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

Chapter 251 Chongde Tengu, the Three Divine Treasures Appear

"...What's more, you, the mastermind behind all this, are right here! Even if I have to fight to the last drop of blood and my soul is scattered, I will still kill you to comfort the souls of those who died because of you!"

"I offer my broken body as a sacrifice! Divine sword...drink my blood!!!"

Zaraki Souichirou let out a blood-curdling roar, his entire being transforming into a human torch, all his life essence, soul power, and primordial energy surging recklessly into the Kusanagi Sword.

The demonic sword emitted a joyful and greedy hum, and its dark golden sword light surged once again, even more dazzling and terrifying than when it slew the earthquake catfish.

The air around the sword began to distort and annihilate.

This was the final and strongest strike he unleashed, a culmination of everything: his loyalty to Japan, his faith in the samurai, his hatred for his enemies, and his pride as a sword saint.

"Secret Technique... Xiaotian... God Slayer!!!"

With his hoarse shout, a dark golden sword aura, seemingly capable of cleaving through the dawn and tearing apart the sky, carrying the will to destroy everything, slashed down towards Han Yun.

Wherever the sword energy passed, it seemed to slice open a thin black mark in the space.

Faced with this supreme attack, which embodied the life of a sword saint, sacrificed immense vitality, and was unleashed by the legendary demon sword, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, Han Yun simply stood there quietly, not even the hem of his clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

He even...slowly raised his right hand and extended one index finger.

At the fingertips, a barely perceptible glimmer of light appeared.

The next moment, the dark golden sword energy, which seemed capable of annihilating gods, ruthlessly struck that point of clear light.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no surge of energy.

Under the gaze of Zaraki Souichirou's eyes, which were wide open to the point of almost tearing apart, his ultimate sword, which contained all his power and all his beliefs, touched the clear light at Han Yun's fingertips the instant it made contact.

It was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, like crystal colliding with diamond.

Silently, it shattered and disintegrated, turning into the finest specks of light that dissipated into the morning air.

Even the sword light that surged on the Murakumo Sword that day was extinguished as if by an invisible hand, instantly dimming and returning to its ancient and somber color.

"..."

Zaraki Souichirou stood frozen in place, his hands still wielding his sword, his pupils unfocused, all the expressions on his face frozen, turning into utter bewilderment and blankness.

He couldn't understand.

unbelievable.

He swung his strongest sword, risking his life, his soul, and everything a samurai possessed...

actually……

To think that the other party could... use just one finger...

A gentle touch...

At once……

Broken?

It's broken!!!

"Ah……"

Han Yun slowly withdrew his finger, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust. He looked at the utterly dejected Zaraki Souichirou, shook his head slightly, and spoke with a hint of mockery in his tone:

"Juggernaut?"

"Just ants."

Before he could finish speaking, the Ama-no-Murakumo sword in Zaraki Soichiro's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs, his eyes quickly losing all their light, and he fell straight backward.

No breath at all.

This contemporary Japanese swordsman, amidst extreme shock, despair, and the collapse of his beliefs, burned out his last bit of life.

Han Yun's gaze swept over the dull-looking Kusanagi sword on the ground and the corpse of Zaraki Soichiro, his eyes showing no emotion.

With a wave of his hand, the Kusanagi Sword fell into his grasp. After briefly sensing the greedy and ferocious sword spirit within, Han Yun's palm flashed with a clear light, and he sealed it completely.

"the second."

He muttered to himself, then took Zaraki Soichiro's corpse into his inner space and decomposed it. His figure then slowly faded, as if merging into the light of dawn, and disappeared.

All that remained was a devastated land and a deathly silence.

In the distance, the rising sun finally leaped fully above the horizon, casting its golden rays upon this land that had just experienced an unequal battle.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Yet it also felt as if everything was just beginning.

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Kyoto, Takamagahara Shrine.

Inside the purification hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. The Grand Master of Ceremonies was concentrating with his eyes closed when suddenly the prayer beads in his hand snapped with a "crack," and the jade beads rolled to the ground.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the soul lamp representing Zaraki Souichirou in front of him suddenly went out, and the connection with the Ama no Kusanagi sword was also severed.

"Kenji Zaraki... his treasury is shattered!?"

"Hattori."

With a shout from the Grand Master, the blurry figure reappeared.

In the shadows, the blurry figure materialized like a ghost, its eerie green eyes trembling slightly as it looked at the extinguished soul lamp.

"Grand Palace Secretary..."

The deep, hoarse voice carried a hint of barely perceptible surprise and doubt. They knew Zaraki Souichirou's strength very well, and with the aid of the Ama no Kusanagi sword, even if he was no match for him, he should not have been defeated so quickly and so thoroughly.

