Of course, it's unfamiliar; before their eyes, the starry sky manifesting itself is that of the Netherworld Starry Sky.
Shen Gongbao, oh Shen Gongbao, he could never have imagined that the one he's kneeling before in worship, emitting an unbeatable might, would actually be Nezha, whom he had only met not long ago.
He has good eyesight too; after a brief moment of astonishment, he quickly realizes that the source of the pressure is not Nezha, but rather an object in Nezha's hands — resembling a sword yet not a sword, a ruler yet not a ruler.
Yet this discovery does not lessen the shock in his heart one bit.
The air seems to have solidified, even the wind held its breath.
His eyes, always flickering with cunning and schemes, are now wide open, as if they might jump out of their sockets.
Shen Gongbao's throat moved, his heart beat sped up, and his voice became somewhat hoarse.
"Holy... Holy Artifact!"
