The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 296 - 295: Get Rid of Luo Hou for Me!

Nezha panted heavily as he gazed at Kali in the distance. Even with only a fraction of the God Slaying Spear’s capabilities projected, it was still barely within his ability to manage.

Was Kali dead? No.

She likely possessed some kind of Life Dao divine skill. Despite her severely battered state, she hadn’t lost all signs of life. Her shattered body was still twitching. Being so accustomed to the Power of Destruction herself, the God Slaying Spear’s effect on her was significantly weakened.

To completely kill her, he would have to erase all the Dao Marks on her body.

Nezha found himself at a loss for a moment. It wasn’t that he couldn’t kill her, but rather that it would be too troublesome.

By his estimation, if he lifted the suppression of the God Slaying Spear now, this woman might recover in ten thousand—or even eight thousand—years, bouncing back full of life once again. Using the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation to finish her off with one strike seemed... not quite worth it.

The stronger the power used, the greater the cost to pay. Last time, just one strike had left his avatars far from peak condition even now. Nezha had also burned through countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures; after all, his wealth didn’t just come out of thin air.

After considering it, the only feasible option left was to resort to the good old primordial method—sealing. When faced with an opponent one couldn’t deal with, simply seal them up!

He could deal with it later, once his cultivation reached a higher level. Killing a Golden Immortal was troublesome now, but would killing a Daluo Golden Immortal still be so difficult in the future?

However, most of the time, such actions were forgotten by the person who carried them out, leaving future generations to deal with the consequences when the demon inevitably broke free. The thinking was usually: "Well, it’s just a trial for the juniors!"

Nezha wasn’t sure whether he’d have juniors to pass the burden to, but for now, sealing was undoubtedly the best solution.

He unfurled the Mountain and River Map, and the surrounding Star Sea vanished, returning to the Primordial World. Nezha stepped into the map to set up the seal. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Finally, he pressed a Five-Finger Mountain on top and pasted a couplet taken from the Buddhist Sect. Only then did he feel satisfied and withdraw.

The Primordial World was just one large-scale role-playing stage.

Stowing away the Mountain and River Map, Nezha returned to Monkey Mountain. Guanyin deactivated the array, and upon seeing Nezha’s slightly pale complexion, she asked with concern, "Junior Brother, have you sustained any serious injuries?"

Nezha shook his head lightly. Though he had technically won the battle, the black-skinned woman’s Power of Destruction was indeed impressive. Most of Nezha’s mana during the fight had been used to counteract the destructive energy, draining the mana reserves of all eleven avatars.

On the contrary, pure physical combat hadn’t really done much damage to Nezha.

"It’s just that my mana is a little depleted," he replied.

Guanyin felt Nezha was being overly stoic. Though she hadn’t fought Kali, her discerning gaze, befitting a Daluo Golden Immortal, had been enough. Just from the opponent’s aura alone, even she, at her peak, might not have been able to handle it head-on. How could Nezha, even with his many treasures, come out unscathed?

Unconvinced, Guanyin reached out and prodded Nezha all over.

"Uh... Sister Guanyin, I’ll be fine after a good rest," Nezha muttered.

...

The sunlight was warm, and the breeze was gentle. After Guanyin’s work on the mountain’s water flows, Monkey Mountain had truly become an auspicious place of feng shui.

On a cliff by the mountainside, a female immortal dressed in white robes with a compassionate demeanor silently recited scripture to a pitch-black stone. Resting on her lap was a handsome young man sleeping soundly.

Nezha gradually woke, stretching comfortably. Ah... Guanyin had a clean, refreshing scent, quite conducive to sleep.

Seeing Nezha awake, Guanyin stopped her chanting and asked, "How are you feeling? Have you recovered?"

Nezha blinked and made no move to rise.

"I think I’ll need a bit more rest..."

Seeing that Nezha still had the mood to sleep, Guanyin surmised he must really be fine. She chuckled softly. "Alright, get up now. If others see the mighty Great Strength Venerable King Buddha of the Buddhist Sect and Heavenly Emperor of the Central Ziwei Emperor acting like a child, wouldn’t they laugh?"

Nezha pouted indifferently. "So what if they see? They don’t have a sister’s lap to rest on."

Still, he got up, taking two ginseng fruits from his sleeve. Eating one himself, he handed the other to Guanyin.

Guanyin didn’t stand on ceremony. Ginseng fruit was a rare delicacy. Though Nezha treated it like a snack now, back in the Chan Sect, she had only ever tasted it when Hao Tian hosted a Peach Banquet.

"How’s the purification of the stone progressing?"

Guanyin put away the ginseng fruit and sighed, shaking her head.

Nezha had no other solutions, so he casually pulled out his spoils from defeating the black-skinned woman—the Destroying Immortal Sword.

He had once watched Duobao wield the Slaying Immortal Sword from afar but had never had the chance to use it himself. Now, staring at the sword swirling with demonic qi, he hesitated over whether to use it or not.

Guanyin’s expression instantly turned grave when she saw the sword.

"Nezha, this sword’s demonic nature is too strong. I think it’s better if you don’t use it," she advised.

Originally hesitant, Nezha’s resolve solidified after hearing this.

"The best way to conquer a heart demon is to face it head-on! Aaa—ow!"

With that, he grabbed the Destroying Immortal Sword by its hilt.

The moment he gripped it, an icy sensation traveled up the hilt and invaded his body. In the next instant, his vision blackened.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself seated atop the Palace of the Polestar. Below him, countless immortals bowed respectfully. "Hail to the Ziwei Jade Emperor!"

Nezha: ...

Not bad, kind of fun!

He glanced down at his even more ornate attire—flowing tassels, a crownless headdress, and an imperial robe. Instead of asking what was going on, he simply declared, "Since I rule the Three Realms, it is my duty to maintain order. Do you know the greatest blight plaguing the Three Realms?"

The Heart Demon projection posing as ’Gold Star Taibai’ was momentarily befuddled by Nezha’s erratic train of thought. Nonetheless, he did his best impression of the true Gold Star Taibai.

"Is it the Buddhist Sect?"

"The poverty of the West is of no concern!"

"Then is it the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect?"

"The demons and devils—ignorant of the Heavenly Number—are no threat either."

By now, Taibai’s forehead was drenched in sweat.

"Then, Great Venerable, what is it?"

Nezha grinned mischievously. "It’s me and that Luo Hou!"

Taibai hesitated. "So?"

Nezha: "Go take out Luo Hou for me!"

At the mention of Luo Hou’s name, Taibai—the Heart Demon in disguise—was rendered speechless. What kind of heavenly emperor are you?! Instead of enjoying the perks, you’re hung up on troubling me? And you want me to eliminate myself?!

Taibai muttered curses under his breath as he exited the Heart Demon Illusion Realm.

Everything around Nezha shattered and disappeared with a loud snap.

"Nezha? Nezha?"

When Nezha opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the Monkey Mountain cliff. Before him, ’Guanyin’ stood in a thin white veil. Her graceful figure and snow-white skin were faintly visible beneath the fabric, but her face was full of concern.

Seeing Nezha gazing blankly at her, ’Guanyin’ smiled bashfully. "Don’t like this outfit? I picked it out especially as a reward..."

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