[Blurb]
Rumor has it that the junior fellow disciple who was born as the Demon Pill is an arrogant sort.
They say his magical abilities are astonishing, but he is unruly and defiant, with a stubborn, fierce temper. He's the kind of person who fears nothing under heaven.
For a time, the name Nezha was famous among this generation of disciples at Yuxu Palace.
After all, this was someone who could withstand the Heavenly Tribulation and make Uncle Taiyi so worried his hair fell out.
The first time Nezha saw Yuli was outside the military camp in Xiqi.
The youth had just arrived and made no effort to hide himself. The moment he sensed demonic aura, he charged over, swept along by scorching wind and fire, a red sash draped over his shoulders and a spear in his hand. His swordlike brows were drawn together, and his whole body radiated murderous intent and malice. Yuli was so startled that she froze, forgetting to reveal her identity.
At their first meeting, the two fought fiercely. Their sudden clash of water and fire nearly blew a hole in Xiqi's military camp.
As the saying goes, you don't become acquainted until you've fought.
After many things happened, they journeyed together, from meeting and understanding each other to falling in love, and finally parting ways.
All that fate had bestowed upon them was like flowers reflected in a mirror or the moon in water. In the end, it all vanished, leaving nothing but an empty dream.
Everything began with a choice, and everything returned to choice.
Caught in the game, everyone was like a marionette, unable to control their own fate.
They struggled and resisted, but in the end... just before her consciousness faded away, she saw her young man restored to his proper path.
He ultimately became a god, while she fell from the clouds in the story that belonged to him alone, rotting into mud amid a spray of blood.
Many years later, the campaign against Shang was over, and the Investiture of the Gods had ended.
The youth, now fully grown, had completed his cultivation and achieved great renown.
Standing among the clouds, he gazed at the jade palaces before him and the vast sea of stars, yet all he felt was bleakness and tedium.
In the Three Realms, the beings most feared by demons and monsters were the True Lord Erlang, who lived at Guanjiangkou, and the Red Lotus Third Prince of the Heavenly Court.
They say that the great deity with a lotus body and limbs of lotus root is cold-hearted and ruthless. Any monster he lays hands on is doomed to die.
For a hundred years, his fiery red sash and silver-shafted spear have been enough to make countless monsters tremble at the mere mention of him.
And the youth became a notorious god of slaughter in the Heavenly Court.
Five hundred years after the Investiture of the Gods ended, the mortal world was in the depths of winter.
The youth, dressed in red with black hair, stood atop the clouds and gazed into the distance, peering across the empty expanse. At last, he numbly remembered...
This was also the five-hundredth year since he had lost her.
Reader's Guide:
* A crossover setting combining Nezha: Birth of the Demon Child and Investiture of the Gods.
* Many plot details are the author's own inventions, and the story will go wherever inspiration takes it.
* Read with caution. Please don't flame if it's not to your taste.
Theme: Refuse to yield or obey, and forge your own path.
