The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 364 - 363: Who Taught You to Start with a Bomb?

Chapter 364: Chapter 363: Who Taught You to Start with a Bomb?

If you want to imitate this deeply, it’s hard, but you can go all out. Simply put, there’s no technique—just raw emotion.

Invisible ripples spread across the entire world, traversing one primordial world after another, weaving through the vast cosmos like radio waves sent into the stars, until a response came from the other end.

Nezha hurriedly matched handprints with Jin Ling beside him. With the immense supply of mana, they quickly locked onto the opponent’s spatial coordinates. Condensing the Power Dao and Space Dao onto his fist, Nezha unleashed a brutal punch straight into the void ahead.

With a resounding *bang* akin to the shattering of glass, a severely distorted tunnel appeared ahead. Though this passage connected to the Two Forms Realm, traversing it seemed beyond mortal capability.

Nezha raised his hand, summoning the Chaos Bell. Channeling mana, he struck it once. The bell’s melodious chime echoed, and the distorted spatial passage stabilized under the bell’s power.

"Everyone, proceed quickly."

Without further ado, the daring Kong Xuan dashed straight in. Considering the contentious history between the Dragon and Phoenix Clans, Kong Xuan thought: Whatever Ancestor Dragon is planning, my Phoenix Clan must oppose it!

Thunder God fixed a fierce gaze on the Chaos Bell for a brief moment before transforming into a bolt of lightning and rushing in, clearly wary of Kong Xuan sabotaging his elder brothers’ plans.

The remaining Heavenly Soldiers and Generals hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances. None dared to rush forward. Seeing this, Hao Tian frowned, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on the burly Immortal of Colossal Spirit.

"Immortal of Colossal Spirit, take 5,000 troops and lead the charge!"

Immortal of Colossal Spirit: Oh, how I wish to flee, but there’s no escape~

After all, this was the Heavenly Court. Disobeying orders in front of everyone? Someday he might even get fired for stepping into the Palace of the Polestar with the wrong foot first!

Doing a good job was hard; messing up was way too easy. Hao Tian, as the boss, could ruin him effortlessly.

"I accept the decree!"

With that, he led 5,000 Heavenly Soldiers and charged in.

People feared the unknown; now that the Immortal of Colossal Spirit had taken the lead, the other Heavenly Soldiers and Generals wasted no time organizing themselves and swiftly entered the Two Forms Realm.

After the 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers had gone through, Nezha and Jin Ling exchanged glances, each grabbed a Peach, and dashed in as well.

Upon entering, they were greeted by a sky filled with Candle Dragons waging war against the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

Nezha acted decisively, retrieving the God Slaying Spear and giving the Chaos Bell a fierce strike. A terrifying ripple of power erupted, freezing everything in its vicinity momentarily. The shadows of Candle Dragons scattered, leaving behind only one colossal crimson Divine Dragon, thousands of miles long, its entire body marred by claw marks and burns.

Its draconic head bore two tightly shut vertical pupils, exuding an aura of ancient decay and ruin.

This was Candle Dragon.

Candle Dragon seemed equally baffled, as no calculation had prepared him for the reappearance of the Chaos Bell. His previously menacing gaze, fixed on Kong Xuan, now snapped toward Nezha.

Jin Ling stepped forward, shielding Nezha behind her.

Nezha studied the Candle Dragon before him, realizing it wasn’t as terrifying as he had imagined.

Scanning the surroundings, he saw the tangible malice covering the sky—these were the residual grudges from the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans who had perished here. Compared to this, even the mass casualties caused by Kunpeng detonating the Fake Chaos Bell back in the day were child’s play.

The world was a barren void; aside from bare fragments of rocky cliffs, there was nothing.

Behind the Candle Dragon, at the world’s core, stood a sky-high, steep peak. At its summit, a blue sphere of light shimmered—it was likely the evolutionary opportunity Yuan Feng had spoken of.

