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

Chapter 254 Stripped of Divinity, Calamities Abound

A resolute glint flashed in Miketsu's eyes. She suddenly opened her arms wide, and divine light shone brightly around her.

The entire Fushimi Inari Shrine, and indeed all the shrines and torii gates in Kyoto that enshrine her, resonated together at this moment!
However, this change is completely undetectable to ordinary people; only those with supernatural abilities can perceive it.

"My myriad believers, heed the divine pronouncement! With your devout hearts, offer yourselves to Me—help Me to cleanse me of evil and protect the Kingdom of God!"

The ethereal and majestic divine voice echoed, and countless people who were praying or working felt a tremor in their hearts, and a strange sense of piety and dedication welled up.

A faint trace of willpower was forcibly extracted from the shrine. At the same time, a rich, colorful willpower of all beings emanated from the numerous statues and torii gates in the shrine, transcending space and converging towards Fushimi Inari Shrine.

In an instant, countless tiny colored lights seemed to light up the entire sky above Kyoto, like a reversed rain of stars, surging wildly into Miketsu's body!
Her aura surged at an astonishing speed, her magnificent divine robes fluttered and rustled without wind, and the rice stalk pattern on her forehead became as if cast in pure gold, shining brightly.

The immense power of all beings' wishes gathered behind her, faintly transforming into a huge, snow-white fox phantom with lively eyes—the manifestation of her divine messenger!
By gathering the collective will and power of the nation's believers, Miketsu temporarily possessed extraordinary power!
The original divine duties of Inari were related to agriculture and food. The name "Inari" itself is closely related to rice cultivation, meaning "the god of rice production".

She oversees the fertility of the land, the balance of sunshine and rain, ensuring a bountiful harvest of crops, especially rice, and all grains.

As time progressed, the divine role of Inari was extended, and Inari became the god who governs all food and is the foundation god who guarantees people's survival.

Later, as Japanese society transitioned from an agricultural economy to a commercial economy, the role of Inari, the god of "harvest" and "wealth," naturally expanded into the business realm. People prayed to Inari for blessings of prosperous business and abundant wealth.

And it is the most widely known.

Because Inari is believed to bring prosperity, her protection has expanded to various industries, handicrafts, and technical sectors. Craftsmen and artists also pray for Inari's blessings, hoping their skills will bring success and wealth.

As a powerful earth deity, Inari is also believed to protect families, ward off evil, and bring peace and security to homes.

Because of its widespread protective power, people also pray to Inari for various worldly wishes, such as traffic safety, passing exams, and good health, making it almost an "omnipotent" deity.

That's why there's such a vast and widespread faith, and it's precisely because of this that this unique deity was born and brought into the world.

"Divine Punishment: The Rebellion of Abundance!"

In Miketsuhime's hands appeared a bow and arrow symbolizing a bountiful harvest, carved with a fox holding a rice stalk in its mouth, the golden-feathered arrow imbued with boundless power of goodwill.

But the divine power within it was no longer a vibrant gold, but transformed into a dark, ashen arrow representing "crop failure" and "desolation."

She gave a sharp cry and released the bowstring. The gray arrow flew silently from the bow.

Wherever it passed, the wooden floors of the temple withered and rotted instantly, and even the air became deathly still, as if all life had been stripped away.

This was her ultimate strike, a desperate attempt to reverse the power of abundance and unleash her full potential.

She wanted to make this being, who was trying to take everything from her, taste the bitterness of decay.

Faced with this ferocious attack that gathered the power of millions of believers and reversed the tide of life, a faint interest finally flashed in Han Yun's eyes.

"That's interesting."

He did not use the three-pointed double-edged sword, but slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and bound thousands of forces formed a domain, which he gently pressed down on the surging gray tide.

"live."

Follow your words.

Without any earth-shattering collision, the dreary tide that was enough to make mountains and rivers lose their color and all things wither stopped abruptly when it touched the area three feet in front of Han Yun's palm, as if it had encountered an invisible dam.

Immediately afterwards, a pure, holy, vast, and infinitely vibrant Yang Daoist aura emanated from Han Yun's palm, transforming into a gentle yet irresistible radiance that enveloped him in the opposite direction.

Where the clear light passed, the gray and gloomy tides faded and dissipated as if purified, transforming back into pure particles of willpower, which were then assimilated and absorbed by the boundless vitality contained within the clear light.

Miketsu's desperate, all-out attack was so easily neutralized by Han Yun's casual press, failing to even cause a ripple before being completely neutralized.

"How can it be?!"

Miketsu was dumbfounded, feeling her own power pouring out like a flood but being easily absorbed by the other party. Her eyes were filled with despair and confusion.

Even with the combined power of the nation's believers, they couldn't harm the other side in the slightest.

"Although there are many aspirations, they are mixed and impure, and their foundation is weak."

