I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 528 Nightfall Gently Covers the World
A few dozen seconds ago,

"What's going on? Even watching the game is this dangerous?"

A certain "news king" couldn't help but complain as he sped along the sea.

With his movement speed, he's already at Mach 6, which is far beyond the reach of guns, cannons, and even ballistic missiles: missiles don't have his agile turning and displacement.

Moreover, they are thousands or tens of thousands of meters apart, which seems safe enough no matter how you look at it.

Who knew it was just from taking one more glance?
"Thanks, Kamijou-kun."

"You're welcome."

Touma Kamijou, held in the palm of a crimson-clad samurai, scratched his head.

Fortunately, his right hand could cleanse the 'Ancient God's' corruption; otherwise, everyone would already have tentacles, beards, and fish-scale skin, looking like they had just disembarked from the 'Flying Dutchman,' and could easily join the Sea Kingdom and impersonate the 'Sea Kingdom Clan.'

No, given the twisted nature of the ancient gods, even the people of the Sea Kingdom would find them too ugly.

"I'll treat you to Devil Fruits when we get back,"

As KYG ran sideways, he suppressed the urge to look south.

Damn it, an epic battle is about to unfold; this 'King of News' can't even be a spectator, what a failure. Hmm, what's up in the sky?!

"Lord Rokudo?!"

???

Everyone present looked up.

Sure enough, a figure wearing a long robe with a black background and red clouds floated in from the sky ahead.

Who is that?

Flying further afield among a group of 'gods,' the web-searching goddess 'Ghost,' dressed in a sailor uniform, asked in a low voice.

"The Six Paths, a powerful being."

The fox-girl Inari Goddess was vague in her words, as if she was unwilling to say more.

"Um,"

Above Touma and others,

The expressionless man glanced down slightly.
"I'll take care of this place. You guys should run for your lives."

Why run away?

Before the question could even be asked, everything in everyone's sight was engulfed in white.

Light,

The light soaring into the sky

Light radiating in all directions

The endless light that suddenly 'illuminated' this planet!

It was as if the sun was 'born' directly on this planet, its light surpassing the sum of all previous battles, radiating out recklessly and instantly turning half the planet into daylight: the island nation, which was already in the evening, and America, which was still halfway through midnight, were instantly greeted with 'noon'!
"Roar----------"

At the same time, a strange roar rang out from the center of the light.

This sound alone caused a sense of chaos and anger, with earthquakes trembling, oceans roaring, and planets trembling, to rise in the hearts of everyone in the countries surrounding the Pacific Ocean; it was not that the planet had gained its own consciousness, but rather that a 'father in the sea' was roaring!

However, regardless of the circumstances, the planet might be able to withstand such intense light, but:

Most of the countries surrounding the Pacific Ocean are gone.

"This is really reckless,"

Upon arriving at the battlefield, 'Six Paths' let out a soft hum, the six purple rings in his eye sockets emitting a shimmering light.

"rise,"

As he raised his hands...
A black curtain that stretched from the sky to the ground shot into the sky!

This black curtain is not thick; it could even be described as 'semi-transparent,' but it reaches straight into the sky, as if splitting the entire sky in two.

On one side are blue skies, white clouds, and a surging sea; on the other side is a 'world' composed of light: the sky, the ocean, the earth, with only pure light remaining, and plasma ejected at one-tenth the speed of light!
A black curtain rises over the earth, dividing the ocean and the sky, isolating all strong light, impacts, and shocks, forming two different worlds.

Meanwhile, the curtain extends straight to the left and right, with no end in sight.

No, it's not straight.

"Oh my god."

"What is this? The Wailing Wall—"

In Buckingham Palace in England, although KYG's live stream was cut off, it was replaced by a tablet that 'GuiGui' had not turned off, and a large number of artificial satellites in low Earth orbit that were aimed at the battlefield.

In the images transmitted back by the satellite, a huge circle suddenly appeared in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

The area at the center of the circle is the core of the battlefield, a world filled with light!
Outside the circle, however, lies the normal ocean, without a doubt:
That black curtain was set up by the 'Six Paths' who had just arrived on the battlefield, creating a super-massive national-level magic array.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Wow, this is spectacular!"

"A planetary engine?"

At the docks in Los Angeles, a group of American 'veterans' looked up and couldn't help but marvel.

What extraordinary powers hadn't they seen in the 'Nightmare Space'? But the scene before them was beyond human imagination.

On the distant horizon, a 'pillar of light' shot into the sky!

A thick, blazing white beam of light shot straight up, piercing through the clouds, surpassing the Kármán line, and hurtling towards outer space.

Considering they are thousands of kilometers away from the center of the battlefield, how magnificent must this beam of light be?

