The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 378 - 377 Breaking Destiny

Afterward, Nuwa explained everything to Nezha in great detail.

This brought up an unavoidable topic—Fate Grid.

Nuwa’s Fate Grid was set by the Great Dao, designating her as the Mother Goddess of the Primordial era, but her position was usurped by Hong Jun, an outsider.

The Three Pure Ones, being the transformed Primordial Spirit of Pangu and inheritors of Pangu’s legacy, were fated to become Saints due to the immense karmic debt owed by the Primordial era. The Western Two Saints received their position by dividing Dao and Demon, supplemented by the karmic deeds of the West.

Setting aside individual efforts, Nuwa emerged as a standout due to her unique Fate Grid and the karmic consequence of losing her authority.

Now, Old Deng tasked Nezha, his disciple, with breaking Nuwa’s destined path, thereby freeing himself from any responsibility while solving all issues concerning outsiders once and for all.

As for whether to strike, there wasn’t much room for hesitation. To her teacher, this Fate Grid was nothing less than a shackle tying Nuwa to the Primordial. Without it, Nuwa could achieve true liberation.

The Primordial world was like a besieged city—the Six Saints inside wished to leave, while Chaos Demon Gods outside wished to enter.

After discussing it for a while with his teacher, the conclusion was clear: whether for the sake of his teacher or himself, Nezha had to cleave the Destiny Gate.

But how could this thing be shattered?

Nezha pulled out the God Slaying Spear and stabbed at it repeatedly. However, the closer he got, the more his strength was suppressed. When he approached within three inches of the gate, even the terrifying Power of Destruction on the spear vanished completely.

Clang!

He was shocked and forced to retreat several steps, yet the Light Gate remained unscathed.

Nezha didn’t give up—spells, Divine Skills, arrays, and Magical Treasures bombarded the gate, but it was all futile. The reason wasn’t that Nezha’s attacks were weak; in fact, the gate was already severely weakened after being struck by Pangu God’s axe ages ago. The true reason was that Nezha’s level of power was insufficient.

Each time his mana reached the gate, it was dissolved by the Power of Destiny.

Nezha stopped his attacks and began pondering how to destroy this Destiny Gate. Before long, he had an idea—the Daoist Ancestor had already given a clear hint.

The axe mark on the gate was left by Pangu God himself. If Pangu’s power harmed it before, then what force would be needed to destroy it completely? The answer was obvious.

Realizing the critical point, Nezha didn’t act immediately but chose to wait.

He offered the Chaos Bell to Jin Ling and the others as a stabilizing anchor, and then began adjusting his state. Once he activated the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation to cleave the Destiny Gate, even the already-ruined Two Forms Realm would likely collapse completely.

If Jin Ling and the others returned amidst the chaos, it would certainly cause setbacks. Since the Daoist Ancestor had allowed the gate to remain for so many years, waiting a little longer wouldn’t hurt.

This wait ended up lasting over three months.

The first to return was Jin Ling Saint Mother. As a Saint’s direct disciple linked to Nezha through the Life and Death Dao, she was only minimally affected by the Time Force and thus returned first.

Jin Ling appeared unchanged on the surface, though it was unclear what she might have experienced during her crossing. Upon returning to the Two Forms Realm, she glanced briefly at Ancestor Dragon and Yuan Feng passionately trading insults at the base of the mountain, then walked up to the summit. She took a quick look at the Light Gate not far away, saw nothing of note, and sat cross-legged beside Nezha without saying much.

As time passed, the next to return was Thunder God. Just as he approached the mountain, he was blocked by Jin Ling, who shared an unspoken connection with Nezha and stopped him from advancing. Helpless, he landed at the mountain’s base, opting to check on his elder brother’s condition.

"Tch, isn’t this the Old Blue Loach?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Thunder God’s face instantly darkened. Trying to maintain some composure, he was quickly broken by Yuan Feng’s mocking words. Yuan Feng wasn’t one to show the slightest fear; facing Ancestor Dragon and the Thunder God brothers, he remained utterly defiant.

