The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 251 - 250 Zhunti Meets Tathagata, Why Doesn’t He Bow?

Chapter 251: Chapter 250 Zhunti Meets Tathagata, Why Doesn’t He Bow?

"Being too flamboyant will only invite hatred."

Long Ji let out an "Ah!"

"But my father loves extravagance and grandeur!"

Nezha immediately pulled Long Ji close, their faces practically pressed together. Lowering his voice as if he were sharing a secret, Nezha said, "That’s why your father is so resented."

Though their relationship was already very close, at this moment, with Nezha’s face so near hers, Long Ji couldn’t help but feel dizzy. Her mind went blank, or perhaps she simply chose not to think about what Nezha was saying.

All she could do was savor Nezha’s presence, a dazed smile on her lips. "Oh, so that’s how it is!"

Nezha nodded and asked, "So what should you do?"

Long Ji’s love-stricken mind worked at lightning speed. With her emotional intelligence temporarily amplified, she immediately grasped Nezha’s meaning and responded warmly, perfectly aligned with his intent, "Then I’ll keep things low-key from now on. Hmm, I’ll only wear this outfit for you."

Nezha rewarded her with a kiss on her little cheek.

Long Ji instantly broke into a silly grin, giggling uncontrollably.

As for Nezha poking fun at her father? "He’s just like that, isn’t he? Nezha was only stating the truth. What’s wrong with saying a bit of truth now and then?"

...

Nezha, high above, organized his subordinate forces, while down in the Lower Realm, Zhou Gongdan and Jiang Ziya worked tirelessly to stabilize the West Zhou’s situation.

Did they think the Divine Enthronement Primordial Age would finally bring peace?

How laughable.

At this time, East Lu had completely become a desolate wasteland. People near East Lu whispered rumors of two man-eating demons prowling the Eastern region.

In a dark crimson hall, the two man-eating demons shed their grotesque, sticky parasitic forms, revealing two pale faces—Yin Hong and Yin Jiao.

They stood in a chamber bathed in eerie red tones, at the head of which loomed a sinisterly grinning Buddha statue.

"Master, the population of East Lu has been completely slaughtered. Isn’t it enough by now?"

The ’Master’ beside them chuckled. "Enough, yes. But only for one person."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

Yin Hong and Yin Jiao immediately grasped his meaning, but neither acted. Instead, they looked at each other, their gazes locked.

They knew they had stepped onto a road of no return, their humanity irrevocably lost. The only trace left of their humanity was the brotherly bond that accompanied them on this dark path.

"Brother."

"Brother."

Yin Hong abruptly lunged towards the Master.

Yin Jiao, standing behind him, called out in a tone that seemed to pour out his very heart.

"Hahaha... sob sob sob... Brother... I’m sorry. Let’s achieve immortality together!"

Yin Hong’s expression showed no surprise. Instead, he gazed calmly at Yin Jiao as the latter’s distorted face lunged onto him, devouring his flesh.

In his eyes, there was no pain, only liberation.

A gut-churning sound of chewing filled the air. After merging completely with his brother to become a monstrous entity, Yin Jiao uttered, "Now, can I... attain... immortality?"

The Master smiled faintly and replied, "Certainly."

Then the blood-red light emitted from the Buddha statue above engulfed Yin Hong and absorbed him into its form. Around the Master, a blurry transformation took place, and a stream of twisted black demonic qi surged directly into the Buddha statue.

The Demon Buddha descended!

Meanwhile, atop Lingshan.

Saint Zhunti’s face betrayed an expression of sheer terror—a look unseen since his ascension to sainthood.

He gazed down below.

Seated in the front row was an elderly man with a benevolent expression—Fantian—and yet, his face twisted rapidly. A dream-like force belonging to the Dao of Dreams spread over him like wildfire, while the demonic qi clashed with Lingshan’s sanctity.

Fantian, a Great Expert skilled in the Dream Dao Asura path, had long since fallen into demonic cultivation within his dreams!

Fantian grinned grotesquely at Zhunti, then dissolved into dreamlike phantasm and vanished before him.

