The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 64 Nether River Mother

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Nether River Mother

In the Blood Sea, both sides fought more and more viciously, becoming increasingly uncontrollable in the end.

The Ancestor of Nether River, who had been in seclusion, had no choice but to come out and handle the matter; if the fighting continued, the Asura clan would face extinction!

Both sides were a bunch of lunatics; only a mightier fist could quell this chaos.

In the Blood Sea, the Nether River stood in the center; on his left were the male Asuras, and on his right were the female Asuras.

There’s an old saying, "The higher-ups set the example, and the lower ranks follow suit," and it fit perfectly here.

The Nether River specialized in the Path of Slaughter—his goal was to kill every living being in the Primordial World, thereby achieving Chaos Origin.

But was that even possible?

Of course not! If you dared to go on a killing spree, you’d soon find out whether the Daoist Ancestor would hammer you to dust.

The Daoist Ancestor had long looked down upon these idle Quasi-Saints who contributed nothing, merely hogging spiritual energy.

The Primordial World does not nurture the idle.

In the eyes of the Nether River, who practiced the Path of Slaughter, did the distinction between male and female even matter?

Killing was all that mattered.

If not for the fact that he had no hope of achieving the Dao, he’d have slaughtered the group of Asuras closest to him first.

So he had no understanding of why the two sides were fighting at all.

Yet this wasn’t a question-and-answer session—it was a multiple-choice question. Just choose A or B and be done with it.

As a male deity, he instinctively sided with the male Asuras.

Moreover, the male Asuras had been in charge for so many years, and the Nether River didn’t feel like replacing them.

The Nether River wasn’t exactly known for his temper. He directly pulled out his innate top-grade spiritual treasure, the Yuan Tu Treasure Sword, and pointed it at the female Asuras who were causing the chaos. "A bunch of breeding tools, what are you squawking about?"

With the cultivation of a Second Corpse Quasi-Saint combined with an innate spiritual treasure, an infinite killing intent instantly enveloped the unruly female Asuras. They were frozen with terror, feeling as though the sword was pressed against their foreheads, ready to end their lives at any moment.

Behind the Nether River, the male Asuras, emboldened by their ancestor’s backing, began spewing vulgar insults. After all, the Asuras were not exactly a refined and cultured group. "Ha ha ha, a pack of bitches still dares to seek power?"

"Nothing but breeding sows!"

The air was filled with obscenities, yet the female Asuras dared not move an inch.

Originally, things should have ended there, but suddenly the Nether River’s expression darkened.

The initially calm Endless Blood Sea began to churn. The tidal waves of blood converged from all directions, eventually forming into a female immortal with seven parts resemblance to the Nether River—complete with black hair and crimson eyes—who stood before the female Asuras.

"Who said women are merely breeding sows?"

With that, she extended her hand, and the Nether River’s other treasure sword, the Avici, flew into her grasp. With a casual wave, those male Asuras who had been cursing the loudest died instantly by the blade.

The Ancestor of Nether River turned pale and immediately roared menacingly, "Stop this madness! Return to the Blood Sea at once!"

"You’re the one who should return to the Blood Sea!"

The two sides faced off against each other, neither willing to concede, and the battle broke out directly.

Innate Great Gods typically embody both Yin and Yang and only define their gender upon achieving self-awareness. However, the Nether River’s case was peculiar.

Born from the Blood Sea, the Nether River came endowed with a unique divine skill, "Blood God’s Son," which he mastered instinctively, as natural as humans drinking milk or fish swimming in water.

With this exclusive divine skill, the Nether River could boast proudly in the Primordial World: As long as the Blood Sea endures, the Nether River cannot die.

The Blood God’s sons were like sprites within the Blood Sea, infinite in number.

The Nether River could embody each one of them, though the Blood God’s sons were not the Nether River himself. The cultivation of the Second Corpse Quasi-Saint was embedded within this endless army of Blood God’s sons.

