I made up myths in America

Chapter 174 Ten thousand swords return to the clan
In an instant, all the Americans present realized what had happened.

After all, the reputation of the US military stationed in Japan has always been synonymous with a moral low ground, and who knows how many heinous things they have done.

Based on the hallucination just now, it was clear that decades ago, this underage Japanese girl came to the Yokota base to perform as a geisha, suffered unacceptable humiliation and persecution, and finally hanged herself in resentment.

This resentment may still have lingered to this day.

Until today, the demon general in the sky waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand, and black mist scattered throughout Tokyo, causing the dead Japanese girl to be resurrected as a vengeful spirit.

But this has nothing to do with us; we are innocent.
Having sorted out the cause and effect, the American delegation members wore bitter faces. Led by one or two clever ones, they cursed the American soldiers who deserved to go to hell, and kindly greeted their entire families with beautiful language, hoping that the vengeful spirit could see their integrity and kindness and have mercy on them.

However, this Japanese vengeful spirit, created by Lu Bai and resembling Kayako, said, "I have no idea what you foreign devils are whispering about."

Her numerous clones grinned and roared at the damned Americans. The chilling sound waves alone sent shivers down the spines of the mostly ordinary CIA agents, who instinctively pulled the triggers of their weapons.

boom! Bang bang! !
Instantly, hundreds of bullets shot towards the terrifying vengeful spirits with the same appearance all around, creating a great commotion. Unfortunately, ordinary bullets could not cause any damage to these spirits, but instead completely enraged them.

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

The thousands of vengeful spirits roared again, launching a sonic attack, and surged forward like a horde of corpses.

The Vice President Vance, who was being protected by the crowd, could not bear the shock. Upon seeing this, he rolled his eyes and decisively fainted.

"Get out of the way!!"

Kane, who was at the very front, took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the lamppost next to him, his arm muscles bulging, and pulled it up by the roots.

"Kane, ordinary attacks are completely ineffective against them."

Nathan, who was standing nearby, quickly reminded him.

"Of course I know."

Surrounded by white mist, Kane held the massive metal lamppost in his arms and shook it rapidly clockwise.

Whew, whimper
With his astonishing strength, the surrounding mist was stirred up, and rays of sunlight fell from the sky, shining on the vengeful spirits, causing them to hiss and emit black smoke as they screamed and retreated.

"Is this even allowed?!"

The other agents, who had almost thought they were about to die, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. They put down the useless fire pokers in their hands, looked up at the bright sun in the sky, and realized for the first time how precious this star of the solar system, which they could see every day, was.

Just because Kane was able to come up with this clever trick in a moment of desperation and was capable of doing it doesn't mean that others can do it too.

Under the eerie white fog, a true 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' began throughout Tokyo.

And often, the more sinful a place is, the more evil spirits will appear.

Because of the recent revival of mythology, the new leader of the Unified Church, who is revered as a 'deity' by his followers, did not have time to demonstrate his divine power to his believers before a dense mass of eerie black hair suddenly appeared, as if it were alive, and burrowed into the leader's mouth, ears, and nostrils.

“Ah, ahhh!!”

Amid the screams of the believers, other high-ranking members of the Unification Church, who had no time to escape, also suffered the same fate.

"My God, how could this happen?!"

A middle-aged Japanese woman, who had donated all her possessions to the church, knelt there, staring wide-eyed at the scene, as if the sky had fallen.

Under the bewildered and collapsing gazes of her and the other believers, translucent souls emanating black energy rose from the corpses of these high-ranking members of the Unification Church and flew towards the sky.

"Hahaha, I knew it! The cult leader truly possesses extraordinary power. He didn't die at all; he ascended to heaven!!"

Many of the deeply brainwashed followers stood up abruptly upon seeing this, gesturing wildly and laughing excitedly.

But before long, the smiles on their faces suddenly froze.

Because these evil souls that rose from all over Tokyo turned into wisps of black smoke and all poured into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the hands of the demon general.

"Waaah, waaah—"

In an instant, the already dilapidated City of the Dead beneath his feet was once again swept by a chilling wind, and billowing black smoke rose up.

The ghost general stood atop the city wall of the City of the Wrongfully Dead, holding a black flag that exuded overwhelming ghostly energy. He looked up and laughed triumphantly: "Yan Chixia, there are tens of millions of people here. I can have as many soul-refining materials as I want. What can you use to fight me? When Lord Pudu Cihang successfully transforms into a dragon by taking advantage of Japan's national fortune, that will be your death day."

