After roaming around the palace for quite some time, Xi He finally brought Nezha reluctantly to the roots of the Fusang Tree.
"Place your hand on the Fusang Tree."
Nezha obediently followed the instruction.
Immediately, he felt scorching energy coursing through his entire body, and his consciousness seemed to merge into the Fusang Tree, extending downward along its roots...
Xi He, upon seeing the golden light lose its consciousness, walked straight over to him.
The nine golden crow essences, unable to retain their external forms, transformed into streams of golden light and entered Nezha's forehead, returning to the Taihuangtian.
Xi He let out a sigh; after all, a mother could never get enough of seeing her child. But being alive was always better than being utterly destroyed.
She then turned her attention to Nezha.
Nezha still appeared as a youth of about 1.6 meters tall, with features that hardly warranted the use of any more flattering vocabulary.
