The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 205 - 204: No One Left Alive

Chapter 205: Chapter 204: No One Left Alive

The only one from the Chan Sect who could still remain conscious was Ci Hang, but her Daluo Dao Fruit had shattered. She was barely hanging on to life, while Chi Jingzi, Master Taiyi, Yun Zhongzi, and the others were completely shattered, their Divine Souls trembling, barely clinging to their last breaths.

On the Shang Army’s side, there was only one sentence to be uttered: no one survived!

Oh, except Shen Gongbao—this guy had gone out seeking reinforcements and managed to dodge the calamity.

The underworld thundered incessantly, with countless ghosts wailing and Spirits howling. Even Lady Houtu herself had to exert great effort to stabilize the earth.

The Heavenly Court’s Palace of the Polestar teetered precariously, and the thirty-six layers of heaven—which had already been damaged from the Ancient Witch Clan’s attack on the heavens—showed signs of collapsing almost entirely.

As for the culprit, Kunpeng, he had long disappeared, clutching a strand of red light in his hand.

In Nantang, Zhang Guifang, the Mengjin Commander assigned to guard the Three Mountains Pass, stared at the crimson wave halting a mere hundred miles away. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he gulped harshly.

He barely moved before his legs gave way, causing him to collapse onto his knees.

He fought to steady his nerves and shouted, "Someone! Help me up!"

But no one replied—all he could hear was the dull sound of bodies collapsing around him.

Turning to look, he found thousands of patrolling guards had fainted from fear, their faces pale as death.

Nezha had already sensed something wrong in the north when chaos erupted there. Guided by Kong Xuan, he witnessed the entire self-detonation of the Chaos Bell unfold.

The heavens quaked!

Nezha found himself at a loss for words.

All he could do was scream internally, "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

The explosion instantly wiped out twenty percent of the Human Clan’s population!

Over 100,000 elite Yin Shang soldiers perished in an instant; based on Nezha’s estimation, the Investiture of the Gods list must be close to maxed out now!

And after this... won’t the Heavenly Court be a hotbed of political infighting?

Kunpeng—you are seriously the true MVP behind the Yin Shang’s downfall, aren’t you?

Coming here in such a hurry just to rack up achievements for the Investiture of the Gods?

In this moment, Nezha began to understand why Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun had placed so many restrictions on immortals. The reasoning was clear now.

When it comes to stirring up trouble, there’s no telling which day these people might blow up the entire Primordial world!

These guys are worse than terrorists!

The regions affected by the Chaos Bell’s self-detonation had completely transformed into wastelands, with countless Dead Souls scattered across the surface, while the depths below revealed nothing but a pitch-black abyss.

Even describing it as "Human Purgatory" would be praising the scenery too much!

Soon after, a heavily injured fairy dressed in tattered clothes staggered toward Nezha from the horizon—it was none other than Ci Hang.

"Li... Teacher Li..."

Before she could even finish speaking, she collapsed face-first onto the ground, seeming poised to become the first Daluo Golden Immortal of the Primordial era to die from falling.

Nezha quickly caught her and handed her a 3,000-year-old Peach to eat. At this point, Ci Hang had abandoned any semblance of the decorum expected of a female immortal. Clutching the Peach with her hands, wrapped in what barely constituted as cloth-like garments, she ravenously devoured it.

Unwilling to disrupt her, Nezha sneakily pulled out a Memory Stone from his sleeve to commemorate this moment.

After eating the peach, Ci Hang closed her eyes to recuperate. The Peach, being water-attribute, matched her own attribute but was insufficient to heal her severe injuries.

"Sister Ci Hang, what about Brother Yun Zhongzi and the others?"

Ci Hang sighed deeply and pulled out a Jade Bottle. Within it, Divine Water surrounded a group of familiar faces—some of West Zhou’s top leaders, including Ji Fa and his brothers.

All second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect looked utterly wasted, and surprisingly, Huang Long seemed to be in the best condition of them all.

Among the third-generation disciples, only Wei Hu and Yang Jian remained, while the rest had all ascended the Divine Enthronement list.

Lei Zhenzi had three lives, yet not even he could pass the trials of the Investiture of the Gods.

Master Taiyi was barely able to protect himself and couldn’t afford to worry about Lei Zhenzi anymore.

Given Nezha’s close ties with Old Jiang, Yun Zhongzi, and Taiyi, he couldn’t possibly ignore the situation.

