The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 325 - 324: The Afterglow

Taiyi sensed the complex aura emanating from Nezha. He didn’t ask anything, nor did he speak much, opting instead for the most direct approach: fight.

Nezha had nothing to say either. He simply went straight for it.

Pulling out the God-slaying Spear, he raised his hand and thrust towards Taiyi.

Taiyi sneered coldly. Without making a visible move, Nezha felt an invisible force blocking his surroundings, then found himself frozen in place.

"Your movements are too big, and your intentions too obvious."

A breath later, the Power Dao surged through Nezha’s body, and the sound of space tearing echoed nearby. Breaking free, Nezha didn’t act rashly.

He realized—this was a training ground!

Nezha was certainly skilled, but the opponent in front of him was even more capable.

In combat, Taiyi had no weaknesses.

Fighting Taiyi wasn’t the same as his prior battle with Tongtian Sect Master—where no matter Nezha’s methods, a single sword stroke would leave him bleeding.

Taiyi would directly pinpoint Nezha’s flaws and inadequacies.

Things like relying on brute force over finesse, overly telegraphed intentions during combat, and loose control over his mana. According to Taiyi, "You’re at least two hundred Yuan Hui away from mastery!"

Nezha: ...

"I haven’t even lived three hundred years yet, and you’re talking about two hundred Yuan Hui? Probably even more than that."

He stowed away the God-slaying Spear and charged again.

The training ground lasted quite a while. Taiyi dismantled every one of Nezha’s eighteen martial techniques, each time pointing out shortcomings. Through this, Nezha truly discovered many weaknesses and gained a deeper understanding of the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

Taiyi wasn’t unscathed either. It became visibly apparent that his body was fading, becoming increasingly ethereal. Nuwa’s voice echoed in the vicinity.

"Finish quickly—this avatar of mine is running out of mana."

Nezha and Taiyi stopped and separated as soon as her words landed.

Taiyi gazed deeply at Nuwa before speaking to Nezha: "Junior, watch carefully! My life as Taiyi has never bowed to anyone!"

With that, the chaotic Power of Time around him began merging into his form. The previously illusory body gradually solidified, emanating an increasingly terrifying aura.

The once-damaged Chaos Bell in his hand resounded, and threads of fragmented time flowed over it. The missing portions of its surface were gradually restored until it was fully repaired.

The bell’s melodious chime reverberated—it seemed to carry both exhilaration and regret.

At this moment, Taiyi appeared to have truly reverted to his peak!

Meanwhile, Nezha unknowingly found himself pushed back immeasurable distances.

The Great Sun Golden Flame, as pure as liquid gold, began to flow. A deafening cry pierced through the chaos, heralding a rising sun illuminating the heavens.

The terrifying Great Sun didn’t hesitate and directly turned toward the Chaos Mother Pit sealed by Nuwa.

Chaos Mother Pit: ...

"I’ve been sealed here peacefully, not bothering anyone. Why me?!"

Accompanied by infinite light and heat, the horrifying, dazzling Golden Sun slammed into the colorless crystalline surface covering the nebula.

From an unimaginably distant location, Nezha suddenly felt something slam into his chest. He managed to exclaim, "What the hell!" before fainting outright.

The Golden Sun struck the nebula forcefully. Its terrifying heat and energy instantly melted Nuwa’s seal, and the restored nebula sensed vast power.

Its first instinct was to devour.

But the enraged Great Sun Golden Flame wasn’t something to toy with. The originally silvery-gray nebula was dyed a fiery red-gold hue, and countless Chaos creatures were incinerated into ash.

The Chaos Mother Pit finally realized this wasn’t any sort of delicious feast. Desperately, it tried to repel the Great Sun.

Yet Taiyi’s pride and determination were far beyond what this chaotic, irrational entity could contest.

The Great Sun plunged straight into the vortex’s center, unleashing a horrifying explosion of energy. The hazy, gray nebula spanning billions of miles was pierced by countless radiant sunbeams.

The spectacle was so magnificent that even Nuwa, a Saint, couldn’t forget it for a long time.

Gazing at the aftermath, Nuwa sighed deeply. It felt as though the glory of founding the Demon Clan was still vivid in her memory.

Can Saints truly act as they please? Certainly not.

Nuwa’s avatar was now incredibly ethereal. She grabbed the unconscious Nezha, who was clutching the Chaos Bell, and tossed them into the Mountain and River Map. Then, she darted straight into the explosion’s center.

When beings of this magnitude perish, they’re bound to leave behind some treasures. Nuwa herself might not need them, but didn’t she have a young disciple to consider?

From the swirling explosion, Nuwa retrieved two items, carelessly tossed them into the Mountain and River Map, and rushed away without looking back. Her mana was nearly depleted.

What Taiyi had wrought was colossal—far too immense.

Not only did many Mystic Sect disciples witness it, but even some slumbering Chaos Demon Gods were awakened.

These beings weren’t ones even Nuwa in her true form could easily handle, let alone her mana-drained avatar. With no other option, she fled.

Seeing the Great Sun ascending, the Mystic Sect disciples scrambled to flee as far as they could. This included Duobao Daoist’s team, Guang Chengzi’s team, and Jin Ling Saint Mother’s team. Any encounter with such beings could mean death—no matter how good their treasures were.

Of course, not everyone avoided confrontation. The exception was Jin Ling Saint Mother.

"Senior Sister, such a radiant sun must rival the glory of the former East Emperor Taiyi himself—it certainly isn’t Brother Li’s doing."

Wudang Saint Mother, known for being the most composed among Jie Sect women, tried to persuade her.

Jin Ling, who knew certain secrets about Nezha, couldn’t sit still upon seeing this scene.

"Junior Sister," she said, "Brother Li saved my life twice—I cannot ignore this."

With that, she handed the Qingping Sword, symbolizing her status as the top Jie Sect Senior Sister, to Wudang.

"Junior Sister, be careful."

Turning into a streak of golden light, she flew toward the sunlight’s direction.

Holding the Qingping Sword, Wudang Saint Mother sighed helplessly. She had long heard rumors about Jin Ling growing close to Brother Li from Nuwa Palace, but now it was clear—it wasn’t simply close; Jin Ling was willing to risk her life for him!

Don’t believe gossip, don’t spread gossip—these rumors were far too understated.

Wudang Saint Mother didn’t follow simply because she feared death. As the designated Guardian of Jie Sect by Tongtian Sect Master, she bore the responsibility of ensuring Jie Sect’s continuation if anything happened. Everyone in the sect consciously prevented her from facing danger.

This time was no exception.

Wudang Saint Mother sighed again and chose a direction far away from the sun to escape.

Chaos is unpredictable. Even though Mystic Sect Immortals tried to stay as far from the area as possible, some unlucky individuals were still caught in its effects—among them Guang Chengzi’s team and Master Huang Long, who was independently tracking Randeng.

Even with the protective Pangu Banner, Guang Chengzi’s cultivation lagged, and the Pangu Banner, being the Primordial Era’s supreme attack treasure, wasn’t ideal for defense.

An unexpected surge of chaotic energy swept through. While Guang Chengzi managed to protect several burdensome junior disciples, they were scattered to unknown locations.

And Huang Long?

Huang Long was even worse off...

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