The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 213 - 212: The Curse of the Clouds

Chapter 213: Chapter 212: The Curse of the Clouds

Lord Yunzhong’s face retained its original tranquil and carefree expression on one side, while the other began to twist into shadows, appearing strangely eerie.

In the vast, mist-shrouded Yun Meng Swamp surrounding them, the colors shifted to blood red, and a thick, iron-like scent of blood permeated the air.

Yunxiao reacted quickly, retrieving the Chaos Origin Golden Bowl. Inside, endless waves of yellow sand began to scatter, countering the encroaching blood energy in the air.

As a Mystic Sect Quasi-Saint, Yunxiao possessed extraordinary insight. Facing the ominous atmosphere, his expression turned solemn as he demanded, "Who are you? Are you Lord Yunzhong, the Ancestor of Nether River, or someone else?"

Lord Yunzhong opened his mouth to speak, but two overlapping voices emerged: "I am Lord Yunzhong!"

Yunxiao immediately retorted without hesitation, "The great Lord Yunzhong is an innate divine spirit. How could he turn himself into such a monstrous form as this?"

The words seemed to enrage Lord Yunzhong completely. The shadowed half of his face twisted back and forth before eventually settling into its earlier appearance. Yet his tone grew colder and more sinister: "Yunxiao, hand over your origins to me!"

Without another word, his body dissolved into water vapor, fully merging into the endless Blood Pool.

Simultaneously, unbeknownst to the Sanxiao sisters, a blood-red thread had already connected itself to their bodies. The entire Blood Pool began to operate in a regulated pattern, grinding inexorably toward the three sisters, while the thread continuously extracted their pure white cloud origins.

Yunxiao’s first instinct was, of course, to take his sisters and flee. Unfortunately, the vast formation had entirely sealed off this space. Using his deep expertise in formation arrays, he swiftly identified the Array Eye of the formation.

Drawing his Flowing Cloud Sword, he briefly gathered his energy and swung three strikes toward the heavens. Enormous white sword energy erupted skyward, repeatedly aiming blows at the Array Eye. Yet it seemed as if his strikes were absorbed into a soft cotton mound—before long, the surrounding blood mist expanded and restored itself.

Subsequently, the pervasive blood mist appeared to seep into the yellow sand, encasing the three of them as their origins continued to erode swiftly. Yunxiao, with his strong cultivation, managed to resist it, but No Brainer and Unhappy had already turned pale as snow.

Bixiao, realizing the danger of the situation, threw forth the Golden Jiao Scissors. Two golden dragons swam in arcs through the surroundings, but struggled unsuccessfully to find a target.

In truth, the entire sequence—from Lord Yunzhong’s transformation to the formation’s activation, to Yunxiao’s counterattack—occurred in mere instants.

"Sister Yun, quickly enter the Mountain and River Map!"

Yunxiao’s expression was grave as he flung his two sisters into the map and entered himself.

However, as soon as he entered, his brows furrowed deeply—the loss of their origins had not ceased. This wasn’t solely a formation; it was also a cloud-based curse intertwining with their very essence. Now that their origins had been marked, even the Mountain and River Map could not shield them.

Nezha, standing nearby, also deeply furrowed his brows as he observed the blood-red marks upon their chests. The aura emanating from the marks was all too familiar to him—it carried the Dao Qi of the Ancestor of Nether River, alongside a devouring Dao Qi.

Seeing Qiong Xiao and Bixiao’s pale complexions worsen, Nezha tried every imaginable solution, yet was unable to counteract the effects. Resorting to the River Map and Luo Book for calculations, he discovered the most effective solution was... to kill both of them outright.

No Brainer, typically lively, now appeared despondent, leaning against Unhappy.

"Elder sister, are we going to die? What a shame—I haven’t finished playing yet! If I’d known I’d die so young, I would’ve just had my fun instead of cultivating!"

"Second sister’s right!"

Nezha silently prayed to his teacher, yet no response came. It was evident that his teacher did not intend to intervene, meaning the situation had not exceeded Nezha’s capability to handle.

