Nezha retorted, "I think you're wrong. What benefits me is the Immortal who has charm over me, and what doesn't is just a passerby."

Nezha then continued asking Nuwa many questions. Each time, Nuwa adjusted her responses based on Nezha's previous answers to better align with what Nezha wanted to hear, but the more Nezha asked, the clearer his mind became.

"Teacher, are you afraid of death?"

"Of course, I'm afraid..."

Before she could finish, Nezha pulled out the Pangu Banner and unleashed its full power, cleaving directly at Nuwa. The force of the Pangu Banner was activated by Nezha, instantly shattering Nuwa and the world she had reassembled, breaking open with the Banner's energy blade, unable to repair.

Nuwa looked utterly incredulous, she was formed based on Nezha's thoughts, even the real Nuwa couldn't be more real in Nezha's heart.

"Why?"

Nezha put away the Pangu Banner, holding his head that felt like it was about to explode.

"If I dared to speak to my teacher like this, she would have thrown me out long ago."

Nezha had a strong filter for his teacher but hadn't completely deified her.

Finished speaking, he recklessly flooded his Divine Soul with amassed Merit until it seemed as if forged from pure gold. Finally, his mind returned to normal.

In front of him, Nuwa was crushed by the Pangu Banner, and everything around him seemed like a bubble in a dream. Nezha found himself among the desolation of a barren fallen star.

Upon the fallen star floated an immeasurable entity, Nezha used his eyesight to observe the form of this Demon God, noticing its surface resembled a human brain, covered in ravines, with a section that appeared to have been bitten off by some terrifying beast.

A chaotic assembly of nerves formed a tumor-like structure beneath the brain. Below the tumor, two thick tendrils like elongated eel bodies swayed with a strange rhythm, looking like a massive mutated squid.

Nezha thought the name 'Wu Ershe' suited this creature perfectly.

Directly in front of him was a gigantic shattered eyeball. Countless tentacle-like or neural structures around it continually scraped against the eyeball, trying to wear down the power of the Pangu Banner inside it.

But the Pangu Banner was not easily handled. Just moments later, the eyeball erupted, annihilating the surrounding tendrils.

As countless tendrils fell, Nezha quickly noticed an old man attached to the brain by the tentacles—it was his good senior brother, Nanji Immortal. A sweep of his sleeve retrieved him, considering this mission accomplished, then turned to run.

The Pangu Banner's intelligence was wrong. This wasn't a fake Demon God but a true Chaos Demon God, only gravely harmed and in some hibernation. The previous feats might just be from a newly emerged awareness within its vast consciousness.

Who knows how many of those eyeballs like Nezha shattered lie within that massive tumor still?

Nezha exploited his escape skills to the fullest, employing the Rainbow Transformation Technique, combined with Space Power, creating streaks of colorful light in Chaos.

Perhaps due to the severe injury of the Thought Demon God or Nezha's insignificant presence, this giant remained motionless.

Nezha didn't know how long he ran but felt relieved not being pursued by the Thought Demon God—such a high-tier entity was entirely beyond his current capability to contend with.

Escaping unscathed was fortunate, though now he couldn't quite figure out where he had ended up?

He ran in another direction for a while, making certain it hadn't pursued, finally placing his mind at ease, summoned the Taiyi Dao Palace, and launched the auto-cruise mode, stepping into a quiet chamber to assess his status.

This confrontation severely depleted Nezha's Divine Soul Power, likely a result of projection catalyzed by Longevity Heaven. Thankfully, many top-grade Magical Treasures and Merit shielded him from irreparable harm.

Is that it?

Nezha found it hard to believe, for that was a Thought Demon God, though he might have only contended with a feeble strand of its consciousness, the Demon's bizarre methods should not be underestimated.

Rechecking his consciousness repeatedly, fearing any ensnarement by mind-altering, fabrication-like techniques, relentlessly inspecting and finding no anomalies in his Divine Soul, he furrowed his brow and summoned the God Slaying Spear, using its Demonic Qi to awaken his Heart Demon World.

Amid the dark, oppressive hall, Old Luo flickered intermittently like a poor signal.

After a moment of silence, Old Luo spoke, "You—you brought this to me?"

Nezha didn't answer him, instead spread his hands, turned around, and asked, "Old Luo, don't you think I'm different today?"

Luo Hou: ...

Damn! I'm a Heart Demon, show me some respect. Every day you come to tease me. Now you want to say you're particularly handsome today?

He instinctively thought Nezha was there to tease again, but upon sensing it, he realized something was off. His Heart Demon World blurred, and another small Luo Hou appeared beside him.

Luo Hou: ???

Luo Hou was baffled. As the Demon Ancestor, he'd never heard of one person producing two Heart Demons!

But as the veteran skilled enough to almost outplay Hong Jun, Old Deng quickly realized Nezha had an issue.

"Haha, don't know which old friend of mine has such abilities."

Nezha ignored Luo Hou, thoughtfully retreating from the Heart Demon World.

Diving into his Divine Soul, flooding with Merit constantly, the entire Soul became incredibly crystalline, dispelling many impurities under his lavish spending, his unsettled heart calming to reason.

After several iterations, the previously crystalline Soul began gleaming with the red light he was familiar with, the Outer Dao manifestation of the Thought Demon God. Nezha attempted expulsion but couldn't; rather, it seemed fused with him completely.

The red glow appeared to possess its consciousness, gradually gathering into Nezha's right eye.

Nezha took out the Kunlun Mirror; Nezha inside remained handsome with his pupils distinct—one normal black, the other a peculiar red.

He gazed at his reflection and couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

The Nezha in the mirror's right eye sparkled red, making a ridiculous face.

"I am you!"

Nezha reviewed his reflection again and said, "No, you're not as handsome as I am."

The reflected Nezha was stunned by Nezha's words—aren't we the same, how am I not as handsome as you are?

"Nonsense, we're identical, how are you more handsome than me?"

Nezha earnestly replied, "I have self-awareness, ambitions, I am Nezha, you're just a newly born replica, without autonomy, living in my shadow, even wanting to replace me and steal my ambitions, how could you compare to me?"

The Nezha in the mirror felt what Nezha said was incorrect but couldn't articulate where; indeed the Thought Demon God's power shaped him from Nezha's Divine Soul. He believed himself to be Nezha, with an innate urge to seize all from Nezha becoming the true Nezha.

Now agitated by Nezha's provocation, he questioned his own identity—who am I? What are my ambitions?

"Do you desire freedom? Do you want your own life? Do you wish to pursue your own Great Dao? Do you even want to surpass me?"

Nezha enticingly asked his mirrored self, having evidently learned Old Luo's techniques completely.

After hesitating a moment, mirrored Nezha said, "What's the use of saying this? I am you, how much you want, I naturally want as much. But if separated from you, I'll lack origin, rendering the Great Dao forever unreachable—I'd be better off seizing it all from you."

Nezha shook his head, "No, no, no, we're not opponents, rather we're allies. If I ascend to Saint, I'll naturally grant you a new body; as you cultivate upon a Saint's foundation, the future path lies wide open."

The Great Art of Empty Promises!