As time passed, more and more Heavenly Soldiers began returning. Those bound by the Investiture of the Gods couldn’t escape easily. Disciples from major sects such as Wen Zhong and Lei Zhenzi were quicker to return.

Of course, there were some who were lost entirely, but nobody cared anymore. In the end, 40% of Hao Tian’s dispatched force of a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers were lost, though fortunately, those True Gods holding Divine Positions were unharmed.

The last to return was Kong Xuan, who had charged ahead during the conflict. At this point, Kong Xuan’s robes were tattered, and his radiant halo behind his head was half-shattered. One could only guess what he had gone through.

Upon reaching the mountain base and seeing Ancestor Dragon and Thunder God, his expression grew icy, carrying an impulsive desire to act. Noticing Kong Xuan’s hostility, Thunder God immediately stepped forward to shield his elder brother.

Through the mirror, Yuan Feng—a perpetual instigator—showed no concern over escalating conflict.

"Old Six, take these two old loaches down!"

Kong Xuan had no intention of listening to Yuan Feng’s nonsense. He knew Ancestor Dragon needed to be brought back to the Sea Eye to fill the gap. Moreover, death might not be a curse but a release for Ancestor Dragon.

Thus, his target shifted to Thunder God.

"Senior, once this matter concludes, may I ask for a duel?"

His words were humble, but his tone certainly wasn’t.

Thunder God, not known for his patience, couldn’t tolerate such provocation, especially from someone of the Phoenix Clan.

"After this is done—Chaos Battle."

"Good."

...

At the summit, Nezha was aware of everything happening below but made no move to intervene. Kong Xuan was an independent individual with his own logic and actions; Nezha could assist, but he couldn’t dictate.

Now that nearly everyone had gathered, Nezha went ahead and opened the passage to the Primordial realm.

With Jin Ling, Kong Xuan, and Thunder God "escorting" Ancestor Dragon back to the Sea Eye to replace Duobao Daoist, Nezha stayed behind to destroy the Destiny Gate. Jin Ling seemed concerned, but Nezha didn’t provide much explanation, only squeezing her hand as a parting gesture.

Once everyone else had retreated, the desolate world was left with Nezha alone.

Nezha took out the Chaos Bell, a scroll, and a banner, placing them before him. Eleven silhouettes emerged from within him, enveloped in misty Dao Qi. The twelve figures gradually dissolved into gray mist, which enveloped them entirely, as a terrifying pulse of energy began brewing.

Everything seemed to proceed as planned when the Chaos Bell abruptly let out a chime. Eleven crimson droplets of essence blood flew from it, merging into the gray mist, which was instantly tainted with a blood-red hue. Nezha tried to halt the process but was utterly powerless.

Something previously forming at a slow pace accelerated drastically under the catalysis of the essence blood. A primordial roar, as if from the depths of ancient epochs, reverberated throughout the Two Forms Realm.

An intangible force swept through, causing the entire realm to collapse further.

Before long, two muscular arms and a pair of mighty legs emerged from the swirling mist. As the mist contracted, it revealed a broad and robust chest.

With the essence blood as a catalyst, the completeness of Pangu’s Body rose to an entirely new level. The gray mist-cloaked giant reached into the fog and pulled out an axe, lifting it high above his head before delivering a downward strike.

This axe carried no dazzling radiance—only unparalleled power. Previously, Nezha had exhausted all his methods with zero effect. Now, as the axe struck, the Light Gate glowed in dazzling blue in an effort to resist destruction. Yet its resistance proved futile.

The axe blade collided with the Light Gate, and with a loud crash, the gate began to shatter. The blue, mirror-like surface was ruthlessly obliterated, and everything behind the gate vanished into oblivion under the mighty axe’s blow.