Yunxiao, desperately resisting the depletion of her origins, looked toward her once playful sisters with a heart full of anguish. When she saw Nezha shake his head helplessly, she gripped her sword tightly and surged forward.

Above her head, the Chaos Origin Golden Bowl unleashed a torrential yellow sandstorm against the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation. Yunxiao wielded her Flowing Cloud Sword with reckless abandon, hacking relentlessly at the Array Eye, completely disregarding the draining impact upon her origins.

Her furious attacks aimed to push the mysterious, reinforced formation’s Array Eye past its threshold, tearing through its barriers.

...

Beneath the blood-colored formation.

Nether River and Kunpeng held clumps of glowing red light in their hands, infused with the origins of the Sanxiao sisters.

The Ancestor of Nether River stared excitedly at the faint soul lingering within his palm. "Absorbing the origins of those three, perhaps this remnant of the Hong Yun soul can recover slightly."

Kunpeng replied flatly, "Who knows? Regardless of what we find, there’s no retreat for either of us now."

"Won’t this provoke Saint Tongtian?"

Kunpeng glanced dismissively at the Ancestor of Nether River. "No wonder you can split off a female form—truly indecisive like a woman."

"This incident was orchestrated by Lord Yunzhong; the two of us merely stumbled upon their abandoned origins."

...

Nezha gazed helplessly at No Brainer and Unhappy, now reduced to mere white clouds, as anxiety gripped his heart.

"Sister Yun, why is this formation unbreakable? With your swordsmanship, even a Second Corpse Quasi-Saint would struggle to withstand such ferocity!"

At this moment, Yunxiao’s hair hung disheveled as she gritted her teeth and relentlessly attacked. Having tested the boundaries multiple times, she had indeed uncovered the problem—yet found no solution.

Without even bothering to ask about her sisters’ conditions, she replied to Nezha, "The Array Eye of this formation is Lord Yunzhong’s divine status as an innate divine spirit. Though he has fallen and his fate remains unknown, his divine status once bestowed by the Heavenly Dao remains fundamentally indestructible. Attempting to shatter it would be near impossible."

Upon hearing this, Nezha turned to the River Map and Luo Book, leveraging merit to accelerate his calculations of a breaking strategy.

At that exact moment, Zhao Gongming, deep in meditation in Yuxu Palace, was struck by sudden disorientation. Without hesitation, he soared toward an unknown region of the primordial world.

Sect Hierarch Tongtian sat calmly on his cloud platform, fiddling with the Slaying Immortal Sword while gazing into the distance. Pausing briefly, he ultimately refrained from action.

The road to seeking Dao is treacherous; each individual must traverse it themselves. As a teacher, Tongtian’s role was to educate, guide, assist, and safeguard—but never to walk the path in their stead. His own path could not be replicated by his disciples.

Back with Nezha, the calculations derived from the River Map and Luo Book, aided by immense merit, had reached their conclusion. The solutions presented were unexpected yet, in hindsight, logical.

Faced with options, Nezha couldn’t remain idle. If there was a way, he would save them—he couldn’t stand by and watch the Sanxiao sisters perish before him.

Nezha’s hands formed complex Dharma Seals as turbid gray energy surged from his body. Soon, eleven identical yet more ferocious Nezhas emerged.

He retrieved a long banner, a scroll, and a bell, positioning them between the twelve figures.

The turbid Qi that had surrounded Nezha began to circulate. Initially confined to his being, it expanded into an intricate flow among the twelve figures.

The rapidly rotating turbid Qi gradually transformed into mysterious, ancient patterns, growing stable over time. Divided into groups of four, they directed pseudo Dao seeds toward each treasure.

The seemingly ordinary long banner began radiating Chaotic Sword Energy.

The once-pure scroll revealed Yin Yang Fish spiraling within.

Finally, the Chaos Bell emitted a resonant chime, anchoring the moment in the river of time.

Subsequently, the three treasures achieved an extraordinary resonance.

Each Nezha’s body became covered in gray patterns until they began to vaporize entirely.

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