In a monotonous life that had dragged on for over a decade, her master's disappearance became a sharp blade, cutting through the chains that bound Li Jiao's freedom.
She nearly died on the very first step out of the underground base. After surviving, she learned that it had all been a test of inheritance.
Those who passed would gain the divine power everyone coveted and be called Inheritors by the people of the surface.
Among the Inheritors, the most famous were undoubtedly the three who had fought their way through the mortal and divine realms, earning the world's nickname: Heaven's rebels.
Because of their personalities, no one had inherited their power in twenty years.
Then, on the day a fire lotus stained the sky red, people were shocked and delighted, and hope sprang up everywhere.
Months passed. The bad news was that, aside from that one person, there was no further word of anyone inheriting Nezha's power.
The good news was that the power of the Lord Erlang had also appeared, sparking another wave of excitement, but, as expected, there was no follow-up, just like with Nezha's inheritance.
Three strikes and you're out. Some disgruntled people began digging into the identities of the two Inheritors, eager to find out who was capable of inheriting the power alone.
But the clues ultimately led to the same person!
Everyone looked up at the Eastern champion standing between heaven and earth, holding three divine weapons in each of six arms, and looking down on the Western gods with three heads and seven eyes.
When that familiar face turned its contemptuous gaze toward the ground, two-thirds of the massive army assembled to launch a punitive expedition immediately scattered in panic, like animals fleeing a forest fire.
Afterward, they all put on a brave face and said, "It's her? Then we're fine."
The author's writing is very nice. I'm short of words and can only say this.