The chief priest did not turn around; his aged face appeared even more somber in the dim light.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the cold base of the Soul Lamp, his voice seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "Kenpachi has fallen, and Ama no Kusanagi has lost contact."

These few words, though brief, carried immense weight, crashing down in the empty hall, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The blurry figure remained silent for a moment, then a ghostly green light flashed violently: "Who exactly made the move from the Divine Continent? How could they possibly withstand the combined attack of the Sword Saint Zaraki and the Heavenly Cloud Sword? Could it be the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain?"

"Who it is doesn't matter anymore!"

The chief priest abruptly interrupted him, a terrifying glint flashing in his cloudy eyes, his previous weariness and solemnity replaced by an almost insane determination.

"The important thing is that they are declaring war, using Kenpachi's blood and the loss of the divine sword to declare war on us, Takamagahara!" He suddenly stood up, his wide white priest's robes fluttering without wind, and a huge and obscure wind pressure spread out from him, shaking the curtains hanging in the hall.

"Send the order!"

The Grand Master's voice was as cold as ice, carrying the majesty of a superior: "Initiate the first phase of the 'Yellow Springs' plan. All gods, shikigami, and ninjas within the Divine Continent shall abandon all covert operations and infiltration and launch a full-scale attack on all marked sealing nodes."

The blurry figure abruptly looked up, a hint of shock flashing in its eerie green eyes: "Grand Master! The 'Yellow Springs Passage' project is of paramount importance. Is it appropriate to launch it hastily...?"

"No time!"

The Grand Master said sternly, an unnatural flush appearing on his face: "Shenzhou's counterattack is more ruthless and decisive than we expected, which is very unlike Shenzhou's usual style."

"They're forcing us to reveal our trump cards. We can't wait any longer. We must tear open the biggest gap before they fully realize what's happening and gather their strength!"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi, and stared westward with a sinister look, as if he could pierce through the void and see that vast land.

"Now that things are out in the open, there's no need to hide them anymore. Send orders to 'Nue' and 'Earth Spider' to go to Changbai Mountain. I need to hear news of at least three important seals in the Divine Land being broken within twelve hours."

"Hi!"

Without further hesitation, the blurry figure bowed deeply and was about to leave the hall, but unexpectedly, the layers of barriers surrounding the Takamagahara Shinkiin suddenly burst open.

"I think you don't need to go and relay the order!"

A clear voice suddenly rang out in the hall, as if right next to their ears. The Grand Master and the blurry figure were both startled and turned their heads sharply.

In the center of the Xiefu Hall, Han Yun's figure had quietly appeared, as if he had always been there.

"you……!"

The Grand Master's pupils constricted sharply, and his heart nearly skipped a beat. The purification hall, the deepest recesses of the Shinto Temple at the Takamagahara headquarters, with its layers upon layers of barriers and restrictions, seemed utterly meaningless before this person?!
The blurry figure reacted extremely quickly, its eerie green eyes flashing with a fierce light. It transformed into a twisted shadow, which then split into a hundred images, each carrying a chilling aura and a deadly poisonous energy, lunging at Han Yun like a venomous snake.

He is the "Shinobi" of Takamagahara, the contemporary god of ninjas, inheriting the title of Hattori Hanzo, specializing in assassination and protection, and his strength is among the top of the Twelve Gods.

However, Han Yun only glanced at him indifferently.

There was no action, no burst of momentum.

Han Yun directly discerned the location of its true form. He saw one of the shadows that had leaped into the air emit a muffled thud and fly back at an even faster speed, crashing heavily into the palace pillar.

The shadow dissipated, revealing a small, thin figure shrouded in a black bodysuit. He lay limp on the ground, blood seeping from beneath his mask, his face filled with horror and bewilderment.

In that brief eye contact, his mind felt as if it had been crushed by a mighty, mountain-shaking golden sword, and the incomparable power of that sword was imprinted directly into his mind.

"escape……"

Right now, he only has this one thought.

However, his body seemed to be out of his control, remaining standing still and unable to move.

Han Yun didn't take him seriously at all, but instead looked at the Grand Palace Master. In Han Yun's Heavenly Eye, the Grand Palace Master's true face was completely exposed.

Within Han Yun's third eye, a clear light flowed, and the solemn and dignified exterior of the Grand Palace Chief before him was like a thin sheet of paper thrown into a raging fire, rapidly twisting and peeling away to reveal the hideous and terrifying true form within.

Where can you find any more ethereal and otherworldly priests?

“Chongde… no, perhaps I should call you Great Tengu.” Han Yun said calmly, revealing its origins, “You occupy a high position in the Divine Palace and nourish your own resentment with the wishes of all living beings. You’ve certainly made a good scheme.”

It's no wonder that Takamagahara has such power. The Great Tengu was originally transformed from a certain daemon, and has been worshipped by Japanese priests for nearly a thousand years, making it comparable to a national spirit.

