Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 235 Gao Tianyuan

"How can a frog at the bottom of a well know the vastness of the Milky Way?"

Han Yun's tone was calm, yet it carried an indifference as if he were looking down on ants.

He stepped forward, and the pure yang golden light behind his head transformed into a huge halo. Within the halo, a faint phantom of a great sun appeared, its power as vast as the sea, suppressing all evil spirits.

The golden light materialized, like thousands of golden rays that swept away the lingering evil energy in the tea room, and even the array patterns on the walls began to crumble inch by inch.

The Pure Yang Dao that Han Yun obtained from Lu Zu merged with his own Nine Yang Qi, giving rise to supernatural powers, which Han Yun called: Sheng Guang!

"Either you roll out here yourself, or I'll refine this remnant soul of yours as well?"

The possessed Ashiya Shima Yoshi's face flashed with struggle and resentment as he hissed, "Arrogant! I am the spirit of Ashiya Doman, how dare you insult me!"

He clasped his hands together abruptly and chanted obscure and ancient incantations. A deeper, darker power, originating from the very source of his soul, began to surge forth, attempting a final desperate attempt.

The purple patterns beneath his skin writhed as if alive, and his aura became extremely unstable, filled with destructive fluctuations.

"Stubborn."

Han Yun said no more. His third eye suddenly opened fully, and an eight-sided Han sword forged from pure Yang thoughts appeared, containing majestic heavenly power, and instantly fixed its light on Ashiyajima Yoshi.

Manjushri's Wisdom Sword - Slaying Evil!

Within Ashiyajima Yoshi's soul sea, a massive, golden sword blade, stretching to the sky, suddenly appeared and collapsed like a mountain.

This sword of wisdom is formless and intangible, yet it is specifically designed to slay evil spirits and wicked thoughts, pointing directly to the source!
The possessed Ashiya Meiji's body shuddered violently, and the chanting stopped abruptly.

His face contorted in extreme pain, and the darkness in his eyes swirled violently, as if two consciousnesses were vying for dominance within him.

"No... spare me..." This was Ashiya Meiji's original voice, filled with fear.

"waste!"

Another, more ancient and sinister voice roared.

But regardless of which consciousness it was, under the overwhelming might of Manjushri's Wisdom Sword, it melted away as quickly as ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun.

Chi Chi!

Streams of dark purple evil energy, like scorched worms, desperately tried to crawl out from Ashiya Meigi's seven orifices, but under the illumination of pure yang golden light, they let out a shrill scream and turned into green smoke.

"what--!"

With a resentful, inhuman scream, the aura belonging to Ashiya Dōman receded like the tide and finally dissipated completely.

The darkness in Ashiya Meiji's eyes quickly faded, revealing the whites of his eyes, but his gaze was completely unfocused, and the purple markings on his skin also dimmed and disappeared.

His body went limp, as if all his bones had been removed, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his breath extremely weak, clinging to life with only his last breath.

The forced summoning of the ancestor, which was then forcibly shattered, caused irreversible damage to his physical and mental health.

Han Yun walked up to him, looking down at him. Instead of immediately ending his life, he extended his finger and touched the center of his forehead to perform a final soul search.

He wanted to make sure that as many secrets about this organization as possible were uncovered, especially those concerning the "Twelve Divine Lords," the "Grand Master," and their complete plans for China.

A flood of fragmented memories surged into Han Yun's mind, far more complex and dark than the memories of the previous underlings.

Among these were various insidious and evil practices, bloody sacrifices, and information about the organization's strongholds and personnel both in Japan and overseas. More importantly, Han Yun gleaned some vague information about the "Grand Master," who seemed to be an extremely ancient entity hidden deep within the shadows of Japanese history.

Its purpose is far more than simply releasing the myriad ghosts from the Ghost-Binding Well; it seems to involve some kind of subversive and enormous conspiracy, with the Ghost-Binding Well being just one part of its chessboard.

In addition, he obtained a crucial piece of intelligence: in the near future, other "god-level" figures may infiltrate Shenzhou under various identities, with their targets suspected to be related to several other ancient sealed places similar to the Ghost-Binding Well.

"As expected, their ambitions are not small."

A cold glint flashed in Han Yun's eyes.

After the soul search was completed, Ashiyajima Yoshi's last bit of life was completely extinguished. His head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

Later, Han Yun found a black magatama of special material on Ashiyajima Yoshimi, with the number "twelve" engraved on it, as well as some encrypted scrolls containing fragmented plans.

In a hidden compartment of the tea room, remnants of ritual implements used for communication with Japan and some documents that had not yet been destroyed were also discovered.

One of the documents mentions a fragment of a follow-up plan called "Yomi Hirasaka," which is vague but hints at a larger conspiracy.

Han Yun surveyed the chaotic tea room and contacted Hao Yi via communicator: "President Hao, the target's stronghold has been cleared, and the ringleader, Ashiyajima Yoshi, has been executed. Send people over immediately to take over the scene, clean up the evidence, and seal off all related items."

"Note that there may still be some evil or malevolent restrictions remaining in this place, so those handling the situation must be extremely careful."

"Furthermore, based on the list I will send later, conduct a secret city-wide manhunt for his accomplices, leaving no one alive."

"Understood! Chairman Han, are you alright?" Hao Yi's voice was filled with concern and a hint of shock. How long had it been? A master comparable to the Ten Elders had been dealt with just like that?
"It's alright. Deal with it as soon as possible. I suspect they have other contact points or backup plans," Han Yun instructed.

"Yes! I'll lead the team here myself!"

After ending the communication, Han Yun activated his Heavenly Eye again, carefully scanning the entire restaurant. After confirming that there were no other hidden threats or valuable clues, he vanished in a flash, leaving behind the ruins that were filled with a faint smell of blood and burnt food.

A moment later, several seemingly ordinary vans quietly drove into the storage shed, and the well-trained employees of Nadutong quickly and efficiently began the cleaning work.

Meanwhile, a swift and decisive operation to purge the Japanese supernatural forces lurking in Chengdu and the entire southwest region quietly unfolded under the cover of night.

Han Yun stood in the night outside the restaurant, gazing in the direction of Mount Qingcheng.

The temporary crisis at the Ghost Well has been resolved, and the erosion of the ley line node has been stopped.

But the information in Ashiyajima Yoshi's memory suggests that this was merely the prelude to a much larger storm. The enemies lurking in the shadows coveted and infiltrated this land of China far beyond imagination.

"The Twelve Divine Lords, the Grand Master, and the name of this organization... Takamagahara!"

Han Yun muttered to himself, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

The other party's understanding of the land veins of China and ancient seals, as well as the magical artifacts they used that incorporated various evil arts, all indicate that they have a profound background and long-term planning behind them.

For Han Yun, these people were not a threat, but the fleas jumping around were quite annoying.

"trouble."

Han Yun frowned and gently exhaled.

He's the kind of person who hates trouble the most.

Or, why don't we just plow that area all over?
(End of this chapter)