The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 34 Xingtian Big Struggle in Heaven

Chapter 34: Chapter 34 Xingtian Big Struggle in Heaven

Mo Xingtian roared and hurled the shattered fragments of "Ten Thousand Blades" toward the two people running toward the Cold Ice Formation.

The two had found Yuan Jiao. As Yuan Jiao saw only two of them arriving, he was alarmed: "Big Brother, Second Brother, where is Third Brother?"

The two wore expressions of bitter anguish, then simultaneously turned around, their blood-soaked backs riddled with fragments of countless blades.

If not for the fact that their vestment robes were decent magical treasures, they would have long since been pierced through and perished.

Yuan Jiao was both furious and sorrowful, pouring his full efforts into operating the Cold Ice Formation to deal with Mo Xingtian. Yet, it could only momentarily slow him, offering little substantial effect.

The trio immediately ran to the Fiery Flame Formation hosted by Bai Li. With a simultaneous motion of his three banners, three fires soared, quickly thawing Mo Xingtian’s frozen muscles. The two formations couldn’t be said to be useless, but rather, the alternation of ice and fire was almost... comfortable.

The number of fleeing survivors increased by one.

As for the Soul Falling Formation behind, it need not even be mentioned: Xingtian the Great Witch had never had a Divine Soul even while alive, let alone now, in death.

He immediately dispatched the injured Zhao Jiang and the dazed Yao Bin with one punch and one kick. The Ten Heavenly Lords were now reduced by two.

The number of fleeing survivors decreased by one.

The remaining few were grief-stricken and indignant. The brothers exchanged solemn looks, reaching a shared resolution: no matter what, they had to ensure their little sister’s survival.

In unison, they shouted, "Little Sister, flee quickly!"

Golden Light Saint Mother, the last one still in the Golden Light Formation, froze for a moment but instantly grasped her brothers’ intentions. Having cultivated together for many years, her face was already streaked with tears as she cried out, "I will not go! If we leave, we leave together!"

The always-calm eldest brother, Qin Wan, said, "Little Sister, don’t throw your life away for nothing. Escape, seek help, and avenge us!"

"Brothers, let’s buy time for Little Sister!"

With that declaration, he was the first to charge into the Red Water Array and self-detonate to hinder Mo Xingtian’s relentless advance.

A grand Profound Immortal self-detonating—the resulting force caused even the Great Witch’s physical body to stagger and sway. Yet, as the surge of power waned, Xingtian emerged utterly unscathed.

"Little Sister, go!"

After shouting this, Yuan Jiao rushed forward without looking back. Boom!

Golden Light let her tears fall like raindrops against the barrier outside the Red Water Array. Finally, gritting her teeth, she let out a thunderous cry: "Brothers, I swear I will avenge you all!"

Then, she transformed into a streak of golden light, speeding straight toward the overseas Golden Turtle Island.

Howls echoed!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Rumble!

The earth was torn asunder. An endless torrent of chaotic, twisted spiritual energy surged through the gaping chasm, endlessly invading the Primordial, polluting what was once its pure atmosphere.

This was far worse than what Nezha had caused. At the very least, Nezha’s destruction had been contained within the Primordial. This time, they had completely punctured the Primordial itself.

Yet tragically, neither side seemed inclined to clean up the mess they had made. One side had perished, leaving a single survivor, while the other wasn’t even truly alive to begin with.

Mo Xingtian followed the path Zhao Jiang and the others had dug, directly charging out of the Primordial Land.

Having already perished, Xingtian now clung to only one belief—bring down the heavens!

Whether those above belonged to the Demon Clan or not, the dead and demonized Xingtian could no longer discern. All he knew was... kill! Kill! Kill!

Since Gonggong had knocked over Buzhou Mountain, tilting the Primordial Heaven and Earth from north to south, the South Heavenly Gate became the closest gate into the Heavenly Court. This was the reason why anyone who caused a Big Struggle in Heaven always went through the South Heavenly Gate. Not for anything else—just proximity.

If you’re going to storm the Heavenly Court, why take the long way around? That’s just foolish.

Mo Xingtian shot straight into the Ninth Heaven, the first thing he encountered being the South Heavenly Gate. How convenient—no need to look further. Time to get to work!

The current Heavenly Court had absorbed much of the heritage from the former Demon Clan Heavenly Court. Resources were plentiful, but personnel were severely lacking.

Cultivation in the Eastern world was romanticized—either you were pursuing the Great Dao or seeking ultimate freedom. Who would willingly give up their liberty to work at the Heavenly Court?