No, shouldn't we describe its area as the 'Continent of Light'?
"The power of this light,"

"They were tethered and transferred into space."

A middle-aged white man, dressed in a magician's robe and holding a staff, looked up at the pillar of light shooting into space and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"If it were to erupt on this planet, not only the Pacific Ocean, but even this place would be devastated."

The only possibility is that it will be submerged by a cataclysmic flood!

Even if the mission is issued through 'space', they still can't stop it.
Fortunately:

"What level is that 'Six Paths' gentleman?"

Someone nearby couldn't help but whisper that KYG's equipment had been hijacked by "Ghost," but this "God of Internet Search" had, in a sense, also taken over the live streaming job; from His conversations with other "god simulacrums," everyone already knew that the mysterious Akatsuki leader "Rokudo" had arrived on the battlefield.

The one who could bind and transfer this ray of light into space could only be this being.

"A-rank weak godhood? S-rank true god? Or..."

SS-level powerful divine strength?
This is a newly added extraordinary level in America, belonging to a level that is 'possible' to exist.

"Ahem, perhaps 'Space' knows the answer to this question."

He rubbed his throat, which was a little hoarse from overusing his abilities. The young, wealthy, and rapper Alexander, the King of Chicago, looked at the beam of light shooting straight into space.

"But anyway, we should be able to get a good night's sleep tonight."

Under such a magnificent pillar of light, any battle should end, and must end!

If this doesn't end soon, this planet might really be doomed.
Speaking of which, that billionaire's dream of immigrating to Mars is not just wishful thinking, given the support of the 'space folding technology' obtained by the veterans.

Now it seems there's some truth to it: this planet is too dangerous, everyone should go to Mars instead.

Alexander couldn't help but feel tempted, and he was sure others felt the same way.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In fact, the battle was already over. It truly lived up to its reputation as a bloodline limit break derived from 'Explosion Release'.

This final move, 'Supernova Explosion,' is essentially a form of 'self-destruction.' If Deidara were in this world, he would surely burst into tears on the spot, kneel down, and shout, 'Art!' What could be more magnificent and spectacular than the destruction of a 'star'?
No!

Absolutely not.

Of course, this 'artificial star' was extremely small, which is why this 'supernova explosion' did not result in the destruction of the galaxy, or even the collapse of its core into a black hole due to its enormous mass.

But in terms of power, it was enough to blast a super 'crater' into the Pacific Ocean: just like a super giant crater on the moon.

This was only because a certain 'ancient god' sacrificed himself to stop it; otherwise, the aftershocks alone would have caused a massive upheaval that would destroy the planet's ecosystem!

"I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

In the 'world' made of light, someone couldn't help but touch their chin.

The newly 'awakened' Cthulhu's body blocked most of the explosion. Even with the injection of a massive amount of chakra and the enhancement of Sage Mode energy, making his body comparable to the 'True Thousand Hands', it was still instantly torn to shreds, with most of his body disappearing without a trace.

It doesn't matter, as long as the little octopus is still alive.

After all, it is not a true cosmic 'supernova' that lasts for weeks or even months before gradually decaying;
The super explosion created by 'Radiant Release' is slowly disappearing; the unlucky little octopus followed 'Father's' command and was hit by a powerful attack, but it wasn't a complete loss: after all, the 'True Form of God' experiment was successful, and a portion of its power remained in her body, which could also serve as her trump card.

as well as:

"In the future, this area will become a testing ground for extraordinary individuals who want to advance further."

The power of the Blazing Release is fading. From the colossal crater blasted directly into the Pacific Ocean, massive amounts of crimson lava are gushing out, and the high temperature dominates this area. At the same time, clusters of light orbs float in the air; these are remnants of the Blazing Release. Practicing Fire Release here is twice as effective.

Meanwhile, in the chaotic southern seas, the twisted underwater city of R'lyeh has once again been brought to light.

It is filled with rich natural energy, and in a sense, it is equivalent to the 'Three Great Holy Lands' in the Naruto world. It is definitely a good place to cultivate immortal techniques.

As for how well they can ultimately improve, that depends on their individual abilities.

In short, Yu has delegated the 'opportunity' to others: whether to step into it, whether to obtain it, and how far one can go.

There's no need to worry. Given human characteristics, this place will soon become an adventurer's paradise.

Just like the 'Irregular Seas' of yesteryear, countless ambitious individuals flocked there.

"It's a good thing we sent Rokudo, otherwise Tokyo would have been in serious trouble."

If it weren't for the 'Six Paths' on the outside, stretching the 'Seeking the Way Ball' to its limit and turning it into a super barrier covering the sky and the earth; and if it weren't for the 'Supernova Explosion' being contained and poured into space; the aftershocks alone could have sent Tokyo, no, the entire Pacific coastal region, to the bottom of the sea.

