The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 313 - 312: The Boundary of Cognition

Kong Xuan and Jin Ling’s body both fell into contemplation after hearing this. In this place, one could exert the greatest strength within the boundaries of one’s cognition.

A person’s cognition is limited. It’s like a pauper imagining an emperor using a golden hoe to dig the earth, or an inexperienced young man having spring dreams that never quite reach the main storyline.

Immortals are no exception. No matter how strong one’s powers of introspection are, they are ultimately constrained by the limits of one’s mind.

Kong Xuan was the first to act. Behind her, the five-colored peacock feathers unfurled, and the Five-Colored Divine Light began to appear one by one. Soon after, it transformed into two additional hues—black and white. At first, the black and white hues seemed somewhat unfamiliar and disconnected from the innate aura of the Chaos-infused house divine light.

But Kong Xuan’s talent in this regard was undeniable. Coupled with her powers of introspection, she quickly brought forth an overwhelming Seven-Colored Divine Light—a brilliance several times stronger than the house divine light.

With a sweep of the dazzling feathers, the Seven-Colored Divine Light lashed toward the Mirage Dragon.

The divine light converged, yet the Mirage Dragon remained unharmed. Kong Xuan showed no hint of surprise, as though she had anticipated the outcome all along.

Nezha’s ears were suddenly filled with his teacher’s teachings:

"Time is the node in the continuous transformation of material existence, and space is the node in relative positions. Both are inherently relative. Kong Xuan clearly fails to grasp this point; her Seven-Colored Divine Light merely resides in material reinforcement, unable to touch time and space."

Nezha cautiously asked, "Should I explain this to Sister Xuan?"

Nuwa nearly laughed in exasperation. Her explanation to Nezha had been as simple and crude as possible for him to understand, but in reality, the principle was thousands of times more complex.

And besides, do you think Primordial Earth Immortals are all as foolish as Zhao Gongming, willing to blindly act on drunken ramblings after hearing just a few words?

Tossing out a perfunctory "Do as you like," Nuwa logged off.

Nezha’s suggestion of explaining was nothing more than a joke. The understanding of immortals is built over countless years through personal listening, observation, and enlightenment.

It’s not something that can be changed by a few words from others—they are far more stubborn than one might imagine.

In the original timeline, even Tongtian Sect Master had ordered his disciples to shut themselves away and recite the Yellow Court quietly, yet they all eventually ended up losing their lives. Certainly, the intrusion of tribulation energy played a role, but their obstinacy was also evident.

Kong Xuan’s attempt had failed, and the next to try was Golden Light.

Golden Light, being a disciple of a Saint who often served the Rebirth People, had received Saintly teachings. Though her cultivation was lower than Kong Xuan’s, her understanding was instead slightly higher.

At this moment, Golden Ling, having prepared for a long time, took out the Qingping Sword. After a moment of focus, she made an unremarkable stab toward the Mirage Dragon. Tongtian Sect Master kept his Eight Great Disciples close, often offering instruction.

The strike Golden Ling released at this moment was precisely an imitation of one of Tongtian’s moves she understood within her cognition.

Although Tongtian Sect Master became a Saint long ago, he hadn’t truly made a move in ages. However, he would occasionally release his sword techniques for his disciples to ponder.

As the sword pierced forward, the Qingping Sword showed none of the usual green and radiant Sword Qi that Golden Light had wielded to connect heaven and earth. Instead, it only emitted a slight sound of breaking through the void.

Golden Light was clearly standing right in front of Kong Xuan and Nezha, yet the distance seemed incomprehensibly vast when compared to the Mirage Dragon. But as the Qingping Sword struck, ripples resembling water waves suddenly emerged around them.

The Mirage Dragon, initially distant and unattainable, suddenly seemed to rapidly close the gap.

This was spatial and temporal proximity.

The Qingping Sword pierced through layer after layer of waves, but with the increasing traversing of time and space, Golden Ling herself became increasingly strained.

In a mere few breaths, Golden Ling’s Quasi-Saint Power was exhausted. Ultimately, she failed to strike the Mirage Dragon.

As the power of the strike dissipated, the Mirage Dragon, which previously seemed at arm’s length, quickly retreated, returning to its original position.

Golden Ling’s face grew pale. The domineering Jin Ling Saint Mother now showed a hint of frailty. The depletion of mana was an incredibly uncomfortable sensation for any immortal.

Feeling a twinge of pity, Nezha took out a few Ginseng Fruits and Peaches, offering them to her and Kong Xuan.

Neither refused the gesture. While these fruits were merely snacks to Nezha, it certainly did not undermine their rarity or value.

"Both Daoist Jin Ling and I are powerless against the Mirage Dragon. What now?"

After eating the fruit, Golden Ling’s complexion improved significantly. She frowned and added, "I imitated my teacher’s sword strike. While it was effective to some extent, it was ultimately insufficient."

Looking at the distant, soundly sleeping Mirage Dragon, Nezha couldn’t help but feel troubled.

"How about I try?"

Even though he wasn’t confident in his chances, Kong Xuan and Golden Ling had done much along the way, while he, as the organizer of this mission, reaped all the benefits without accomplishing anything. Turning back now would leave a bitter impression.

Kong Xuan felt unconvinced, believing that even Nezha wouldn’t have much of a chance.

"Brother, give it a try. Experimenting with uncontrolled power and conjectures here can still benefit your future Daoist Path."

Golden Ling nodded in agreement from the side.

Strictly speaking, if Nezha’s Chaos Bell had been strong enough, it would have countered situations like this. Unfortunately, Nezha hadn’t witnessed the Chaos Bell in its complete form; solely relying on the Chaos Bell within the bounds of limited mana wouldn’t be able to breach such vast spans of time and space to execute a kill.

Nezha hesitated, then ultimately retreated far away to begin. He expected the commotion he caused to be massive.

With a slight tremble of his body, eleven avatars identical to him aside from their Daoist robe emerged, encircling Nezha in seated meditation.

He then reluctantly took out a bell, a painting, and a banner, placing them beside him.

Closing his eyes in meditation, he pondered the limits of the Heavenly Creation Three Treasures within his cognition.

In this place, Nezha felt a sense of fluidity, as if he were a fish in water. The false and illusory powers seemed to gather here, as though anything one could imagine might be achieved.

Bolstered by these illusory forces, the Dao Marks on the three treasures grew increasingly powerful, and the gray mist surrounding the twelve Nezhas thickened.

The expanding mist grew denser and interconnected, eventually enveloping everything around Nezha. A formidable wave of power pulsated outward from within the gray fog.

From afar, Kong Xuan and Golden Light gazed intently at the gray mist enveloping the region where Nezha sat. A primal fear—something they hadn’t felt in countless Yuan Huis—stirred within them.

"Daoist friend, do you recognize this formation?"

With a solemn expression, Kong Xuan replied, "Though I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, the terrifying energy emanating from it might be from the legendary Twelve Degree Heavenly Gods Evil Formation of the Witch Clan." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

For Nezha, this was the second time using the formation, yet he summoned it even more slowly than before. Not because he had grown unskilled, but rather because this time Nezha was leveraging the powers of dreams and illusions to gradually construct within his cognition the image of Pangu.

Pangu’s level of existence far transcended the understanding of Primordial Beings. Every observer of Pangu would form their own vision of him, tailored by their cognition.

Everyone understood the concept of an Innate Taoist Body, known as the best vessel for seeking the Dao. Its origin was commonly explained as stemming from Pangu’s innate Taoist Body, which his divine transformation rendered more conducive to enlightenment.

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