novelraw Chapter 658 547: Kid, You Always Manage to Come Up With Something New
Chapter 658 547: Kid, You Always Manage to Come Up With Something New
Seeing Nezha's determination, the three of them brought Nezha to a spacious area deep within the palace.
The place was dimly lit, and on the ground were strange symbols like ghost talismans composed of unknown beast blood, forming a large array.
Three altars made of unknown beast bones were set up at the three positions of the array. The one in the middle was larger, while the other two were smaller.
This was not a Daoist array, but witchcraft of the Witch Clan. Though they fought with their physiques and innate divine powers, the Witch Clan did not lack their own methods of casting spells.
This seemingly terrifying and bloody witchcraft had been passed down in the Witch Clan, and was even studied by the Human Clan in ancient times, but after the Daoist Ancestor attained the Dao, other methods declined.
The chaotic symbols lacked any Dao Qi, but could often exert incredible power. According to Nezha's understanding, this witchcraft was like Pangu's source code left in the flesh.
No matter who controlled the Primordial World, as long as it was still operating, these source codes could still run, achieving things that even Daoist skills could not.
Lady Houtu stepped onto the main altar, while Xuanming and Emperor Jiang stood on the two auxiliary altars. Nezha prepared everything and sat in the center of the three altars.
"Goddess, I'm ready, let's begin."
Houtu nodded and began to utter low murmurs. Nezha tried to listen but found he couldn't replicate the sounds even though they seemed familiar.
After a low, solo chant, Houtu's tone rose in intensity, with Emperor Jiang and Xuanming joining in.
The ancient chant carried a primal aura that left Nezha momentarily dazed, and the beast blood, long devoid of spiritual energy, began to glow blood-red in response to the murmurs.
In the array, Nezha felt his blood begin to boil, some deeply buried power completely awakened—this was Pangu's bloodline.
His physique uncontrollably grew taller, his thick black hair snapping a well-crafted Lotus Crown.
Once Nezha steadied himself, the first phase of the ritual was complete. His bloodline had been temporarily awakened by ancient witchcraft, and its purity even surpassed that of the Great Ancestor Witch Emperor Jiang.
But this was not the end. Nezha brought out the Kunlun Mirror, a treasure that had helped him greatly in the later stages of his journey to the Dao.
He slammed his chest, letting a drop of pure heart blood fall onto the mirror's surface. The divine artifact, born of Pangu's regret and sorrow, immediately absorbed it, releasing an ancient sigh as if echoing across time and space.
Nezha pointed a finger, causing the Power of Space-Time to soar, and the time within the mirror began to rapidly reverse.
The Heavenly Demon Tribulation, Journey to the West, Divine Enthronement—all the way back to the Yellow Emperor's battle with Chiyou halted abruptly. Nezha did not hesitate, channeling soaring power into the Kunlun Realm.
Meanwhile, Houtu and the others started murmuring again, causing the blood-colored lines to shine once more. A blood-red chain emerged from Nezha, slowly sinking into the Kunlun Mirror, locking it onto a coordinate from its aimless regression.
The merit power began to augment the Kunlun Mirror. As the images rolled back, the deeper they went, the more terrifying the cost of merit, but Nezha felt no pain over this sacrifice. Excessive emotions at this point would only hinder his success.
The merit power sufficient to reach a Saint position was unleashed by Nezha. Houtu could no longer suppress this immense power, illuminating the entire hellspace, whereupon any fierce ghost that glanced at it instantly transcended.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once vowed never to attain Buddhahood until hell was empty. Today, hell was emptied.
Every great expert cast their gaze on the Netherworld Ghost Realm, knowing well that Nezha's challenge for the Saint position was just beginning.
Of course, some unwilling great experts took action, but witches swiftly intervened, though there were some they couldn't stop.
Just as they approached, a figure appeared, dragging a coffin in one hand and wielding a five-colored giant sword in the other. With a cold snort, a slash of the sword obliterated several Quasi-Saints and dozens of Daluo Golden Immortals.
It was Nuwa, returning from the Chaos.
Nuwa was very angry—the consequences were severe!
She had gone out on a mission only to find her disciple about to become a Saint before she could finish her task, making it seem like her competency as a teacher was questionable?
With a stomp onto the Heaven Suppressing Coffin, it flipped in midair, landing horizontally at the entrance of the Houtu Palace. Brazenly holding her sword, Nuwa sat atop it smugly.
"Who dares to cause trouble today?"
Inside the coffin, a Chaos Demon God that had yet to be fully refined felt the world flip over—big sister, I'd like some peace and quiet even though I'm pinned here!
Seeing this scene, everyone quickly became obedient and dispersed. Who would dare meddle with a potential Saint on their side and a confirmed Saint already present? If anyone had the means to tackle them both, was it really worth the effort? Best to wash up and sleep!
In truth, Nuwa had returned before, and now revealed herself not for some dark amusement or to hinder anyone but to avoid attracting the attention of Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun.
The river of time was already sealed by the Daoist Ancestor, preventing any past events from changing.
Nezha managed to breach the Daoist Ancestor's barrier with the Kunlun Mirror, fearing any premature reaction from the Daoist Ancestor.
With the process already underway, the matter settled. The Daoist Ancestor could preempt but not prevent, as Nezha wielded the power of merit.
If the immortals of the Primordial World were like flocks of sheep, then the Daoist Ancestor was the shepherd. The order imposed by the Daoist Ancestor was like a shepherd's whip, a symbol binding not only the sheep but also one the shepherd must wield.
The merit power was a product of such a whip. For the Daoist Ancestor, abandoning it for a single sheep like Nezha would disrupt the control of the flock—how else to maintain order?
Upon realizing all of this, the Daoist Ancestor chose not to intervene, only to muse, you rascal, forever up to new tricks.
Underground Divine Hall
Merit power vicaciously flooded into the Kunlun Realm, where the mirror's images surpassed the Purple Cloud Three Lectures, bringing forth figures of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin, but it still wasn't enough!
Pushing further, cracks formed around the Kunlun Mirror due to overuse.
The witchcraft already exhausted, Houtu, pale-faced, did not hesitate to cast the last of her Houtu Essence Blood into the mirror, mending the cracks with Ancestor Witch Essence Blood reinforcement.
However, as time continued to reverse, the mirror again began to crack. Emperor Jiang and Xuanming, imitating Houtu's action, merged their blood essence into it.
Lady Houtu had already lost her Ancestor Witch body, and Emperor Jiang and Xuanming's Ancestor Witch Essence Blood were not infinite either.
In the end, the Kunlun Mirror still inevitably began to fragment from the outer edges. Nezha had no path of return and could only drive the mirror's timeline backward with even more terrifying merit power.
From its original half-meter diameter, the Kunlun Mirror shrank as it broke, but the images within continued to rewind rapidly.
Finally, as the Kunlun Mirror shrank to about palm size, the scene abruptly froze. Without hesitation, Nezha grabbed a phantom blood energy chain, charging into the Kunlun Realm amidst golden divine light.
Pop!
As Nezha's figure disappeared, the divine artifact born of Pangu's regret, capable of reversing space-time, completely shattered.