what Nezha described? No, this is too unbelievable, but creating such an illusion in Nezha’s brain should be effortless.
He instinctively headed east.
The city he knew well.
The orphanage.
It’s still here, but it has changed a lot from his memory.
Is it really fake?
After all, despite mentioning the orphanage to that existence, Nezha didn’t reveal many details.
He stood at the entrance for a long time, soon attracting the attention of security.
After all, with his current attire, he was almost dressed bizarrely.
"Hey, bro, what are you doing here? This is an orphanage, the COSER Club is across the street."
Nezha glanced at the young security guard and asked, "Where’s Uncle Yongshun, the security guard who used to work here?"
"You know my dad?" The young man immediately got excited, rambling on about succession, brotherhood, blah blah, things no one wants to hear.
In short, he was Xu Zhisheng, the son of the Xu Yongshun that Nezha knew.
"Is Dean Wang Henan here today?"
The old dean.
The only concern Nezha had in this world returned to Earth. Whether it’s real or fake, he wanted to see him once more.
However, Xu Zhisheng gave him a strange look: "Dean Wang passed away last year. The current dean is Dean Wang’s granddaughter, Li Yaoyao."
Li Yaoyao?
Nezha’s heart shook, his nose ached.
But now he was no longer the same person as before. He had long been forged into a resilient rock.
Li Yaoyao.
The little sister he once saw?
"What year is it now?"
Right after, Xu Zhisheng assumed Nezha was a resident living nearby or a child who left the orphanage and came back to find his roots. But now, what year is it? This wouldn’t be someone escaping from a mental hospital, right?
Xu Zhisheng quietly went back, pulled out his riot fork, and sighed: "Bro, go back, don’t force me to use this."
Nezha glanced at him, his gaze already penetrating the entire orphanage, his Divine Thought scanning the area for dozens of miles, including the old residence of the previous dean’s family.
Earth.
Unlike Fengshen World, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi was so sparse it could be ignored.
Even if he brought the cultivation method of that world here, no one could cultivate into immortality.
But.
Even if this is real.
Why did the Supreme God, that Saint, send him here?
His home’s floor is connected to this world, why did he ask Nezha so many questions about Earth?
Why.
Why.
As Nezha thought about this, the riot fork had already reached his waist.
With a loud shout, Xu Zhisheng thought of being a security guard as a path to early retirement, not expecting there would be a day to fulfill his duty to protect the children.
Only when he really began to exert his force, stomping his feet wildly on the ground, did he realize something was wrong.
The slender yet upright man in front of him, seemed less like a human, more like an ancient tree rooted firmly in the earth, unmoving.
Xu Zhisheng’s face turned red, exerting all his strength, even causing the metal rod of the riot fork to bend slightly, yet Nezha remained unmoved, not even his clothes fluttering. He merely retracted his distant gaze and focused it on Xu Zhisheng’s distorted face due to exertion.
"You..." Xu Zhisheng just uttered a single word when Nezha extended two fingers, gently pinching the top of the riot fork.
The next moment, Xu Zhisheng felt a soft yet irresistible force, his hands emptied, and the riot fork had already changed ownership.
He watched wide-eyed as the man in bizarre attire, casually spun the riot fork like a piece of straw, then clasped his hands together.
The sturdy alloy fork head in his hands was kneaded into a metal ball as soft as clay, effortlessly.
Nezha casually tossed the metal ball back to the stunned Xu Zhisheng, his tone still calm: "Now, can you answer my question? What year is it now?"
Xu Zhisheng hurriedly caught the still warm metal ball, the heavy touch sobering him up instantly.
This isn’t a lunatic?
This is clearly... a superhuman?
Or an immortal?
"2... 2030!" He blurted out, voice tinged with a bit of tremor.
2030...
Only five years have passed here, the time flow slower than he anticipated.
By now, more and more people gathered around, some believed it was a performance or a movie being filmed, while others witnessing the whole event quietly took out their phones, recording or taking pictures.
Nezha just glanced, and those people’s phones melted into a puddle on the ground, quickly cooling without hurting anyone.
He transformed into a falling meteor, leaving behind a trail of exclamations!
The cemetery.
The old dean’s tombstone.
Nezha stopped here, bringing a bouquet of lilies.
He’s truly dead.
No need to dig the grave, his eyes could already penetrate the surface layer of soil.
He sat by the tombstone, thinking a lot but couldn’t figure out a reason.
Earth.
What kind of place is it?
"Among those sent out, you’re the first to come back. Seems my few disciples still have some skill."
Nezha was startled, immediately standing up, looking at the old man who appeared soundlessly behind him, his spirit and body trembling.
The old dean.
But not the old dean!
"Who are you?!"
