The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 75 Tongtian’s Sword

Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Tongtian’s Sword

The Four Spirits Divine Soul Illusion intercepted by Jin Ling Saint Mother collided with the pickaxe without causing any ripples and instantly dissolved, before directly smashing into the Four Symbols Tower.

The black luster of the pickaxe struck the pure white Four Symbols Tower, resembling a black blade slicing through snow-white tofu—smooth and without any resistance—continuing its swing toward Zhao Gongming.

Jin Ling Saint Mother’s magical treasure was damaged, causing her to spit a mouthful of blood, suffering significant injuries.

Within the tower, Zhao Gongming saw the axe blade inches away but did not close his eyes and prepare for death.

Instead, he drained all the mana in his body and infused it into the Ocean Stabilizing Divine Pearls. The twenty-four pearls emitted wave-like ripples as they launched forward, one after another, striking heavily against the axe blade.

After multiple layers of weakening, Pan Hu’s pickaxe, which had been imbued with who-knows-how-many Yuan Hui’s worth of power, was finally stopped. The cost, however, was severe—eight of the Ocean Stabilizing Divine Pearls had their spirituality greatly diminished. Originally a vibrant azure blue, they were now streaked with threads of black corruption.

According to the typical mindset of Primordial immortals, at this point Zhao Gongming and Jin Ling Saint Mother should have retreated.

Pan Hu shared this assumption.

But he was wrong; these two were far from ordinary immortals. While others would avoid the strong, disciples of the Jie Sect would charge forward precisely because someone was stronger.

Jin Ling Saint Mother reclaimed the Four Symbols Tower. Wielding a Jade Ruyi in one hand and a Flying Gold Sword in the other, her four golden fists shimmered with golden light as she rushed forth.

Zhao Gongming, unwilling to lag behind, joined the fray. Though eight Ocean Stabilizing Pearls had been damaged, sixteen still remained, and he charged forward with a long whip in hand.

Pan Hu was genuinely enraged at this point. These two juniors really didn’t know their place.

The three clashed in intense battle. Jin Ling blazed with radiant golden light, using the Jade Ruyi and Golden Sword to fend off Pan Hu’s pickaxe while her four gilded fists relentlessly pounded his body with raw, unpretentious strikes.

Unfortunately, Pan Hu’s form seemed almost intangible. Each area struck by Jin Ling’s fists would dissipate into black mist. Though harmed by Jin Ling’s Geng Metal Law, the mist in turn corroded her.

Zhao Gongming, not adept at close combat, could only continuously launch the Ocean Stabilizing Pearls at Pan Hu. Yet, the results were similar to Jin Ling’s punches; while damage was inflicted, the remaining sixteen pearls also began to show signs of corruption.

"Teacher, how long are they going to keep fighting?"

Nezha, recording their Dao techniques and their applications within the Creation Jade Scroll, asked curiously.

Nuwa yawned, bored. "Battles between Quasi-Saints can last tens of thousands of years, and even then, they may not determine life or death."

Nezha exclaimed, "What? By the time they’re done, wouldn’t the vegetables have cooled?!"

Nuwa didn’t quite grasp what cold vegetables had to do with anything but understood Nezha’s meaning. "This Pan Hu has already sought his own demise."

Tongtian Sect Master had the same thought.

You killed my disciples and grand-disciples, injured two of my primary students, and corrupted their life-bound magical treasures. Now, it’s perfectly fair for me to cut you down with a sword!

Indeed, it was entirely reasonable. None of the Five Saints stepped in to intervene—after all, what connection did they have with Pan Hu?

A Saint’s divine pressure descended. It was a projection of Tongtian Sect Master, far away on Golden Turtle Island.

The two sides paused their fight. Covered in a disheveled state, Jin Ling Saint Mother and Zhao Gongming immediately knelt. "This disciple has failed the teacher’s teachings, disgraced the Jie Sect, and deserves ten thousand deaths for these crimes!"

Tongtian had already anticipated that his two disciples wouldn’t be able to defeat Pan Hu. After all, this being had incarnated only slightly after the Daoist Ancestors; not an easy opponent by any means.