Nezha felt a strange familiarity with the scene. Could this be the Peak of Warriors from level 0-50? Was Ancestor Dragon here to gain the power of light and evolve into an Ultraman?

Everyone held a tense standoff with the Candle Dragon, who remained motionless, leaving them unsure whether or not it had gone mad. Kong Xuan, however, would not let the Dragon Clan stall for time.

"I’ll handle the Candle Dragon. You all go find Ancestor Dragon."

With that, the Five-Colored Divine Light behind him swept toward Candle Dragon.

Had Candle Dragon gone mad? Of course not.

The three Dragon brothers had meticulously planned this day to secure a glimmer of hope for Ancestor Dragon. They just hadn’t anticipated encountering an anomaly like Nezha.

You have the Chaos Bell and keep pulling strings—what exactly are you after?

But now, what Nezha was after no longer mattered. The priority was buying time for Ancestor Dragon.

Were he still in his prime, he might stand a chance against them. Now? No way. He could only resort to extreme means.

Without even glancing at Kong Xuan’s Five-Colored Divine Light, Candle Dragon’s two vertical pupils snapped open. One devoured everything like a black hole, while the other radiated blinding brilliance like a sun.

Past, future, parallel, intersecting—four distinct, opposing Time Forces amassed over countless Yuan Hui collided violently. First, Candle Dragon’s head exploded in an instant, followed by the disintegration of his decayed crimson body.

The chaotic currents of time triggered the River of Time itself. Waves of unruly time energy surged wildly. Though Kong Xuan was incredibly skilled, he wasn’t strong enough to single-handedly withstand the River of Time.

Before everyone’s eyes, Kong Xuan’s body rapidly regressed in age until he vanished altogether.

Candle Dragon’s self-detonation was so abrupt—no signals, no preamble—it caught everyone completely off guard.

As Nezha regained his senses, he struck the Chaos Bell hard, only to find his mana utterly depleted. His vision blurred, and before he knew it, he was swept away by the chaotic tides of the River of Time.

Damn it, who taught you to open with such a devastating move?

Beside him, Jin Ling, clearly another primary target of Candle Dragon, was also affected. Despite being surrounded by the Great Dao, her body rapidly regressed into a child’s form and soon vanished.

Thunder God was uncertain of his fate; an instant later, he too disappeared.

As for the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals below, those in the front rows were relatively fortunate, swept away by the violent Time Force. But those in the rear were less lucky; as the River of Time gradually regained balance, its weakening currents either regressed individuals into infants who fell to their deaths or aged them into dust...

Such is the terrifying power of the Dao of Time!

With his fragmented form, Candle Dragon had single-handedly held off three Quasi-Saints and 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

Of course, the three Quasi-Saints wouldn’t let Candle Dragon’s stunt truly annihilate them. With their ties to the Saints through their Great Sects, they would undoubtedly find a way back to the present timeline. But how long that would take was anyone’s guess.

In a far-off place

The Peak of Warriors—pah.

On a Nameless Mountain, a burly yet emaciated old man glanced back briefly. With a sigh, he resumed his grueling climb toward the light shining at the summit.

His second brother had sacrificed too much for this operation. No matter what, he had to succeed!

Back in the day, as the most ambitious among the three, Yuan Feng and Ancestor Qilin didn’t know the secret of the summit, but Ancestor Dragon did. At the top lay a gate.

The legendary Dragon Gate was inspired by this very place.

What lay beyond the gate, he didn’t truly know. But he had no choice but to try. Eons suppressing the Sea Eye—that wasn’t a life for a dragon!

If he failed, he would simply return to fill the Sea Eye again.

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Elsewhere

Nezha, lost in the chaotic currents of time, felt his head spinning with dizziness!

His mana had been utterly drained by the Chaos Bell’s final strike, barely safeguarding him against the River of Time’s effects. But now, he had no idea where— or even when—he was.