As a result, including ceremonial guards and logistics staff, the current Heavenly Court had fewer than a thousand immortals. At the top, it boasted Emperor Hao Tian, a Second Corpse Quasi-Saint; while at the bottom, it had newly-ascended Human Immortals who had just survived their tribulations.

Thus, roles were now distributed rather haphazardly. Everyone had to do a bit of everything—because they were desperately short-staffed.

Presently, the Immortal of Colossal Spirit was the one guarding the South Heavenly Gate.

Since the Four Sea Dragon Kings last acted out, the Immortal of Colossal Spirit had returned to the Heavenly Court. The plaintiffs were gone; what was the point of holding court?

Comfortably preparing to clock out, he suddenly saw a musclebound man cloaked in black chaos energy charging toward him, roaring ferociously.

The Immortal of Colossal Spirit struck a few poses at the gate: "What insolent demon dares trespass upon the South Heavenly Gate?"

Then he tossed his axes aside and ran. Five hundred coins a month—was this worth his life?

Unbeknownst to him, this act saved his life.

He wasn’t a demon to begin with, and Mo Xingtian had no interest in him—Mo Xingtian was far more intrigued by his axes.

The South Heavenly Gate was called a gate, but it was truly a spatial magical treasure, serving as an entryway into the Heavenly Realm.

The Immortal of Colossal Spirit fled back inside and immediately shouted, "Close the gate! Quickly, close the gate!"

Then he dashed toward the Palace of the Polestar; only the Great Venerable could provide him with any sense of security.

The underlings, unsure of what was happening, decided to obey the order given by their leader. Orders were orders—close the gate!

Xingtian reached the South Heavenly Gate, picked up the axes left behind, and hurled one to jam the gate just as it was closing.

Striding forward, he grabbed one half of the gate and forcibly pried it open, pushing through the gap.

With a swing of the giant axe—

Squelch, squelch.

The two Heavenly Soldiers manning the gate fell dead.

In his death, Xingtian had lost the capacity for speech. He could only roar like a wild beast, conveying his seething rage and murderous intent!

Hearing the furious roar behind him, the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, who had just been reporting to the Palace of the Polestar, trembled with fear.

Hao Tian, seated high atop the Jade Table, wore an expression of grievance. Based on his cultivation, subduing Mo Xingtian would be effortless. However, should he take action, it would make the Heavenly Court appear incompetent.

Oh, a single intruder, and you need the Great Venerable himself to handle it? Doesn’t that make the rest of the Heavenly Court seem utterly useless?

Well... right now, most of them were indeed useless. But Hao Tian couldn’t let the Primordial World perceive the Heavenly Court as such. He had to uphold its dignity, even though disciples of the Three Sects didn’t think the Heavenly Court had any dignity at all.

Listening to the sounds of Mo Xingtian dismantling everything outside, coupled with the chasm beneath the ground continuously flooding with chaotic energy, the nominal Lord of the Three Realms was at his wit’s end.

The hole required restoration, and Mo Xingtian needed to be dealt with as well.

One word summed it up: irritating.

Yet he couldn’t shirk his responsibilities. What would the Daoist Ancestor think of his management of the Primordial World if things were left like this?

Would the Daoist Ancestor strip him of his governance?

Hao Tian would never relinquish the position of the Great Venerable, as it was integral to his path of cultivation.

After all, what else did Primordial folk seek?

It was either the Great Dao, or ultimate freedom.

(Nuwa: Huh? I just seek fun.｡◕‿◕｡)

If you asked whether Hao Tian genuinely enjoyed being Heavenly Emperor, that was impossible.

Could anyone really enjoy working 9-9-6 hours, seven days a week, all year long?

Hao Tian thought for a moment. This mess of repairing the Primordial Land could only be handed over to Lady Nuwa. It was best to leave specialized work to the experts!

Hao Tian first issued a decree: "The Immortal of Colossal Spirit shall lead five hundred Heavenly Soldiers and Generals to intercept and kill Mo Xingtian."

The Immortal of Colossal Spirit was instantly stunned: "Huh? Me?"

Over three hundred of those soldiers spent their time serving tea and delivering water. If they died, who would serve tea in the future?

Of course, he didn’t dare say this aloud—he could only think it in his heart.

Bracing himself, he went out to gather troops. From where? For how long?

No idea!

Hao Tian then ordered Gold Star Taibai to go to Taisu Heaven to request reinforcements.

As soon as Gold Star Taibai left the Palace of the Polestar, Hao Tian used his great mana to hide the palace.

Outside, Mo Xingtian—now a human-shaped bulldozer—was destroying everything in sight. Fortunately, the Heavenly Court had vast territories but few occupants. Various factions had also already received news.

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