Immortal Travel of Longevity-Chapter 126: Great Jing Was at the Brink of Life and Death

Chapter on Divine Binding Decrees (Part Two)
It described a method of invoking deities. At the end, several pages listed numerous divine names.
Among them, Chen Changsheng found the name “Third Prince Nezha.”
There were also many other names he knew well.
True Lord Erlang Yang Jian; Lei Zhenzi, The Adopted Son; Lü Dongbin, Patriarch of Pure Yang; Li Ningyang, Head of the Eight Immortals…
Chen Changsheng slowly recovered his senses. He turned to look at Nezha waiting outside.
His expression serious, he asked: “This technique… what does it mean?”
Nezha looked at him and said: “Didn’t you just read it, Sir?”
Chen Changsheng paused, finding this ridiculous.
He tried to pick the book up, but in an instant, the volume on the Altar turned to ashes and disappeared.
Confused, he turned to Nezha. “The book… it perishes after being seen?”
Nezha answered: “It will reappear in some years.”
“Some years?”
“Perhaps hundreds… perhaps thousands…”
Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue softly and turned to leave the Altar.
He passed back through the barrier and stood before Nezha. “It’s time we had a proper talk.”
Nezha smiled warmly and nodded.
He then spoke: “No need to ask further, Sir. I cannot answer you. It is not yet the time.”
“So, you know, just cannot tell me?”
“Correct.”
Nezha said: “It is a rule you yourself established back then.”
Chen Changsheng’s eyes flickered. “Back then? So… I am not just me?”
“Incorrect.”
Nezha said: “Sir, at present, you are not yet entirely yourself. And yet, you are still Sir.”
Though it sounded a bit convoluted, careful thought made it somewhat understandable.
Chen Changsheng said: “You mean I am not yet fully myself?”
Nezha seemed to realize he had spoken too much. He fell silent and lowered his head.
“I understand.”
Chen Changsheng pressed further: “Is it… my past life?”
Nezha didn’t speak and kept his head bowed.
Chen Changsheng continued: “You said I made the rule. Why did I establish such a rule back then?”
Nezha still did not answer.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng didn’t ask more on that point. Instead he said: “Very well. I won’t press other matters. But tell me one thing: Where did the names recorded in that book come from? Where did those beings originate from? Tell me that, and I shall ask no more.”
Nezha seemed to ponder this request.
He hesitated on whether he should tell Sir.
Seeing his hesitation, Chen Changsheng said: “This hesitation tells me your own origin itself is not simple. Perhaps you appeared out of thin air? Or were you perhaps… created by someone? Am I right?”
Hearing this, Nezha sighed softly.
He simply admitted it: “Indeed.”
“Forged by Magical Power?” Chen Changsheng asked.
Nezha shook his head, however. “Nezha is one who dwelled in Sir’s dream, not forged by power.”
“A dream!?”
Chen Changsheng paused upon hearing this. Initially it seemed unbelievable, but upon reflection, it somehow felt possible.
After all, this world did not always follow common sense.
Nezha glanced behind him.
Dense fog was suddenly rolling closer.
He turned back to Sir and said: “It’s late. Sir, you must leave now.”
“Hmm?”
Chen Changsheng looked up. Fog was indeed billowing in and covering the distant area.
Suddenly comprehending something, he looked directly at Nezha.
Nezha froze under that gaze.
Chen Changsheng said: “You are not the master of this place?”
Nezha didn’t answer. The thick fog swiftly closed in.
Chen Changsheng felt a moment of disorientation, followed by a dizzying sensation, and lost consciousness once more.
When he awoke again, he was back before the Stone Gate.