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

Chapter 277 Toyotomi no Gohime, Mount Tai Sacrifice
Qu Tong watched as Tamamo-no-Mae struggled miserably amidst the lightning, fire, and soul-wrenching pain, a smile of complete control playing on her lips.

She gently raised her hand, and the torment that originated from the depths of her soul receded like the tide.

Only Tamamo-no-Mae remained paralyzed in the cage, panting heavily, her crimson eyes filled with pain, resentment, and a hint of barely concealed fear.

“It seems,” Qu Tong’s voice carried a hint of pleasant languor, “that we can have a proper talk now.”

Tamamo-no-Mae remained silent for a moment within the cage, then a slow, flowing pink aura emanated from her body. Amidst the swirling light, her enormous fox-like form gradually shrank and deformed.

A moment later, the light faded, and a stunningly beautiful woman appeared in the cage.

She was tall and graceful, with skin as white as snow, smooth and delicate as the finest mutton fat jade, and faintly glowing with a healthy rosy blush.

Her face was a masterpiece of nature, with long, narrow, and upturned eyebrows that naturally exuded a captivating charm, while a touch of crimson at the corner of her eyes added an extra touch of eerie allure.

Her nose was high and straight, and her lips were full like blooming roses, naturally beautiful without any makeup.

Her once magnificent cheongsam had been damaged in the previous battle and her revelation. Now, her body was only covered by a dense, almost tangible pink aura, which concealed her prominent breasts and lower waist, making them appear and disappear, which only fueled her imagination.

Her long neck, delicate collarbone, flat stomach, and straight legs were all exquisitely beautiful, as if they embodied all the world's perfect imagination of the female body.

Only her slender wrists and delicate ankles, still bound by those dark, cold, specially made shackles, reminded her of her status as a prisoner.

Behind her shapely figure, five large, fluffy, gold and white fox tails swayed gently, each subtle movement exuding a natural allure and charm.

Even Qu Tong, a woman with a strong will, couldn't help but feel a hint of amazement when she saw Tamamo-no-Mae in her complete form.

At the same time, she sighed inwardly, "She really is a femme fatale. Her ability to bewitch people is truly ingrained in her bones."

Tamamo-no-Mae stepped barefoot onto the cold, specially made magical ground, moving lightly forward a few steps to the edge of the cage, the shackles clanging crisply as she moved.

She met Qu Tong's gaze through the thick fence, and in those red eyes that had regained some of their luster, coldness replaced the previous pain and chaos.

There is an old saying in China.

Tamamo-no-Mae spoke, her voice carrying a unique allure that captivated the heart: "It's called 'When you're under someone's roof, you have no choice but to bow your head.'"

She slightly raised her chin, revealing her beautifully shaped neck: "Then let's talk. What are your conditions?"

Qu Tong seemed quite satisfied with her cooperation, put her hands back into the pockets of her white coat, and said leisurely, "My conditions are very simple. I will use my resources and means to completely heal your injuries and help you restore your complete Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox form."

Upon hearing this, Tamamo-no-Mae's icy expression froze instantly, replaced by utter shock and disbelief.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and even the five fox tails swaying behind her froze for a moment.

"Restore the Nine-Tails?"

Her voice trembled slightly: "Do you know how many years and how much effort I spent repairing a broken tail?"

"Thousands of years have passed, and we still haven't succeeded. How dare you, a mere human descendant, presume to help me restore my Nine-Tailed True Form?"

She was filled with deep doubt, as if she had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

Despite her doubts, Qu Tong remained calm, but her eyes revealed a strong sense of confidence.

"Since I dared to make this offer, I must have some confidence. You should be able to sense that the methods I used to stabilize your injuries were beyond the capabilities of ordinary superhumans."

She paused, then looked sharply at Tamamo-no-Mae: "So? Do you accept this deal?"

Tamamo-no-Mae fell silent. The temptation of regaining the Nine-Tails' true form and returning to the peak power of ancient times was too great for her, so great that it was enough for her to suppress all her pride, resentment, and vigilance.

Her mind raced as she quickly weighed the pros and cons.

"In any case, let's agree to it first. Healing and recovery are always tangible benefits. As for restoring the Nine-Tails, if she really has that ability, it would be an incredible opportunity."

"If it's a lie, I can wait until my injuries have healed somewhat before seeking an opportunity to escape. I have a thousand years of accumulated knowledge; if I can buy some time, I might be able to find a way to break the soul seal..."