As he finished speaking, with so many evil souls replenishing it, the enormous Yin Python coiled around the City of the Wrongfully Dead solidified even more, radiating an incomparably terrifying aura.

boom! Boom! !
The sky over Tokyo, which had just brightened, began to darken again as large patches of dark clouds gathered, gradually obscuring the sun.

This also means that many Tokyo residents who rely on sunlight to ward off evil spirits have completely lost their last line of protection.

This instantly put countless people on edge, their eyes fixed on the sky, their hands clenched in front of their chests, cheering on Master Yan, who was their last hope.

Meanwhile, at the University of Tokyo, Ida, the student who had just prepared to jump off the building to die with some dignity, took a deep breath, stood on the edge of the rooftop, and prepared once again.

"Hey, wait a minute, Ida!!"

His classmate pulled him back again, telling him not to be so impatient. Based on his many years of experience watching films, he could tell that Master Yan was currently concentrating with his eyes closed and his hand forming a sword-like finger between his eyebrows, indicating that he was definitely preparing some powerful move.

Lu Bai, the director behind the scenes, said that watching those films was not a waste of time.

In a house with a hole smashed in it in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, green vines spread out and caught Yoshiya Harada and Shizuka Sato, who had fallen from the sky, helping them absorb most of the impact.

However, the remaining impact and the chilling aura brought by being pierced by numerous evil spirits still made them feel unwell. For now, they could only barely sit up and watch the battle taking place in the sky.

Buzz! !
At that moment, Yoshiya Harada's hand suddenly began to vibrate wildly, as if the demon sword Onikiri was about to be thrown out of his hand at any moment, which caught the attention of both of them.

"What's going on?!"

Harada Yoshiya quickly tightened his grip.

But as the vibrations of Onikiri grew stronger, Harada Yoshiya, whose injuries were quite severe, found that he could no longer hold on to it.

A few seconds later, he could only watch helplessly as his demonic sword left him, turning into a streak of bloody light and soaring into the sky.

A similar scene unfolded at the Tokyo National Museum in Japan. As a country that highly reveres Kendo, this museum, located at the northern end of Ueno Park in Tokyo's Taito Ward, houses a considerable collection of valuable swords, most of which were looted from China during the invasion of China.

The most famous of these swords is, of course, the Heishi Shōrin sword, which is said to have been the personal sword of Prince Shotoku of Japan and has been designated a national treasure of Japan.

This is a typical Sui Dynasty straight sword, with a straight blade, about 65 centimeters in length, and the blade is engraved with the gold inscription "Bingzi Jiaolin".

At that moment, it was in the Tokyo National Museum. As if summoned by some mysterious force, it suddenly flew up along with the other swords in the museum, broke through the museum's ceiling, and flew into the sky.

Whoosh, whoosh—

Thanks to the popular Kendo culture in Japan, the total number of swords protected throughout Japan is at least over ten million.

At this moment, regardless of whether they were new or old, all these swords flew up and formed a long dragon of sword energy, connected end to end, to the astonishment of the people.

An incomparably sharp and vast sword intent emanated from Yan Chixia, spreading across the entire sky above Tokyo.

Inside the dilapidated house, Harada Yoshiya, who had always considered himself a skilled swordsman and was very proud of it, felt this astonishing sword intent and suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.

Meanwhile, Brad, who had been sent to the British delegation by Yan Chixia, was still unconscious. But when he sensed the terrifying sword intent, he suddenly stood up, gasping for breath, and looked up at the sky.

Buzz! Buzz!!
At this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to Yan Chixia, who was radiating a vast sword intent in the sky, and they stared blankly at the sky.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!!"

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Yan Chixia opened his eyes at this moment, his face solemn, and he pointed his sword finger forward sharply.

This long dragon of sword energy, formed by countless swords, carried an astonishing sword intent and shot out like dazzling meteors, covering the entire area where the City of the Unjustly Dead was located.

boom!
Boom boom! !
As countless golden sword energies crisscrossed the sky, they cleaved through the dark clouds that had gathered again over Tokyo.

The already dilapidated City of the Dead was completely shattered. The ghost general holding the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls looked up and let out a shrill scream. At the same time, he was pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords. A large amount of black energy escaped from his riddled body. His ghost body, which was originally no different from that of an ordinary person, became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No, Lord Pudu Cihang, save me!"