Innate Great Gods were inherently without gender, capable of embodying both Yin and Yang. When the Nether River’s consciousness chose Yang, he became a male immortal, but his endless Blood God’s sons were still divided into Yin and Yang. Normally, this did not affect him at all.

But now, the Blood God’s sons had been influenced by the progressive teachings of Nezha and Wu Mo. These advanced thoughts seeped into the Yin aspect of the Blood God’s sons, and in turn, affected the Yin within the Nether River himself.

At first, it was no big deal—Yin and Yang were both parts of the Nether River. But his violent way of resolving the conflict, coupled with the degrading insults, caused a major shift.

If you insulted the feminine side of the Blood Sea, you insulted the female Blood God’s sons. The Blood God’s sons, in turn, influenced the Nether River, triggering the inherent fiery temper of his Yin aspect, which directly coalesced into the form of the Nether River Mother.

The Nether River clashed with himself. Two maniacs locked in an unwinnable battle, but it was the Asuras around them who suffered—one stray attack could wipe out a crowd. Yet the two enraged Nether Rivers couldn’t care less.

Having dominated the body for ages, the Ancestor of Nether River quickly gained the upper hand in the fight and taunted mercilessly, "See? You’re nothing but a weakling!"

Indeed, the Nether River was ruthless—he even ridiculed himself.

But the Nether River Mother was also the Nether River, and her explosive temper couldn’t tolerate such mockery, even if it came from herself. Thus, she did something utterly insane.

With a single sword thrust forcing back the Nether River, she raised one hand to the heavens. "Let Heaven bear witness! I, the Nether River, sever myself in two today. From now on, I shall be called the Nether River Mother!"

With that, she swung Avici, and in the unseen realms, the Nether River split into two.

The most immediate manifestation was the Blood Sea dividing itself. Five parts became three-fifths, while the other two-fifths broke away.

The Ancestor of Nether River shrieked, "Are you insane?!"

The Nether River Mother’s red eyes gleamed with a fiery light. "Fight me again!"

Subsequently, their cultivation levels plummeted, dropping from Second Corpse Quasi-Saint to barely maintaining a One Corpse level.

The Ancestor of Nether River might have retained a slight edge, but it wasn’t by much.

Their Corpse-Cutting realm and even their treasures were divided equally.

The Ancestor of Nether River retained the Yuan Tu Sword and the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus.

The Nether River Mother held the Avici Sword and the Xuanyuan Control Water Banner.

The poor Nether River now looked like a divorced Immortal Emperor who’d lost half his cultivation and assets in the settlement.

The peanut gallery Six Saints watched in stunned silence.

Taiqing Laozi: "..."

Yuanshi Tianzun: "..."

Saint Zhunti: "..."

Lady Nuwa: *chuckles*

...

How to describe it? It was like that mischievous boy who sat behind you in school—years later at a reunion, he suddenly shows up as an adorable big-breasted girl. The sensation? Utterly bizarre.

Meanwhile, the mastermind, Nezha, was utterly confused about what had just taken place. He merely saw the Endless Blood Sea in the distance surging chaotically, eventually splitting into two parts.

What on earth just happened?

Nezha instinctively turned to Lady Rashamon for answers.

But even Lady Rashamon was bewildered, stammering and unable to provide an explanation.

In the end, it was the kindhearted Lady Nuwa who relayed the freshly-picked gossip to Nezha, the grower of this "melon."

After piecing together the cause and effect, Nezha found himself doubting life. "Do I really have this kind of ability?"

Lady Nuwa, seemingly aware of Nezha’s confusion, casually remarked, "You only started the chain of events. Others added fuel to the fire."

With this hint, Nezha suddenly understood the series of developments and gained a deeper appreciation for the Daoist Ancestor’s methods.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Nether River. Quietly cultivating at home, and out of nowhere, he was dragged into a fiasco, split into two. Truly, how tragic!

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