The nine little yellow ducks quacked joyfully as they saw the Fusang tree spring back to life.
The elder duck led the other eight to fly onto the tree. After a quick comparison, it shifted Old Six's position to the back, signaling Nezha, who had transformed into a little yellow duck, to come forward.
Nezha flapped his tiny wings and climbed the tree. With a slight trace of remaining consciousness, Old Six the golden crow checked ahead, "Why have I become Old Seven?"
He then glanced at Nezha's little yellow duck form. "Hmm, it does seem bigger than me. Perhaps I remembered wrong?"
Boss Wu did a quick count—there were now ten brothers sitting neatly in a row.
"Perfect!"
The nine golden crows perched on the tree for a moment, spacing out, before heading back to the desolate Primordial Realm. Near the Fusang tree, they found the stele marking the border of the Dao Palace.
The Dao Palace had been abandoned for years, so Nezha found it rather simple to refine.
