The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 314 - 313 Simple and Easy

But, you know, actually no one has ever seen Pangu.

So who was it that spread the idea of the Innate Taoist Body?

It was Hong Jun Daozu.

Not only was Hong Jun one of the first batch of Holy Spirits after Pangu’s Heavenly Creation, but he was also once one of the Chaos Demon Gods. The other powerful Demon Gods had all been chopped to bits by Pangu wielding an axe.

He, as the distant onlooker standing like a lackey, managed to escape catastrophe.

Afterward, he entered the Primordial world and transformed from a Chaos Creature into a being of order.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one to come to the Primordial world. There were also figures like Qiankun Ancestor, Five Elements Ancestor, Dian Dao Ancestor, Yang Mei Ancestor, Luo Hou, and others.

This Innate Taoist Body was something this group—excluding Luo Hou—observed in Pangu and collectively studied through their respective Daos to develop. If Luo Hou had been included at the time, who knows, maybe the design would’ve included a tail or some tentacles sprouting from the head.

This is also why these ancient Great Experts all coincidentally chose to take on ’human form.’ This was collectively deemed the most perfect Taoist Body.

Meanwhile, Luo Hou, the ’bullied’ one, had such a bizarre visual style. Normally, he kept a human form, but once battle began, out would pop tentacles, suckers, and fangs. To the core, he still retained some characteristics of the Chaos era.

When the final battle for enlightenment came, the Daoist Ancestor led a bunch of ’friends’ to take out Luo Hou. The only one who escaped into Chaos was Yang Mei, who ultimately emerged victorious and became a Saint. Thus, this Innate Taoist Body designed by the group naturally became attributed to the Daoist Ancestor’s achievement.

The Pangu that Nezha is piecing together now is certainly still the Innate Taoist Body, but in every detail, it’s bound to be unique to him alone.

The mist slowly swirled, and after more than three full months, something seemed to awaken within the fog.

First to emerge were two sturdy and powerful legs, followed by two arms exuding pure "written" strength. One arm reached into the mist, where three Supreme Treasures seamlessly fused into a massive axe through sheer force.

No torso, no head—there was only the ultimate simplicity of raw power.

An intangible roar spread from where the head should’ve been. Across countless spans of time and space, the Mirage Dragon suddenly jolted awake, its heart seized by an instinctual fear.

Its reverse scales flared violently, and the Phoenix Wings on its back jittered with unease.

Pangu’s power was the very embodiment of omnipotence. Forget the ’why,’ just know: this power declares, "I can!"

And now, that’s exactly how it was. Pangu, manifested by the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation, didn’t bother considering how to cross time and space; he simply knew one thing: he could kill the Mirage Dragon in front of him.

All it took was lifting the axe and bringing it down!

Like a lumberjack chopping wood, Pangu’s body effortlessly lifted the axe, effortlessly swung it down, and effortlessly cleaved the struggling Mirage Dragon’s skull.

Thus, the Mirage Dragon, countless Yuan Hui after Pangu’s body, was effortlessly torn apart by a simple swing, its struggle across time and space rendered utterly futile.

As if everything was just that simple. Lumberjacks chop wood, butchers carve meat—nothing more.

After that one swing, Pangu’s limbs dissolved back into mist. What occurred within the murky mist was indiscernible.

Yet the swing didn’t merely cleave the Mirage Dragon; it struck through the entire Dream World.

The chaotic and twisted nature of the Dream World was inexplicably corrected by Pangu’s axe.

Penniless beggars who once dreamed of mountains made of gold and silver suddenly realized they were still broke, even in their dreams!

Bachelors fantasizing about having wives and concubines suddenly found themselves alone with no one who’d ever love them!

Everything was shattered—every blissful dream, every nightmare, all of it broke apart. Countless dreamers were jolted awake, their heads throbbing as though someone had hammered them squarely in the forehead.

The dream realm, once as fluid as Tan Water, completely fragmented. The crystal-clear Tan Water turned into a kaleidoscope of radiant colors, which gradually dissolved, leaving behind a single seven-colored seed that quietly fell into the mist that Nezha had manifested.

If not for their close relationship and the certainty that Nezha was part of the Human Clan, one might suspect that Nezha was actually the thirteenth Ancestor Witch!

Pangu’s power was a presence that all beings of the Primordial world simultaneously yearned for and feared.

Nezha, having personally experienced it twice, was especially qualified to speak on this.

Back then, to siphon off the Twelve Ancestor Witches’ power, the Daoist Ancestor used Houtu’s kindness, subtly manipulated by the Heavenly Dao, and eventually succeeded.

Remember, at that time, the Twelve Ancestor Witches hadn’t even reached their peak, and the Daoist Ancestor would never allow such an overwhelmingly potent and unstable force to persist in the Primordial world.

History vindicated her decision. Even though the Twelve Ancestor Witches were ultimately defeated, unlucky Gonggong still rammed into Buzhou Mountain’s weak point.

Some past-life conspiracy theories propose that this was all part of the Daoist Ancestor’s plan, but Nezha thought that was overthinking things. Who in their right mind would destroy the pillar holding up their own house? Crazy, right?

Even though the Six Saints achieved sainthood one after another, everyone knew deep down who really called the shots in the Primordial world.

As Pangu’s body dissipated, eleven avatars exhausted their strength and transformed into streams of gray energy, which automatically flowed back into Nezha’s body. Among the surrounding treasures, apart from the Chaos Bell Fragment, the others had already turned to ash.

Having once again executed the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation—this time in an ultra-luxurious version—Nezha felt his comprehension of the Power Dao soar to a new height.

The Dao Fruit in his soul was suddenly inscribed with dense, intricate Dao Marks.

A massive influx of cultivation insights and Spirit Light filled his mind, giving Nezha the sense of an information overload!

Fortunately, Nezha’s "hardware" was robust. While he busily stored his insights within the Creation Jade Scroll, he simultaneously suppressed his impending breakthrough.

Now was not yet the time to break through to Taiyi Golden Immortal—not here, at least. The spiritual energy in this place was far too scarce, and the Dao Marks offered too little amplification to the Power Dao.

For one who had twice experienced transgressive power, how could Nezha ignore the Power Dao and focus only on cultivating the False Dao? That was impossible. As for higher authorities intervening?

The Daoist Ancestor never explicitly forbade cultivation of the Power Dao, right?

Besides, Nezha prided himself on being both obedient and diligent!

The entire Dream Realm had already disintegrated. Countless ancient, accumulated dreams were swept clean by Nezha’s single axe swing as if they were nothing but garbage.

Heavenly Soldiers, Heavenly Generals, and Immortal Gods once lost in the Dream Realm now appeared groggily in their surroundings.

The gray mist slowly dispersed, revealing Nezha within. Jin Ling and Kong Xuan noticed the crowd growing larger and more chaotic. They moved to guard Nezha, their Quasi-Saint auras spreading outward to the surrounding area.

The Heavenly Court Immortals, who had still been confused, suddenly snapped to attention and aligned themselves with the three figures. With the atmosphere shifted, no one dared act out.

No one wanted to risk it—neither Jin Ling nor Kong Xuan were known for their good tempers. If this group disturbed Nezha’s cultivation, the two wouldn’t mind crushing them outright.

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