Nezha held the storage bag given by Deng Chan Yu, filled with accumulated misty ash, stepping on the wheel of wind and fire, and hurriedly headed towards the North Sea.
The Queen of Heaven happened to be bored, so she quickly mounted the divine beast Jidong to follow.
Xiao Qingluan felt it was not quite appropriate for her to stay alone in Taixuan Cave, so she followed along as well. She transformed into a blue swallow bird, fluttering her colorful wings and trailing behind with seven-colored light ribbons in her tail feathers. As a child, she flew around Jiaji flying around, occasionally being caressed on the head by Jiaji, showing great joy and constantly emitting melodious chirping sounds.
The trio was not as skilled in speed as someone else, and Deng Chan Yu's mastery of space was not advanced enough to teleport them to distant places. Although they were traveling at great speed, they still wasted some time on the way.
Just after crossing the river, they were blocked by General Yang Ren of Qi.
Yang Ren rode a common "on-the-street" Fire-Eyed Golden-Eyeball beast, holding a long spear, and looked at Nezha.
"Is that the advance guard of the Han country? Please stop, this is the territory of Qi."
Nezha was very annoyed: "We are going to the more northern end, regardless of whether it's Qi or not, move aside!"
He held the Fire Dragon spear, preparing to engage in a fight with this guy whose eyes looked a bit peculiar.
Xiao Qingluan had never fought before, so when she saw Yang Ren blocking the way, she quickly transformed into human form and hid behind Tai Ji. She was still thinking in her little head: "Should I go up and kick him in the face, or secretly punch him when the fight starts? It's so difficult!"
Jia Ji pulled Nezha: "Don't get angry, let me solve it."
Before Yang Ren could react, she waved her hand, and the intangible power of a true immortal transformed into a transparent weave, silently enveloping him.
She is also a disciple of a saint! Dealing with one Yang Ren is quite easy.
Yang Ren showed no sign of fear, and his eyes glowed with a blood-red light: "Solve me? Don't be so arrogant. If you have the guts, just come at me!"
He sat on the back of the Fire-Eyed Golden-Eyeball beast, staring blankly for a full ten minutes. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the city of Zhao. He saw the old minister Mei Bo advising himself, telling himself to speak directly to the king, even if it meant death, he saw Zhou Wang, Xiao Chong, and many familiar ministers and officials.
He nearly recalled all his experiences over the past ten years. Some were real, some were fake, some were in the past and some were in the present. All memories piled up together, and finally he touched his forehead, what was he going to do before? He completely forgot!
The Fire-Eyed Golden-Eyeball beast roared twice, and he looked quite strange, moving in a mechanical manner along the river to continue his patrol.
Thousand miles away.
"How did you do it, mistress? It's so powerful. Can you teach me?" Xiao Qingluan noticed that Jia Ji just waved her hand, and the enemies blocking the way seemed to have gone dumbfounded, allowing them to easily pass through. This move was so impressive.
Nezha thought that this kind of technique was not as exhilarating as killing with a sword or spear, but he wouldn't refuse to use it if he could. He looked at Jia Ji with the same anticipation.
Jia Ji smiled and said, "It's just stirring a trace of his heart's attachment. It's not much, but if you want to learn, I can teach you when you return."
Mengpo was an incarnation of a saint who was proficient in modifying, reshaping, or even erasing memories. Now Jia Ji's magic carries this characteristic, which is really not worth mentioning.
The trio arrived at the North Sea.