His broken body stumbled and flew toward the giant centipede hovering above the Imperial Palace, which was still sucking the lifeblood of Japan.

It is evident that, as time goes by, most of the black armor on Pudu Cihang's body has turned into a sacred and dazzling gold, and the centipede body has gradually transformed into a dragon shape.

"Hmph, nameless and formless, yet shining as brightly as the sun and moon!!"

Seeing this, Yan Chixia snorted coldly and decisively pressed his advantage. Countless swords gathered in the air and transformed into a giant, golden light sword, which slashed down directly at the monstrous Pudu Cihang.

Boom! !

This attack split the Imperial Palace, located in the heart of Tokyo's Chiyoda Ward, in two.

The ground roared and cracked open, revealing a massive ravine that stretched far and wide.

As the primary target, the mangled ghost general once again let out a miserable scream before being completely transformed into wisps of black smoke under the sharp sword light.

Even Pudu Cihang, who was immersed in his dream of transforming into a dragon, was forced to wake up. His eyes were filled with gloom as he looked at Yan Chixia, and he roared angrily from deep in his throat, "You stinking Taoist priest, you're asking for death!!"

"Who will die is still uncertain; the universe is boundless, and heaven and earth lend their power."

Yan Chixia snorted coldly, bit his finger, and once again manipulated the giant lightsaber in the sky, slashing it down at Pudu Cihang.

This time, he was aiming at the Yasakani no Magatama, which was floating in the air and attracting countless pale yellow lights from all around.

This ancient, bluish-green magatama, along with the Kusanagi sword and the Yata mirror, is known as one of the Three Sacred Treasures of Japan. It has long been regarded as a symbol of the Japanese Imperial Family and is well-known to the public.

Although Japanese historical records state that the Taira clan was defeated in the Genpei War in 1185, and together with the young Emperor Antoku, they threw themselves into the sea with the Three Sacred Treasures, the ones enshrined by the Japanese Imperial Family today may not be the originals.

However, the existing Yasakani no Magatama has been enshrined by the Japanese Imperial Family for nearly a thousand years. It is taken out and worshipped every time the Imperial Family holds a succession ceremony, and the Japanese people have long been accustomed to its existence.

At that moment, they watched helplessly as the enormous light sword struck the glowing Yasakani no Magatama.

With a very slight cracking sound, their Japanese artifact suddenly exploded, turning into countless points of light.

Many people wore expressions of deep sorrow and grief.

Princess Kako, currently the only living direct descendant of the Japanese Imperial Family, exclaimed in surprise.

"No!"

"Yan Chixia, you're asking for death!!"

But even louder than their voices was the sudden outburst of Pudu Cihang.

The Yasakani no Magatama represents the fate of Japan. Its shattering signifies that the dragon transformation that Pudu Cihang painstakingly planned failed at the last moment.

His demonic body, which was just a hair's breadth away from turning completely golden, suffered a backlash, releasing a large amount of black mist. After a series of twists and changes, it finally transformed into a huge black shadow that resembled both a dragon and a snake. Hundreds of blood-red tentacles were hidden among the black mist, and its giant eyes radiated a fierce light like lanterns. Its mouthparts were as ferocious as broadswords and axes, spewing flames, poisonous smoke, and storms with each opening and closing.

Boom! !

Suddenly, the entire city of Tokyo shook violently, and an eerie aura filled the air.

The residents of Tokyo, who are used to earthquakes, instinctively crouched down in a corner of their homes with their hands covering their heads, looking out the window with trepidation.

The enormous centipede, its feet treading on black mist, climbed into the air and chased after the Taoist priest, spewing flames, poisonous smoke, and storms.

The combination of these three factors created a fierce firestorm that set large areas of Tokyo ablaze. Because most of the buildings were made of wood, the fire spread extremely quickly under the hurricane's influence.
Before long, the fire had even spread to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department headquarters, which is also located in Chiyoda Ward.

"Quickly, quickly, quickly, set up firebreaks and put out the fire!"

The Metropolitan Police Department officers were busy working in a flurry of activity.

In the sky, Yan Chixia, a righteous person who adhered to the principle of not compromising his image, stopped at this moment, his brows furrowed, looking at Pudu Cihang who had completely fallen into madness. He took out an ancient jade talisman engraved with the words "Shushan" from his waist, and with a look of regret, crushed it.

(End of this chapter)