The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 223 - 222 Why is Gui Gui always so unlucky?

Chapter 223: Chapter 222 Why is Gui Gui always so unlucky?

Alright, it’s not really some Pokémon like Gaiouka.

Nezha observed these creatures, whose intelligence had already faded leaving only instincts, but he couldn’t figure out what they were.

Yunxiao shook her head repeatedly, only speculating that they might be similar to the deity Lord Yunzhong.

Fortunately, Nezha still had his personal... his personal teacher, hailed as the most beautiful fairy in the Primordial era.

Nuwa glanced at them for a moment—and she happened to know what these were. Saints of the Primordial era, due to their number being six, could not achieve omnipotence. Similarly, their mutual resistance prevented them from attaining omniscience.

To impose restrictions on the beings of the Primordial World, the Daoist Ancestor had long sealed the River of Time completely. Anyone attempting to look back was utterly impossible, even for the Daoist Ancestor himself.

Thus, there were mysteries from even Nuwa’s pre-Saint days that she herself remained unaware of, such as the true form of the Kunpeng.

However, by sensing the aura of these beings before her and using her Saint-level insight, she could deduce the Kunpeng’s cultivation path.

The Kunpeng’s original form should have also been an Innate Spirit, though its foundation fell short of the highest tier. By chance, it encountered the Sound of the Great Dao and strengthened its Devouring Dao.

When the Dragon-Phoenix Tribes rose to prominence, the Dragon Clan occupied the Four Seas.

Observing this being’s original form, it must have been the ancient Sea God of Beihai, Yuqiang, who was gravely injured by the tyrannical Dragon Clan at the time. The Four Seas belonged to the Dragons—no Sea Gods required!

The Kunpeng took the opportunity to devour Yuqiang, seizing its authority, foundation, and fortune. Hence, it cultivated into the initial giant Kun of Beihai.

It then continued cultivating deep within Beiming. The Dragon-Phoenix Tribes began to clash and had no time to bother with this seemingly obedient Great Expert hiding in the depths.

After the Three Clans War ended, it resurfaced from Beiming and seized the seventh offspring of Yuan Feng, the Roc, absorbing it and comprehending certain aspects of the Yin Yang Dao.

Finally, it fused the forms of fish and bird, evolving into the current Kunpeng.

After attending the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, it practiced the Three Corpses Cutting Method, eventually cutting out the Evil Corpse Kun Daoist and the Good Corpse Peng Daoist.

And as for these creatures, you could say they were the remnants expelled by the Kunpeng when it devoured Yuqiang. These remnants included an outdated Divine status such as that of the Water God.

Upon hearing this, Nezha couldn’t help but think his teacher was truly remarkable. He had only encountered the Kunpeng twice, yet Nuwa had already seen through all of its secrets.

After explaining to Yunxiao, Nezha was still a bit uncertain about how to handle this "Pokémon." Taihuangtian wasn’t incapable of accommodating another deity, but it seemed unnecessary.

Ultimately, it was Nuwa who decided that Nezha should find a way to collect it—it could come in handy against the Kunpeng later.

Nezha nodded slightly, took out a Five-Colored Stone, and then activated the Five-Colored Divine Light he had cultivated, integrating all five hues into the stone. Nezha’s cultivation of the Five-Colored Divine Light relied heavily on the Five-Colored Stone, so after repeated experiments, he succeeded.

The first Elf Ball of the Primordial World was born!

Nezha tossed it onto Gaiouka’s forehead. The Five-Colored Stone emitted brilliant seven-colored radiance, and Yuqiang was absorbed into the seven-colored space within the stone.

Retrieving the "Elf Ball," even Yunxiao couldn’t help but examine the Five-Colored Stone in Nezha’s hands.

"Sister Yun, let’s go rescue Sister Gui Ling. I wonder if something’s happened to her after such a long time?"

Yunxiao immediately nodded. Although Gui Ling Saint Mother’s irritable temperament wasn’t to her liking, it was still an assignment from their teacher.

The two left this space and returned to Beihai.