He draped a robe over Ci Hang’s shoulders, carried her on his back, and told Kong Xuan, "Sister Xuan, I need to head to Yuxu Palace. May I trouble you to guard Nantang in my absence? I fear Kunpeng may return seeking revenge."

Kong Xuan nodded gently.

Nezha spoke no further, releasing Ji Fa and the others before activating the Rainbow Transformation Technique to hurry to Kunlun Mountain.

As he traveled, Nezha calculated that he was once again saddled with an enormous mess. Repairing such a massive hole was no trivial task.

Meanwhile, the Jie Sect’s Tongtian Sect Master had also started broadcasting the ordeal to his disciples, but there was little concern among them. "Dead people? Doesn’t affect me in the least," they thought.

Only Jin Ling Saint Mother sighed deeply—though she’d long known this day would come, she couldn’t help but feel shaken when Wen Zhong’s name appeared on the list.

Tongtian Sect Master’s sole reaction was: "Ah, my old classmate truly stirred up a huge mess this time!"

Even he furrowed his brows at the sight of the gigantic crater.

Nezha sped toward Yuxu Palace, where Bai He was already waiting at the gates. Unlike his usual calm demeanor, Bai He was visibly anxious and immediately grabbed Nezha’s sleeve to pull him inside.

When they reached the hall entrance, Ci Hang struggled to stand, mustering all her remaining Mana to exchange her tattered clothing for a clean outfit and tidy her appearance.

This time, Bai He didn’t rush her.

Once Ci Hang finished, Nezha supported her as they entered the great hall.

Both made formal bows with utmost respect, earning a slight nod from Yuanshi Tianzun.

A wave of Tianzun’s hand released Jiang Ziya, Yun Zhongzi, Chi Jingzi, and the others from the Jade Bottle. With a flick of his finger, their wounds disappeared, their bodies restored, and clean white robes adorned them—all perfectly aligned and lying side by side.

Only Jiang Ziya awoke, however.

"The old venerable has already begun refining elixirs; there’s no need for haste," Yuanshi Tianzun remarked.

Having just crafted an elixir for Zhao Gongming, Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad hadn’t even enjoyed a few days’ reprieve before receiving yet another task from his primordial self.

Lord Lao Zi: "..."

There was no helping it; this time, it was his second older brother asking.

Yuanshi Tianzun wasn’t particularly concerned, though—after all, Guang Chengzi was unharmed.

Ci Hang, familiar with her master’s temperament, wasted no time and immediately sat cross-legged, focusing on healing her injuries.

Seeing no one in a rush, Nezha decided he didn’t need to hurry either.

Kunlun Mountain—the ancestral court of Daoism, where even Pangu deemed it ideal to cultivate his Primordial Spirit. With a chance to experience it himself, how could Nezha not savor the opportunity?

Meanwhile, post-Nezha’s departure, Ji Fa and his brothers regained consciousness. Although unharmed, their days spent in Nantang left them convinced that West Zhou was utterly unlivable.

Daji didn’t personally host them; instead, their reception was handled by their brother, Bo Yikao.

Bo Yikao not only delivered updates about the battlefield but also escorted them back to West Zhou.

The bad news: their entire army was annihilated, leaving fewer than ten survivors.

The good news: there wasn’t a single Yin Shang soldier left; all enemies had been wiped out entirely.

The bad news: with the adversary obliterated, there was no way to continue the offensive.

Unless the massive crater left behind was sealed, it would be impossible to proceed—the current scenario was hundreds, thousands of times worse than the Asura incident.

Fortunately, the majority of West Zhou’s population had already migrated to Qi Mountain. Although the losses were immense, they seemed trivial compared to Yin Shang’s total devastation.

On the Yin Shang side, no one survived at the frontlines.

The current Mengjin Commander, Xu Kun—formerly a junior officer from Jia Meng Pass—had been reassigned to Mengjin and narrowly escaped disaster. Though not particularly skilled, his martial arts were reasonably competent.

After confirming the complete annihilation ahead following the Chaos Bell’s detonation, he immediately reported to Chaoge: "A crimson flash descended from the heavens and obliterated everything." Being a rough-tongued man, he didn’t embellish his words.

The war report sent shockwaves throughout Chaoge.

The likes of Shang Rong and other civil ministers who had once stood against Wen Zhong had already passed away due to old age. Now, Wen Zhong was gone too. The towering jade pillars of Great Shang seemed to be collapsing one by one. What lies ahead for the empire remains uncertain...

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