Chapter 148 - 147 Lu Ya: Do you know how to play the Golden Crow’s horn?

Chapter 148: Chapter 147 Lu Ya: Do you know how to play the Golden Crow’s horn? The Feathered Immortal suppressed his wounds using mana, knowing that escape was increasingly difficult. The title of "Saint" could no longer intimidate Nezha, so he stopped and prepared to fight back, thinking to himself that, after all, his cultivation surpassed Nezha’s by three levels. Even though Nezha possessed supreme treasures, he was still confident he had a chance to compete. And once Nezha was defeated, all of his treasures would belong to him! With a glance at the surroundings, he realized he had unknowingly flown into the West Sea. Turning around, he let out a piercing cry and flapped his wings, unleashing an endless gale mixed with golden feathers toward Nezha. Nezha snorted coldly and waved his sleeve, summoning three green Wind Stabilizing Pearls that formed a triangle, shielding him. The surrounding gales instantly calmed down. "Wind Stabilizing Pearls—just a minor trinket." Then he formed a hand seal, and behind him, the Great Sun rose once more. The Great Sun Golden Flame poured forth, burning the golden feathers to ashes. At this moment, the Feathered Immortal’s divine skill had finished brewing. His four wings moved sluggishly, as though burdened by something heavy. Beneath him, the waters of the Beihai churned under a mysterious gravitational pull, rising higher and higher, surging directly toward Nezha. Though Nezha’s mana was far inferior to the Feathered Immortal’s, he had external forces to assist him. With the infusion of mana, the Great Sun behind him grew ever larger. Eight cries of golden crows echoed from within, and eight divine Golden Crows darted back and forth inside the Great Sun. Far above, the Sun Star, untouched for countless Yuan Hui cycles, once again felt the call of the Golden Crows. After a brief moment of preparation, a crimson beam of light erupted with astonishing speed, piercing through the entire Star Sea and hurtling toward the Primordial Land. Finally, the beam connected with the Great Sun behind Nezha. The Sun Illusion quickly expanded tens of times in size, its terrifying heat sweeping outward. The incoming seawater evaporated into steam before it could even come close. The unlucky Sea Clan below bore the brunt of this disaster. Some were calmly staying at home, only to be sent flying into the sky. A celestial tour might have been tolerable, but instead, they were cooked alive! The entire sea was illuminated crimson, boiling furiously under the fire. Even Nezha, the caster of the spell, was drenched in sweat from the intense heat. The eight Golden Crow brothers, summoned in projection form within the Great Sun, once again felt the warmth of the Primordial Sun, and each of them was brimming with excitement. The Great Sun hung in the sky, instantly dispelling all of the Feathered Immortal’s spells. Far away in a certain western location, Lu Ya sat under a fiery red tree, forcibly suppressing his urge to rush forward. "Father, Uncle, do you see this? Our Golden Crow Clan will never fade from the Primordial!" The entire Primordial realm witnessed the Sun Star’s upheaval. Completely unaware that he had become the center of attention, Nezha was focused solely on killing the Feathered Immortal. With a single gesture, he signaled to the eight Golden Crow brothers within the Great Sun. Massive fireballs of Great Sun Golden Flame engulfed the sky and came crashing toward the Feathered Immortal. The Feathered Immortal let out a strange cry as his body began to enlarge, transforming into a massive Golden Winged Great Roc. Flapping his wings with effort, he stirred up colossal winds that whipped the seawater into barriers to block the avalanche of fireballs. But ordinary water could never withstand the Great Sun Golden Flame. The countless fireballs evaporated the seawater, filling a radius of thousands of miles with white mist that seemed dreamlike and surreal. Beneath the sea, within the West Sea Dragon Palace, the West Sea Dragon King was frantically trying to protect his family, terrified that they might be killed outright by the collateral damage from these two great immortals. Nezha stared intently at the figure before him. Despite being a Taiyi Golden Immortal, the Golden Roc clearly was not going to die so easily. The Feathered Immortal first dived into the sea, floundering about until the flames on his body burned out. Immediately, he reverted to his original form, soared