Han Yun withdrew his hand as if he had done something insignificant, and commented, "Moreover, by reversing power, you have already damaged your own foundation, and you are merely at the end of your rope."

Without another word, he took a step forward and appeared in front of Miketsu.

Yuzanjin still wanted to resist, and her willpower surged again, but Han Yun gently touched her brow with a finger.

A shimmering light flowed from his fingertips, and Yuzuru suddenly felt her divine power freeze, even her thoughts becoming sluggish. She watched helplessly as Han Yun's palm covered the rice stalk divine mark on her forehead.

An irresistible force of separation, seemingly originating from the very source of heaven and earth, came forth!

"No...my authority...my existence..."

Miketsu let out a desperate wail. She could clearly feel that the abundant divinity that had coexisted with her for thousands of years and originated from the faith of all living beings was being forcibly extracted from the source of her divine soul.

Her stunningly beautiful face began to blur, her magnificent divine robes lost their luster, and her entire divine body, like a weathered sand sculpture, began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into the purest specks of willpower.

The core divine essence representing the authority of "abundance" was completely extracted by Han Yun.

A talisman, about the size of a fingernail, perfectly round, radiating a warm, gentle golden light and a rich life force, slowly took shape.

The talisman is naturally engraved with patterns representing harvest and nourishment, such as rice ears, rain and dew, and sunlight. It is mysterious and extraordinary, which is the "abundance" divine essence that has been tempered to the extreme!
These talismans are like a kind of concrete manifestation of the rules of heaven and earth, and are somewhat similar to some of the outlines in the Tongtian Talisman.

As the divine essence was fully formed, the last trace of Yujin's outline was extinguished like a candle in the wind, completely dissipating into the world.

This Inari god, who had been worshipped by the people of Japan for thousands of years, had his divine status shattered, his soul annihilated, and he ceased to exist.

Han Yun reached out and summoned the divine spark containing the essence of the "Abundance" authority into his palm. It trembled slightly and radiated a refreshing vitality.

He sensed it slightly and nodded in satisfaction.

"The quality is acceptable."

With a thought, he stored the divine essence in his inner space, placing it together with the three divine artifacts he had previously obtained, to be disposed of later.

After doing all this, Han Yun's gaze swept over the main hall of Fushimi Inari Shrine, which had instantly lost all its divine radiance and become utterly ordinary, as well as the thousands of torii gates outside that had also dimmed.

He could sense that within the Kyoto area of ​​Japan, those faith nodes that originally had a weak connection with Miketsu were being extinguished one by one.

Without the control of the divine core, these scattered wills will either gradually dissipate or give birth to new, weaker spirits—but that's a matter for later. Takamagahara's influence in Japan has now been completely eradicated.

The four guardian deities were all annihilated.

The three divine artifacts were now in his possession.

Han Yun didn't linger. His figure slowly faded, as if merging into the air, and disappeared into the shrine that had lost its deity.

A moment later, his figure appeared in the sky above the neon lights, looking down at this island nation whose fortunes were beginning to fluctuate and whose earth veins were beginning to groan due to the successive loss of top-level superhuman experts.

"Next, it's time to return to China."

He muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the west.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, his figure transforming into an invisible and intangible stream of light, instantly streaking across the sky and speeding towards the direction of Shenzhou.

The future of Japan is likely to be turbulent. The artifact that suppressed the ley lines has been lost, and the barriers and rituals used to pacify the ley lines in various places have been broken. In particular, the loss of the Yamata no Orochi, the purifier of the ley line's evil energy, will inevitably lead to unprecedented disasters.

In order to break the seal, Yamata no Orochi has been accumulating power, and has been devouring the ley lines of evil energy in the land of Japan.

Now that the Yamata no Orochi is dead, the earth's ley lines are no longer restrained and will naturally surge forth.

The extent of the backlash from the karmic energy of the earth veins is also closely related to population density, because once the population density increases, there will inevitably be real estate development, garbage disposal, emissions, and so on.

Moreover, in pursuit of development over the past few decades, Japan has been burying things and carelessly disposing of certain deadly substances, even dumping them into the sea.

This makes the accumulated karmic energy of the earth veins even more profound.

Everything is his own fault.

The ancient sages of China realized the principle of harmonious coexistence between man and nature thousands of years ago, but some people today still cannot understand this principle.

There's nothing more to it than "profit".

Moreover, Japan is a place that knows small manners but lacks righteousness, is concerned with trivial matters but lacks great virtue, values ​​minor details but disregards integrity and shame, fears power but does not cherish virtue, and where the strong are bound to be bandits and the weak to be subservient.
Heaven and Earth: Finally, I can teach you a lesson. Feel the pain!
How many floors do you have to carry a bag of rice up? (Feel the pain.) How many floors do you have to carry a bag of rice up? (Think about the pain.)

If you give too much rice (accept the pain), I'll wash the rice (understand the pain).

