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Chapter 220 Demon Appears, Immortal Manifests
"Holy crap, these things can be combined into something like this."

"How can a person from outside the secular world be so crude? Damn, this thing looks pretty powerful." Yi Qing complained to Qing Yuan, then followed his gaze to the gradually solidifying phantom on the ruins and sighed.

Qingyuan looked at Chen Huanling and Shang Qin and said, "You two are immortal, so why don't you take this enemy?"

Chen Huanling immediately refused; immortality didn't mean she was willing to be beaten. She then shifted the blame to Qi Luo and Yan Huan, saying, "You two are skilled at dealing with souls, so this remnant soul aggregate is more suitable for you."

"Why don't you just let us die? I think it's most suitable to send Lu Chen, the strongest among us." Yan Huan rolled her eyes at Chen Huanling, also shifting the blame.

It's no wonder they were shoving each other; the main reason was that the figure that appeared on the ruins of Fusang was extremely aggressive and ferocious, far surpassing the aura of Amaterasu that had appeared before. Amaterasu had almost reached the strength of an Earth Immortal, while this thing, judging from its aura, strongly suggested the destructive power of a Celestial Immortal.

Black smoke twisted like boiling asphalt, carrying steel remnants from the ruins of Tokyo as it soared into the sky.

Fragments of the bustling city spun wildly in the smoke column, the shards of the glass curtain wall refracted a cold, eerie blue light, and the twisted subway tracks coiled and rose like the skeleton of a giant python, finally colliding with a deafening roar at a height of a thousand meters, exploding into blinding flashes of electricity.

Their previous battles had damaged many of Fusang's nuclear power plants, and the nuclear radiation in this area was still quite severe. Black smoke billowed from the cracks in the ground, initially as thin as hair, but suddenly expanded upon contact with the piles of corpses on the surface.

Those were human remains scorched by radiation, charred feathers of a tengu, decaying scales shed by the Yamata no Orochi, and fragments of unburnt gold foil from the Amaterasu Shinto temple—all now being sucked into the churning column of smoke, like a furnace of the dead being stirred by an invisible giant hand. The human figure formed by the fusion of these things was divided into three layers.

Beneath the smoke, the remnants of Japanese soldiers churned, countless translucent figures tearing and wrestling within the black mist. Office workers' ties transformed into venomous snakes, gnawing at teachers' skirts; bloodstained textbooks rolled out of students' backpacks, each page reflecting the terrified pupils of those on their deathbeds.

Above that were the ferocious beasts, the eight serpent heads of the Yamata no Orochi tearing at each other in the smoke column, the concrete instantly melting where the venom dripped; the tengu's beak pecking at the heads of vengeful spirits, the crisp sound of breaking wing bones mixed with the cries of infants, weaving a maddening cacophony in the smoke.

At the very top floated fragments of the gods. The embers of Amaterasu's divine fire burned like dark red coal, but were cleaved into dust by the fierce sword energy of Susanoo's sword. The cloud-patterned robe fragments of Susanoo were wrapped in the rotten soil of the underworld, and the air stank wherever they passed.

As the black smoke condensed into a human-shaped silhouette hundreds of meters high, a terrifying "patchwork" was taking place on the surface of the body.

In the chest cavity, fragments of Amaterasu's sun emblem were embedded in the festering wound. The golden light did not melt the eight-headed serpent scales covering them; instead, it made the scales appear as a dripping reddish-gold.

The left arm was a forcibly sewn-together structure of a tengu's eagle claw and Susanoo's muscle tissue, its feathers standing on end, and the blood flowing through its veins was not blood but a black mist of vengeful spirits; on the right leg, a severed human limb clung like vines to the tail of the eight-headed serpent.

Three faces are stacked and intertwined on the top of the head. The front face is the broken gold foil mask of Amaterasu, the right eye hole is stuck with Susanoo's broken sword, and the left eye is the eye of Yamata no Orochi, slowly turning and looking down at the human world.

The side of the skull has the hooked beak of a tengu, with human teeth showing through the split of the beak, and ema plaques from a shrine stuck between the teeth. The back of the skull is completely skeletal, with hundreds of vengeful spirits' faces floating in the brain area, like a never-ending revolving lantern.

A semi-transparent "spiritual afterimage" appeared behind it. The upper body was a phantom image of Amaterasu Omikami's shrine, but the golden light leaking from its robes transformed into chains of vengeful spirits.

Its lower body is in the form of a giant serpent, Yamata no Orochi, with the sword wound left by Susanoo when he killed it still coiled around its belly. Even more bizarrely, the tengu's hair stands up from the demon's shoulders, with each hair tipped with a dying lantern, the light reflecting countless spirits of those who died in the tsunami struggling inside the lanterns.

The volcanic ash scattered from the eruption of Mount Fuji fell like black snowflakes onto this demon.