skyward, and fled toward Golden Turtle Island. There he was—a creature with wings stretching a thousand feet wide, now with charred, patchy featherless spots across his gleaming golden plumage. Once majestic and proud, he now looked comically ridiculous. Nezha turned and dove into the Great Sun behind him. With a resounding cry, the Golden Crow projection within the West Sea vanished. Emerging from the Great Sun was a massive, radiant Golden Crow, surrounded by eight smaller suns, its entire body emitting golden brilliance. It transformed into a colossal streak of rainbow light, pursuing the Golden Winged Great Roc at lightning speed. The Golden Crow Nezha, utilizing the Rainbow Transformation Technique, gained yet another burst of speed. The weary Feathered Immortal, after the battle and injuries inflicted by the God Slaying Spear, could barely keep up. Just as his wings flapped for the second time, barely exiting the West Sea, the rainbow light transformed Golden Crow caught up. Nezha struck fiercely with his three claws, tearing into the injured wing of the Golden Roc. The Golden Roc flipped in counterattack, his talons furiously clawing at the Golden Crow’s body. Though he managed to inflict some wounds, his flesh was repeatedly scalded by the oppressive heat. The Golden Crow relentlessly tore at the previous injuries, while the Feathered Immortal folded his wings under his body, gliding downward to cling onto the Golden Crow. He wildly pecked at Nezha’s golden feathers with his beak. Surrounding the Golden Crow, the eight smaller suns continued to scorch the Golden Roc’s feathers. The Golden Crow’s body retaliated by striking the exposed flesh wherever feathers had already burned away. The battle was a chaotic melee that took them around the West Sea two or three times before spilling into the Beihai. The Demon Clan inhabiting Beihai and North State gazed tearfully at the celestial Golden Crow above. Ancient clans cried out songs that belonged solely to the Demon Clan, their voices echoing with grief and hope. Bai Ze, the Demon Saint, looked at the distant sky where the Golden Crow was locked in battle with mixed emotions. After countless Yuan Hui cycles, a Golden Crow had finally reappeared on the Primordial Land. Rumors spread among the Demon Clan that this was the reincarnation of the Golden Crow Crown Prince. In the western land, Lu Ya’s gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, his tightly clenched fists revealing his frustration at not being able to intervene. "Idiot! This is not how you use a Golden Crow!" It was Nezha’s first attempt at wielding the Golden Crow Dharma Form, and his awkward movements were understandable. Yet, he had still managed to firmly gain the upper hand. The Golden Roc beneath him was quickly reducing to nothing but a balding bird. The Golden Roc bore a massive wound across his body, inflicted by the Golden Crow’s furious attacks, which even emitted a faint aroma of roasted flesh! The Golden Crow pressed down on the Golden Winged Great Roc’s injured wings with his talons, driving his third claw deep into the Roc’s body. The deeper the claw sank, the weaker the Golden Roc’s resistance grew. In the end, the Golden Crow exerted his full strength and slammed the Roc straight down onto a massive island in the Beihai. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of fiery impacts echoed, signaling the conclusion of this epic battle. As the dust settled, Nezha stood triumphantly, wielding his God Slaying Spear while stepping on the Golden Roc, now reduced to a bald and barely breathing eagle. The spearhead pointed straight at the Roc’s nearly featherless head. "Speak. Who sent you here?" Nezha had often visited Biyou Palace, where he had encountered the Seven Attendant Immortals. Though they rarely paid him any respect, he knew they wouldn’t come after him just because of some distant nephew Gu Diao. The Feathered Immortal’s dim eyes showed despair. His sharp voice had become hoarse as he weakly replied, "You... you cannot kill me... I- I am an attendant of a Saint..." Far away on Golden Turtle Island, the Tongtian Sect Master felt a twinge of sympathy. He had been aware of the situation for some time now. It wasn’t that Nuwa’s methods of concealing the Tian Ji were inadequate, but rather that Nezha’s actions had been too conspicuous. The entire Primordial realm had witnessed it—how could anyone hide such an event from the Tongtian Sect Master? Nuwa: This must be what dealing with a showboat disciple feels like!