Saint Zhunti immediately rose to his feet. In one stride, wielding the Seven Treasures Miao Tree, he arrived at the temple of East Lu.

The gaze of the remaining Saints instantly focused on the scene—it was impossible not to, given the thick demonic qi that had surfaced. Such power hadn’t appeared in the Primordial Age for countless Yuan Hui periods.

Amidst the corrupted amalgamation of sacred Buddhist light and sinister demonic aura, Demon Buddha Luo Hou cocked his head and smirked sinisterly.

"Zhunti, meeting the Tathagata, why not kneel?"

Saint Zhunti’s face darkened amid his fury. Despite the conclusion of Divine Enthronement, he had foreseen that the Western Sect would rise and flourish through Buddhism. But now—entangled with demons—what was to become of his disciples? Would they be Buddha Practitioners or Demon Cultivators?

"Luo Hou, your sins are unforgivable. Submit to death, now!"

With no hesitation, Zhunti swung the Seven Treasures Miao Tree downward.

Luo Hou chuckled sinisterly and raised a black flagpole with a triangular flag adorned with six long banners, the Six Soul Banner, to meet the attack.

Each of the six tails bore the name "Zhunti"—written six times in total!

Zhunti: "..."

Jieyin shot him a subtle frown.

The other Saints couldn’t help but find the scene amusing.

Zhunti: Why do you bear me such hatred?

Luo Hou hadn’t harbored deep animosity toward Zhunti before, but now they were destined to be mortal enemies. The intertwining of Buddha and demon ensured that the Western Sect would stand as the first line against demonic invasion. And the divide between being Buddha or demon was no more than the flicker of one thought.

Moreover, as the first Saint to convert, Zhunti was—by default—the primary target of the Six Soul Banner’s curse.

The Six Soul Banner was born from the resentful energy of three thousand (vastly figurative) demons slain by Pangu God. While it lacked strong offensive power, its curse was unmatched in the Primordial Age—so potent that nothing could rival it.

The Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book? Nothing but a toy!

The demon gods were Chaos Origin Great Luo Golden Immortals. In cultivation, they were evenly matched with Saint Zhunti—possibly even superior.

At this moment, Demon Buddha Luo Hou seemed to break free from some invisible constraints, achieving the true Three Demons Realm. While still no match for Saint Zhunti, Zhunti dared not strike with his full might.

After all, he already owed a debt—if he shattered the Primordial Age further, could he still hope to survive here?

At the advent of Demon Buddha, the latent demonic nature within all lives surged uncontrollably.

Not due to Luo Hou’s direct influence, but because everyone’s desires intensified and magnified!

The heart of every being held demon.

Unbridled desires consumed the hearts of all, expanding infinitely!

Nezha felt the God Slaying Spear tremble violently in his mind and decisively threw it into Taihuangtian. Even so, feelings of ambition, lust for power, attraction, and greed for strength swirled in him.

He glanced at Yang Chan, Long Ji, and Golden Light. Surely, he couldn’t pretend to harbor no thoughts whatsoever. But having lived twice, he refused to act like a beast in this moment.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Knocking out the three little fairies clinging to him, Nezha muttered, "Good heavens, are you all lusting after my body?"

If things were like this here, there was no imagining the chaos elsewhere.

Yang Jian frantically stormed toward Taoshan in search of his mother.

Jiang Ziya, erratically drug-enhanced, cultivating in lunacy.

Huang Long, greedily scavenging for treasures everywhere.

The previously joyful, singing-and-dancing Sanxiao was abruptly subdued by Yunxiao’s single command: "Kneel."

Jin Ling Saint Mother, suddenly trapped in an ethereal pink dreamscape.

Hao Tian, fantasizing about becoming a Saint and ruling the Three Realms entirely, with the other Six Saints bowing before him.

Not even the Red Line Immortal Tushan Bai Ya could escape. She forcefully suppressed her instinctive yearning to seek out Nezha, staring helplessly at the sprawling entangled mess of red threads beneath the tree. How could she even begin to untangle this chaos?