Seeing Tongtian appear, Pan Hu hesitated. "Tongtian..."

Before he could finish speaking, he instantly dissolved into countless black mists, scattering in all directions.

But Tongtian’s sword had already descended. Tongtian Sect Master wasn’t one for chatter; if his sword hit, you lived; if not, you died.

Could Pan Hu withstand it?

Not a chance.

A humble yet dazzling sword light instantly shredded all the black mist down to the molecular level.

In a distant, obscure micro-world, the true Pan Hu—realizing Tongtian Sect Master had descended—immediately severed all connections to his avatar, which was essentially his second life.

It was futile nonetheless.

The cyan sword light, after erasing the dog-headed avatar, followed the karmic threads to Pan Hu’s true body. In a flash of light, the ancient Quasi-Saint who had already cut two corpses was annihilated. Yet the cyan light did not stop, traveling along causal links to eliminate every avatar and soul shard connected to Pan Hu.

All Pan Hu’s contingencies—gu worms hidden in some micro-world, scholars in others—everything was obliterated.

Truly, "slay you through the internet connection!"

Pan Hu perished, but for one at such a level, true death was never simple. Whether he could revive remained to be seen; the chance existed but required starting from scratch.

Outside the micro-world, bolts of divine lightning cracked the sky as a bloody rain fell. Simultaneously, a massive surge of spiritual energy was channeled back into the Primordial Land, akin to the "whale fall" phenomenon. This signified the death of a Quasi-Saint whose existence resonated with the Great Dao.

After landing his blow, Tongtian threw the meditating Jin Ling and Zhao Gongming into the Mountain and River Map before dispersing his projection. This strike was not just for vanquishing the foe but also served as instruction.

The primary intent was to make up for his two disciples, while Nezha’s learning was merely incidental.

The Jie Sect held the belief that education should be available to all without discrimination. Besides, what could a mere Heavenly Immortal learn anyway?

Nezha, after contemplating for a while, stopped studying. Sword Dao was already dominated by Tongtian, and no one could surpass it. Tongtian’s disciples typically treated Sword Dao as a means of defense rather than a primary pursuit.

No one dared to major in Sword Dao. That would be tantamount to cutting off one’s own path to enlightenment.

If you wanted to achieve Dao, you’d first need to overtake Tongtian or convince him to abandon Sword Dao. Wasn’t that just wishful thinking?

Anyone with that level of power wouldn’t need to practice Sword Dao!

Once Nezha awakened, he immediately fled the broken micro-world through an exit. There was no choice; the area had already been shattered by Tongtian’s sword. Repairing it was pointless, and staying longer would risk being sucked into Chaos.

Bringing Yu Yuan back to Xinye City, they were immediately surrounded by a crowd eager to know what had transpired inside.

Nezha didn’t go into detail, only declaring that the Insect People issue had been completely resolved.

Afterward, the two headed for Golden Turtle Island to report. One must see tasks through to the end.

Having just finished cultivating underground and now embroiled in the Pan Hu affair, Nezha’s nerves had been tense the whole time. This journey to Golden Turtle Island was much more laid-back.

Yu Yuan rode a camel, while Nezha rode a yellow ox as they leisurely made their way to Golden Turtle Island.

Traveling and sightseeing along the way, they took nearly three months to get close—only for Zhao Gongming, who had relatively shallow insights into Sword Dao, to wake up first. Anxious to report to their teacher, Zhao Gongming brought Nezha and Yu Yuan to Golden Turtle Island in under an hour.

Old Zhao was feeling somewhat down. The Treasure Sea God Pearl he had prepared for the Corpse Cutting Technique had its origin polluted, a situation of no small consequence.

Jin Ling Saint Mother fared slightly better, as her One Corpse Slaying treasure was the Jade Ruyi she carried.

Nezha accompanied them to pay respects to Tongtian Sect Master, who then released Jin Ling from her meditative state and brought out the Jade Bottle containing Lv Yue’s insect-infested corpse.

Tongtian Sect Master barely glanced at Lv Yue. Tossing out a few offhand remarks, he dismissed the matter. With two of his Jie Sect disciples gravely injured, there was no way Tongtian could be in a good mood.

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