The Grand Master's face was cold as he roared, "You strange man from the Divine Land, you ruined my plans, killed my God Lord, and stole my divine sword! Today, I will use your flesh and soul to quell my rage!"

He suddenly waved the bat fan in his hand.

"Demon Wind - Chaos of the Gods!"

In an instant, a dark, demonic wind rose out of nowhere, transforming into countless wailing phantoms of vengeful spirits. Carrying the power to erode the soul and defile the true qi, it swept towards Han Yun like a raging tide.

The wind carried with it all the overwhelming curses and hatred he had accumulated over the years, including the various evil deeds committed when China was destroyed.

The turmoil that swept the world decades ago, with its resulting resentment and slaughter, elevated it to an unimaginable level; or perhaps, he was one of the masterminds behind it all.

For their own strength.

Faced with an attack that could instantly annihilate an ordinary superhuman, Han Yun's eyes turned cold, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

He made a fist with his right hand, and a sound of water and dragon roar suddenly rang out. The divine weapon, a three-pointed double-edged sword, which was forged from the essence of the evil dragon of the Minjiang River and the wishes of the people to suppress the water, suddenly appeared in his hand!
The blade is dark silver with dragon patterns coiled around it, and its three sharp edges gleam coldly.

Han Yun didn't even use any fancy moves; he simply slashed forward!
"laugh--!"

A silver blade aura, condensed to its extreme and seemingly capable of separating the pure from the impure and severing rivers, burst forth!
Where the blade's energy passed, the surging, dark demonic wind seemed to have met its nemesis. The wailing phantom of the vengeful spirit instantly dissipated and was purified. The violent demonic wind was split in two and scattered to both sides, not even managing to touch the hem of Han Yun's clothes.

The blade's momentum was relentless, like a hot knife slicing through butter, silently grazing past the Great Tengu's side and the layers of palaces and pavilions behind it.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The next moment, the Great Tengu let out a painful groan as its right arm, which was holding the fan, was severed at the shoulder, and black blood gushed out.

What horrified it even more was that it sensed a sharp Daoist aura that could extinguish life and tear apart the soul lingering in the wound, frantically hindering its self-healing.

Behind it, the core palace complex of Takamagahara, which had undergone countless reinforcements, revealed a straight, smooth cross-section.

The palace above slowly slid down along the cut surface, with a continuous rumbling sound of collapse. Sunlight shone through the huge gap that had been cut open, shining into the gloomy purification hall and reflecting the dust flying everywhere.

With a single strike, mountains were cleaved and seas were severed, and palaces were split in two!
"Ugh... Damn it!"

The Great Tengu was both shocked and furious, and could no longer maintain any dignity. Its remaining body swelled violently in pain and rage, and its demonic energy exploded, completely revealing its true form as a Great Tengu with a red face, long nose, and black wings on its back.

Suddenly, his body grew taller and swelled, tearing his originally well-fitting pure white priest's robes and revealing his bluish-black skin and bulging muscles.

A blood-red face was twisted and deformed, with a nose as high as an eagle's beak and eyes as wide as copper bells, radiating a violent red light.

Her neatly combed hair transformed into wildly flying white hair, and a huge round fan appeared in her hand at some unknown time. The fan ribs were as white as bone, and the fan surface was as black as ink, surrounded by an ominous demonic wind.

The great tengu suddenly slammed his fist into his chest, spitting out a mouthful of primordial blood, while simultaneously hissing and chanting a sacrificial incantation in ancient neon language.

"Royal Ancestral Spirit, Guardian Treasure of the Nation, Hear My Prayer and Display Your Divine Power!"

As it chanted and offered its essence and blood, deep within the purification hall, two vast, ancient auras, imbued with the aspirations of all living beings in the neon-lit nation, suddenly awakened!
A beam of light, clear as a spring and gentle as the moon, rose first, transforming into the phantom of an ancient bronze mirror. The frame was engraved with patterns symbolizing the sun's rays, and the mirror surface rippled like water, reflecting all things.

It is the Yata no Kagami, one of the Three Sacred Treasures!

Immediately afterwards, a warm, peaceful, and vibrant emerald-green light emerged, condensing into a magatama-shaped phantom, with a halo of light flowing within it, endlessly regenerating.

It is the Yasakani no Magatama, one of the Three Sacred Treasures!

Two relics from the Age of Gods are placed on either side of the Great Tengu's wings. The Yata no Kagami symbolizes wisdom and the incarnation of a god, and is said to have been used to lure out the hiding Amaterasu. The Yasakani no Magatama symbolizes imperial authority and represents a covenant with the gods.

Its true function has never been known to outsiders, especially since it has become a special "national treasure" in a certain sense after being worshipped and sacrificed in Japan for thousands of years!
(End of this chapter)