Well, that's it.

With a thought, the little octopus gradually awoke within the enormous 'Cthulhu remains'.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Look, Lord Rokudo has made his move."

"Yeah, that's amazing—" (read in a monotone tone)

Faced with Yu and Qiong's coordinated response, Director Zhuya no longer wanted to offer any comment.

but,

"Thanks to 'Lord Rokudo',"

"Otherwise, who knows how many billions of people would have died this time."

Director Zhu Ya's words are absolutely not an exaggeration: modern metropolises are all concentrated by the sea because of convenient sea transport.

The Pacific coast is home to many megacities like Tokyo, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Sydney. If such an attack that penetrates into outer space were allowed to spread unchecked, the casualties would be measured in hundreds of millions.

The power of the gods is unimaginable.

"That's why I told you not to panic."

The old man calmly pointed to the 'black curtain' that divided the world in the mirror.

"Look, a powerful figure has stepped in to stabilize the situation."

“What Yu-kun said is true,”

Director Zhu Ya nodded repeatedly.

As for whether Rokudo is 'Yu-kun' or has some other relationship, he doesn't want to think about it right now; he just wants to give himself a break.

"Now that the matter has come to an end, please allow me to take my leave."

Chief Inspector Zhu Ya stood up. Without a doubt, the documents awaiting his review at the Metropolitan Police Department had instantly piled up into a small mountain: various classified information related to this operation, the 'gods' lingering in this world, and the attitudes of various extraordinary individuals.
Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

It's not that Director Zhu Ya is unwilling to 'delegate authority,' but rather that there isn't someone of sufficient stature to help him share the burden.

Or rather, because of the special nature of supernatural powers, most high-ranking officials don't want to see or hear this kind of information.

hey~~
"Go."

With a wave of her hand, Director Zhuya finally breathed a sigh of relief and left the High School of Curses.

-----

"Viewers, this is Kyodo News bringing you a live broadcast!"

"First of all, we would like to thank KYG News Corporation for their help, which enabled us to arrive at the scene as soon as possible."

On the communications helicopter, a reporter standing outside the cabin was broadcasting live: Kyodo News is the island nation's largest news agency, providing extensive news resources to media outlets both on and off the island; after the Extraordinary Return, it partnered with KYG News Corporation and has repeatedly reported on the fighting situation in the non-Libyan waters, making its position even more unshakeable.

Now, thanks to their branch in the non-professional wing, which is closest to the battlefield, this reporter was the first to arrive at the 'scene'.

"Please look, everyone. This 'night curtain' that stretches to the sky and connects to the earth is none other than the power of Lord Six Paths!"

"Viewers around the world have surely witnessed that colossal beam of light shooting straight into space—"

"If it weren't for Lord Liudao's intervention, the entire Pacific Ocean, with its 730 trillion tons of seawater, would have been crushed across the entire Pacific coast in a manner similar to the movement of continental plates, thereby creating super hurricanes, tsunamis, earthquakes, and destruction on a global scale."

After speaking, the reporter put his hands together in a solemn gesture.

"Please, everyone, express your deepest gratitude to Lord Rokudo."

"Thanks to Him, humanity has been able to survive."

As a result, not only island nations, but also countries along the Pacific coast such as the Philippines, Indonesia, Australia, and America, and even countries in Europe and Africa on the other side of the planet, saw countless people clasping their hands in prayer.

Regardless of their beliefs,
At this moment, it was this 'Six Paths' who saved the entire world.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Good job,"

Upon returning to the Metropolitan Police Department, Chief Inspector Takeya saw this report and nodded in satisfaction.

Although those guys in the cabinet were cowardly as mice, at least they didn't hold him back, and they also wisely began to promote Lord Six Paths' great power: although 'that one' may not care about the praise of mortals, humans dare not arrogantly take the other party's actions for granted.

After all, judging from the style of that 'heaven,' it's hard to say whether the gods care about humanity.

It all depends on my mood!

In myths and legends from various countries, the basic plot involves mortals being arrogant and angering the gods, who then destroy the world and reshape it.

Weakness is never a sin; arrogance is.

Judging from the battle just now, it's clear that certain high-ranking beings could destroy the world with ease.
"Director, America has also sent a news broadcast to the world!"

?

The urgent report from her subordinates interrupted Director Zhu Ya's thoughts.

"What are they broadcasting—"

"They say it was because their 'fathers in the sea' bravely blocked the falling sun that this planet was protected."

Father in the American Sea? Protector of the Planet?
Is this even human language?!

(End of this chapter)