The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 324 - 323: Taiyi’s Regret

The Chaos vortex before her—whether or not it could truly understand Nuwa’s words—was a big question, but Nuwa had her ways of making it understand.

She raised the Seven-colored Giant Sword and slashed out a Five-colored Sword Light that spanned billions of miles directly at the vortex.

You don’t understand? Then I’ll beat you until you do!

Did you really think Nuwa was someone with a good temper?

Nuwa’s method proved highly effective. The vortex on the other end seemed to ’come alive’ with just one sword strike. The soundless fury emanating from it was so intense that even Nezha, hiding behind Nuwa, could feel it.

This thing...it really was ’alive.’

The enormous vortex spun rapidly before ejecting a mind-breaking creature from its center—a writhing mass of countless tentacles, densely packed with sharp teeth.

Various indescribable organs were randomly distributed along the toothed tentacles, making it impossible for Nezha to discern whether it was a singular entity or a collective mass.

Without sparing it another glance, Nuwa unleashed another slash of Seven-colored Sword Qi at the vortex. The creature was obliterated into dust, and after taking two Sword Qi strikes, the vortex’s entire clouded form visibly paled.

In Nezha’s perception, the vortex, which previously rotated ’clockwise,’ began to flow ’counterclockwise.’ Nezha immediately understood why his teacher had called it the Chaos Mother Cave earlier.

Countless monstrous creatures were being vomited out, and their strength grew increasingly higher. Judging by the measure of the Primordial realm, it started with cultivations around the level of Golden Immortal and continuously ascended to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

Chaos creatures were completely random in nature; high cultivation levels did not equate to wisdom—and the so-called ’vomit’ from this Chaos Mother Cave clearly had none.

Unfortunately, in Nuwa’s eyes, these things made no difference at all. Even the aftershock of her sword light swept them away effortlessly.

The more the Chaos Mother Cave spewed, the higher the quality became, but it was utterly powerless against Nuwa’s Seven-colored Sword Qi. Though the mana of Nuwa’s Merit Avatar was finite, the Chaos Mother Cave’s supply of creatures wasn’t infinite either.

Or perhaps, in its pursuit of evolution, it couldn’t endlessly expend its essence for Nuwa to slaughter. If it weakened to a certain degree, it would struggle to escape being devoured in the perilous depths of Chaos.

It was unclear how much time passed, but the vortex finally ceased its outpouring. As the chaotic energies at its center converged, the passageway lightly cracked open.

Nuwa wasn’t one to hold back just because her opponent stopped. Interweaving cross-shaped Sword Qi slashed directly at the vortex’s core, triggering a thunderous roar from the other side of the passageway.

Moments later, a humanoid figure emerged from the passage. Its appearance was crude and chaotic, but it indeed possessed a human-like outline. However, its organs were chaotic and unfamiliar, with an unnervingly dense arrangement.

This time Nuwa’s expression finally shifted slightly. The small fry earlier were beneath notice, but this guy, barely at the level of a Quasi-Demon God, actually registered some presence with her.

Having a presence meant one could qualify to receive an extra sword slash from Nuwa.

After one strike, the Quasi-Chaos Demon God still disappeared into nothingness. Yet following this attack, Nuwa’s avatar noticeably dimmed in radiance.

"Teacher..."

Nuwa shook her head, signaling that it was fine—it was merely excessive mana consumption for this avatar.

"This thing should have quieted down. Be prepared; the Chaos Bell should appear soon."

Nezha heard this and felt a bit dumbfounded.

Huh? I need to be ready?

Nuwa’s prediction proved accurate. After the Chaos Mother Cave churned for a while longer, a piercing golden light—utterly incompatible with the surrounding Chaos—flashed within it.

Soon after, the top of a half-broken, arc-shaped bell shot out suddenly like a horn.

The Chaos Bell, as part of the Heavenly Creation Axe, was an unparalleled treasure among Primordial beings. To Chaos Creatures, it was equally precious. If one could devour and merge the Great Dao imbued within it, becoming a Chaos Demon God would be entirely feasible.

The Chaos Mother Cave immediately reacted, spinning rapidly. A terrifying suction force began pulling the fragmented Chaos Bell back into its depths.

Nuwa, who had labored for so long waiting for this moment, naturally wouldn’t allow it to reclaim the bell.

Forming seals with her hands, she shouted sharply, "Seal!"

From her body, Seven-colored Divine Light expanded swiftly toward the Chaos Mother Cave. Wherever this radiance touched, all chaotic, disordered matter was instantly refined and transformed into Five-colored Crystals.

The Seven-colored Divine Light spread across billions of miles, freezing the Chaos Mother Cave entirely. The bizarrely shaped nebula, covered in Five-colored Crystals, now possessed a strange kind of beauty.

Nuwa’s already ethereal form became even fainter as she hastily urged, "Nezha, go!"

"Awooo! Awooo!" Nezha cried out as he hurriedly rushed toward the Chaos Bell, which was on the verge of escaping.

Incorporating Rainbow Transformation Technique with Seven-colored Divine Light, his speed and adaptability surged to a new peak. The Seven-colored Radiance streaked through the Chaos, though it was barely keeping up with the fleeing Chaos Bell.

There was no choice—he had to use a stronger method!

As his thoughts raced, golden flames enveloped him. Moments later, he transformed into a Great Sun, accompanied by a piercing cry as a hundred-zhang Golden Crow soared through the sky.

The Rainbow Transformation Technique, after all, was a Divine Skill of the Golden Crow Clan. After assuming the Golden Crow Dharma Form, Nezha’s speed increased by another thirty percent. He had braced himself for an intense chase, only to discover that the Chaos Bell ahead had suddenly come to a halt.

The Chaos Bell stopped—yet Nezha couldn’t.

As he rapidly approached, he noticed the faint golden light always coiled around the Chaos Bell had grown blindingly bright, eventually morphing into the shape of a golden-crowned, red-robed, impossibly handsome young man.

This was none other than the once-deceased East Emperor Taiyi.

The Chaos Bell floated naturally in his hand.

Did he just accidentally awaken East Emperor Taiyi’s lingering soul with his shouting?

No matter; he still needed to obtain the Chaos Bell at all costs.

As Nezha approached, the previously vacant expression on East Emperor Taiyi’s face began to come alive, and he started scrutinizing Nezha from a distance.

Once Nezha got closer, he refrained from acting rashly. For this legendary figure of Primordial lore, he still held respect.

"Junior Nezha greets Senior East Emperor."

"Your foundation is solid, but you’re too conservative. Strong, yet lacking in finesse. Still, not bad overall."

Nezha: ...

I was just being polite—why are you critiquing me?

Besides, you could’ve stopped at the first part. No need for the backhanded comments. I can’t handle criticism—it gets to me.

"Senior, are you still alive?"

Taiyi gave a confident smirk.

"Do you think I’d die so easily?"

Nezha barely had time to think Taiyi seemed impressive when Taiyi continued, "But I am indeed dead now."

Nezha suddenly felt that East Emperor Taiyi had a hidden talent for comedy—saying such unserious things in an utterly serious manner.

"Back then, if I hadn’t wanted to die, I wouldn’t have. With trash like Emperor Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin, if I wanted to leave, they couldn’t have stopped me."

"Then what are you now, Senior?"

"A fragment of will attached to a captured shadow of the past."

After speaking, he added with a faint smirk, "If you want my Chaos Bell, you’ll have to get past me first. Defeat me, and it’s yours. But if you fail, she’ll continue to wander through Chaos."

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