It roared, its voice a mixture of the dying sighs of gods, the unwilling battle cries, the hiss of the Yamata no Orochi, and the desperate questions of countless ordinary people on their deathbeds. Wherever the sound waves passed, the nearest sea surface boiled and evaporated into mist, each drop of water reflecting the last moments of the dead.

This monster, stitched together from the remains of gods, the vengeful spirits of demons, and the resentment of humans, is both the epitaph of Fusang and a sacrificial offering to the mythology of this nation.

As the last wisp of Amaterasu's divine fire extinguished among the snake's scales, it let out a maniacal laugh that surpassed both gods and demons—perhaps a venomous curse upon all living beings, or perhaps the cruelest irony upon this land. "If I remember correctly, Boss Su Yun seems to have sealed off Fusang Island, allowing entry but not exit. It seems we have no choice but to kill this monster."

"What a pity, I was hoping to see if we could lead it to the Ugly Country."

"Hey~ When it comes to heart, you're the best."

Just as the crowd was shoving each other, strange phenomena suddenly appeared in the sky. Auspicious clouds gathered from all directions, and in the dazzling light, the patriarchs of various sects who had already become immortals slowly appeared, stepping on the glow of the clouds.

The middle-aged Taoist standing at the forefront of the cloud had piercing eyes. He spoke first, his voice steady and powerful, carrying the majesty that comes with the passage of time: "Such evil spirits must not be allowed to run rampant. Today, we will definitely eradicate them completely!"

Having said that, he gently waved his whisk, and a white light containing supreme Daoist principles shot straight toward the demon god like a bolt of lightning.

The Taoist priest with the staff beside him smiled leisurely. As he swung his iron staff, the void trembled, and countless golden runes burst forth from the staff, transforming into a huge net of light that enveloped the demon god, attempting to bind it.

"Looks like we don't need to lift a finger." Seeing this, Chen Huanling immediately found a good spot to sit down and watch the show. She even pulled out some snacks from somewhere.

Yan Huan looked at these Taoists. Since they didn't have names on their heads like NOCs, she naturally didn't know who they were. However, one thing was very obvious. She said, "Why are they all Taoists? I don't see any bald monks... cough cough, sorry, I didn't mean to target you, Master Qingyuan."

Qingyuan said nonchalantly, "Say what you want to say. I cultivate both Buddhism and Taoism, so I have no taboos. It's just that I don't have the demonic path, otherwise I wouldn't mind studying it."

“Isn’t it said that a single thought can lead to either Buddha or demon? If you study Buddhism, you might just be able to discover your own demonic path,” Shang Qin chimed in.

They didn't actually know these Taoist priests, but the sect leaders of the sects these priests belonged to certainly did. The moment they appeared, the younger generation of those sects would naturally sense it. After seeing these patriarchs in the live stream, their identities were quickly revealed.

The one who first flicked his whisk was the founder of the Shaoyang School, while the one wielding the iron staff was from the Quanzhen Liu School. There was also the "Liu" from the Wu-Liu School, the Jinshan School, and so on. Most of these founders came from the two major Daoist schools, Quanzhen and Zhengyi.

Before the golden net of the staff-wielding Taoist could close, the celestial dog's reversed hair on the demon god's shoulder and neck suddenly burst into flames, and a thousand lanterns of vengeful spirits exploded simultaneously. Countless translucent phantoms of the dead swarmed towards the net of light like locusts, actually gnawing at the gaps between the runes and creating tiny cracks.

Seeing this, Master Liu formed the Yi Wood Sword Technique with his fingertips, and a three-inch green bamboo Dharma image flew out from between his eyebrows. The bamboo leaves transformed into thousands of sharp blades to shred the attacking vengeful spirits: "This fiend is based on vengeful spirits, so we must destroy its soul first!"

Before the words were finished, the belly of the eight-headed serpent at the demon god's lower back suddenly split open, and the seven serpent heads, along with black blood contaminated by nuclear radiation, gushed out.

Master Sun had already discerned the connection between the three layers of the Demon God's structure. His longsword transformed into seventy-two azure streaks, specifically severing the black mist ligaments connecting the three layers. Wherever the blade passed, the black meridians connecting the remnant souls of humans and the ferocious souls of demonic beasts snapped, and the surging vengeful spirits at the bottom layer immediately swayed like kites with broken strings.

Master Wang's whisk suddenly shone brightly, and a phantom image of a magic weapon imitating the Eight Scenery Lanterns appeared: "Let me pacify the remnant soul of the wild god!"

The lamplight projected into the shimmering realm of light, enveloping the fragments of Amaterasu's divine fire floating above the demon god's head and the broken sword of Susanoo. However, Susanoo's corrupted earth cloud patterns suddenly transformed into the miasma of the underworld, which actually bred a malevolent miasma within the realm of light that devoured the immortal energy.

Master Liu slammed his iron crutch heavily on the ground, triggering the Thunder Pool of the Nine Heavens: "Fellow Daoist Liu, I'll borrow your Yi Wood to generate thunder!"

Those in the Taoist sect are more comfortable, useful, and fond of using lightning.

(End of this chapter)