I washed so much mud off a bag of rice (people who don't understand pain), and that pile of black tiles, clods of earth (people who can't understand true peace)!
Three hours later.

Neon lights, Tokyo, Prime Minister's Official Residence.

Inside the hastily convened cabinet meeting room, the atmosphere was so tense it was almost palpable. The usually impeccably dressed and meticulous dignitaries were now mostly disheveled, sweat beading on their foreheads, and their faces betrayed undisguised panic.

"Report! A shallow earthquake measuring 7.8 on the Richter scale has been detected in the Kanto region. The epicenter is located in... an area where abnormal ground vibrations were previously observed! Buildings have collapsed and roads have broken in many places!"

"Report! Shizuoka Prefecture urgently reports that Mount Fuji... Mount Fuji is showing significant swelling, the snow on the summit is melting, and multiple fumaroles are unusually active. The volcanic eruption warning has been raised to the highest level!"

"Report! Sakurajima volcano in the Kyushu region has begun a small-scale eruption! Multiple areas in the Tohoku region, including Aomori and Iwate, have also reported perceptible earthquakes!"

"Report! Data from coastal monitoring stations indicates that due to drastic changes in the seabed crust, multiple tsunami waves are expected to hit the Pacific coast!"

Bad news came like snowflakes, each one enough to cripple the island nation, and now it came one after another.

On the huge electronic screen, red warning signs representing disasters spread across the national map like a plague, and piercing alarms blared incessantly.

"Baka! What on earth is going on?!"

A gray-haired cabinet minister slammed his fist on the table, his face ashen: "Where is the Meteorological Agency? Where is the Disaster Prevention Department? Why was there no warning?! This is dereliction of duty! This is a crime!"

The meteorological agency director, wiping away cold sweat, argued in a trembling voice, "Your Excellency, this...this disaster sequence completely defies known geological patterns. It's as if...as if underground forces were simultaneously detonated. Existing models simply cannot predict it..."

"Useless! All of you are useless!" another radical official roared. "This is not a simple natural disaster! It's a conspiracy! It's that Shenzhou... it must be their doing! Where is our Extraordinary Personnel Department? Where is Takamagahara? Are they all asleep?!"

Mentioning Takamagahara made the atmosphere in the meeting room even more eerie.

Some high-ranking officials who knew the inside story turned pale, their lips trembling, but they dared not utter a word. They had just received a vague but terrifying message from a secret channel: the Divine Court had been destroyed, the Grand Master had fallen, and the auras of several powerful Divine Lords had vanished.

Takamagahara is probably finished.

Having lost the pillar of strength in the world of supernatural beings, the Japanese leadership felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and fear in the face of this sudden, all-encompassing geological disaster, which could be described as a "national calamity."

The Prime Minister sat in the main seat, his face ashen, listening to the cacophony of arguments and finger-pointing, watching the red zone on the screen expand ever wider, and finally waved his hand weakly, his voice hoarse:
"Activate...the highest-level disaster response mechanism...go all out for disaster relief...request assistance from...the international community..."

His orders seemed so futile. Even if the entire nation's resources were exhausted, how much could be salvaged in the face of this catastrophe that felt like the collapse of heaven and earth?

Meanwhile, on the neon-lit streets.

The violent shaking caused the neon lights of Tokyo's bustling metropolis to flicker erratically, skyscrapers to sway like drunkards, and the sound of shattering glass to fill the air. People poured out of the buildings in terror, screaming and crying as they ran towards what appeared to be open spaces.

"Mommy mommy!"

"Run! To the park!"

"Help! The building is collapsing!"

Traffic was completely paralyzed, and the sounds of car horns, sirens, and people's cries mingled together, creating an apocalyptic symphony.

Cell phone signals are intermittent, and the internet is flooded with all sorts of confusing information and disturbing images and videos.

In the distance, the sky in the direction of Mount Fuji was tinged with an ominous dark red, and thick volcanic ash rose slowly into the air like a huge curtain. Even from a great distance, one could feel the suffocating sense of oppression.

Convenience store shelves were emptied of food and water, long lines formed in front of ATMs, and panic spread like a plague among the crowd. The normally orderly streets were now filled with despair and unease.

"God...please bless us..."

An old woman knelt on the swaying ground, praying towards the direction of the shrine, unaware that the god she worshipped had already fallen.

Shenzhou, the headquarters of Nadutong.

Zhao Fangxu stared at the briefing on the screen, which had been transmitted through special channels, about the full-blown geological disaster crisis in Japan, and remained silent for a long time.

He put down the briefing, walked to the window, looked at the bustling traffic and peaceful scene outside, and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a mix of emotions.

Although Han Yun's actions were ruthless, it is undeniable that this "cutting off the fuel supply" tactic greatly disrupted Takamagahara's plans and severely damaged his foundation.

(End of this chapter)