The God Plane lay quiet that day, its celestial palaces untouched by mortal strife. Yet within the hallowed halls of the Jade Emperor's court, whispers of unrest began to ripple. A golden scroll materialized in the Jade Emperor's hand, a missive inscribed with the ethereal threads of fate. His impassive gaze flickered over its words, unreadable as ever. Only the faintest tightening of his jaw betrayed his thoughts before he rolled the scroll and let it vanish into the void.
Far below, on the shores of the mortal realm, Nezha strode forward, his every step resonating with unshakable purpose. The wind-fire wheels beneath his feet spun in a harmonious rhythm, carrying him across the earth like a comet skimming the heavens. The faint heat emanating from his form caused the air around him to shimmer, his reborn body thrumming with contained energy.
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