Nezha raised the Mountain Opening Axe and, channeling the Dao Fruit, struck the space gate forcefully. This place certainly couldn’t be left for the Kunpeng, nor did he have the intention of keeping it for himself.

With this axe, the three thousand-plus layered spaces of this world would henceforth drift around the Primordial World. Whoever was fated to be blessed by the next Sound of the Great Dao nurtured by Pangu’s throat bones would acquire it.

Nezha and Yunxiao ventured once again into the prior space, but as soon as they entered, they were shocked by the intense miasma of grievance and bloodlust inside.

This clearly spelled trouble—the Nether River’s Blood Formation always seemed to create bizarre things.

Yunxiao summoned the Chaos Origin Golden Bowl, using Yellow Sand to shield the two as they advanced.

Inside, a monstrous presence seemed to kill and die repeatedly, bursts of chewing sounds occasionally echoing, sending chills down their spines.

Nezha immediately realized this wasn’t going to work.

"Sister Yunxiao, let me handle this."

Yunxiao nodded and withdrew the Yellow Sand, retreating into the Mountain and River Map.

Nezha activated Dao Fruit, and behind him, a Great Sun slowly took form. Soon, nine cries rang out as nine noticeably larger Little Yellow Ducks soared around him.

The terrifying heat incinerated everything in the vicinity.

Nezha transformed into the Golden Crow Dharma Form, integrating into the Great Sun.

Instantly, the Great Sun expanded in size, its dazzling Golden Light bathing the realm and sweeping away all its shadows.

Finally, Nezha got a clear view of the situation below.

A pitch-black giant turtle with blood-red eyes was feasting on a crimson-winged giant serpent.

The black turtle, sensing the illumination of the Great Sun, raised its head and let out a skyward roar—a true monstrosity.

From inside the Mountain and River Map, Yunxiao gasped, "Sister Gui Ling?"

Upon hearing Yunxiao’s words, Nezha was taken aback. This pitch-black figure, as if it had just crawled from a coalmine, was the irritable older sister Gui Ling Saint Mother?

Yunxiao attempted to send a Divine Thought to communicate. The responses she received were fragmented phrases like "I’ve been wronged!", "Give me back my life!", and "Nuwa, how dare you!"

Nezha purged the realm of its blood mist entirely, withdrew his Dharma Form, and stood beside Yunxiao above.

The Gui Ling Saint Mother was fully possessed by the Divine Turtle’s grievance, having lost all reason. Her body moved like a feral beast, continuously tearing apart the corpse of the Ming Snake. Such actions were utterly disgraceful for an Immortal, let alone a Saint Disciple.

Nezha glanced at Yunxiao uneasily; this matter was also tied to his teacher, Lady Nuwa.

The two exchanged an awkward look.

"Is there any way to save Sister Gui Ling?"

Yunxiao, possessing exceptional cultivation, observed for a while before shaking her head.

"Sister Gui Ling has already perished and dissipated. What remains is merely the Divine Turtle’s grievance controlling her physical form."

She spoke with a hint of sorrow. Though Gui Ling’s personality wasn’t endearing, countless years of companionship as fellow disciples meant such a tragic death couldn’t fail to stir emotions.

Nezha, on the other hand, felt little sentiment toward this. Gui Ling wasn’t someone he was familiar with; he merely wanted to eradicate the Divine Turtle’s grievance. But since it was attached to Gui Ling’s body, he had to consider Yunxiao’s feelings.

And also, he couldn’t help but complain internally: Why are Primordial turtles always so unlucky?

"A Saint Disciple cannot be left behaving like a wild beast. Sister’s dignity is gone, so it’s up to us to restore it."

Saying this, Yunxiao drew the Flowing Cloud Sword and slashed directly toward the giant turtle’s head.

Nezha sighed in relief but also felt a hint of guilt. Perhaps it was his fault for delaying the rescue of Gui Ling Saint Mother, but even if given another chance, he would still prioritize pursuing his destiny.

No help for it—nothing outweighed his path toward the Great Dao.