Having thought this through, Tamamo-no-Mae had already made up her mind.

Even though it was honey coated with deadly poison, the taste of that "honey" was so sweet that she was willing to risk it and taste it.

Qu Tong looked at the silent Tamamo-no-Mae and sneered inwardly: "As long as you continue to accept my help during the treatment, I can use those nails in your soul as a bridge to subtly erode your will and modify your cognition with my double-handed methods."

"The day your nine tails are restored will be the day you become my most loyal servant. The power of a fully-formed ancient demon is worth any risk I take."

Their eyes met again, each harboring their own secrets, yet outwardly reaching a consensus.

The icy expression on Tamamo-no-Mae's face melted away like spring snow, and a bewitching smile that could outshine all the flowers bloomed on her face, as if the struggle and pain she had just endured had never happened.

She gently twirled a strand of her hair with her fingertips, her voice soft and alluring:

"Since you are so sincere, how could I refuse? I agree to your terms."

Qu Tong also gave a formulaic yet meaningful smile: "Very good, then, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

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Late at night, Mount Tai, Jade Emperor Peak.

All was silent; the moonlight was swallowed by thick, dark clouds, with only the mountain wind howling, sweeping over the stone steps and ancient pines that had been silent for a thousand years.

A slender figure stood silently in the center of the mountain peak, looking down at the vast sea of ​​clouds shrouded in darkness below.

She was dressed in an elaborate and ancient shrine maiden's robe, white as snow and crimson trousers as blood, fluttering in the whistling mountain wind. In her hand she held an exquisite Kagura bell, its surface carved with intricate patterns of spider lilies.

Her face was extremely delicate, like a porcelain doll meticulously crafted by an artisan; pale and bloodless.

However, this exquisite detail exudes an unsettling stillness and coldness, as if it were not a living person, but a corpse given a beautiful appearance.

She was the only remaining priestess among the twelve divine masters, besides Tamamo-no-Mae.

She slowly raised her empty eyes, gazing eastward towards the island. Her lips moved, her voice barely audible, yet carrying a chilling edge.

“Father, this is the land of China that you have longed to conquer and dream of. I have finally set foot here.”

She slightly raised her arms, as if to embrace this majestic landscape, her tone suddenly becoming sharp and venomous:

"I will surely make this land fall under your iron hooves, to comfort your spirit in heaven!" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly flipped her right hand, and a strangely shaped black knife that gleamed with an eerie light appeared in her palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, she slashed it hard across her left palm.

The expected bright red blood did not appear; instead, a viscous, dark, almost inky black liquid flowed out.

The blood exuded a strong, sinister aura, as if it contained all the resentment and venom in the world. As this eerie black blood continued to flow, her body began to undergo terrifying changes.

The skin, which was originally as smooth as a porcelain doll's, twitched violently, shrank, and quickly lost its luster.

Her full cheeks sunken, and her bright eyes lost their last sparkle. Her whole body seemed to have been instantly drained of all life and moisture, rapidly withering and shrinking.

The thick, black blood flowed more and more, meandering and spreading on the ground, while her original body, like a discarded human skin, lay limp and dejected on the ground, having lost all support.

In the end, all the black blood coalesced into a bizarre, writhing mass that exuded an ominous aura.

The once beautiful "human skin" was carelessly discarded next to the blood clot, creating a bizarre and inexplicable scene.

Immediately afterwards, the black blood seemed to come alive and began to flow on its own, outlining complex and twisted patterns on the ground.

These patterns blend neon yin-yang magic talismans with some extremely ancient sacrificial rituals.

The witch's inhuman, eerie voice echoed across the empty mountaintop, chanting forbidden yin-yang incantations:
"The Yellow Springs are filthy, the Underworld is wide open... The filthy soil of Qilu can penetrate the barriers of the Nine Netherworlds... With my body as the bridge, with my blood as the sacrifice... I will shake the weight of Mount Tai, and respectfully invite the gates of Luo Feng... to open!"

As the incantation was chanted, the black blood patterns on the ground suddenly lit up with a dark light, rapidly spreading and intertwining, eventually forming a huge, ferocious, and eerie image at the summit of Mount Tai.

Rashomon!
The door in the image is several meters high, the doorposts are twisted like struggling skeletons, and the door panels are carved with the faces of countless agonizing and wailing ghosts, as well as the images of demons and ghosts that linger on the boundary between Yin and Yang in Japanese legends.

The entire image exudes a strong aura of death and misfortune, as if it truly connects to the underworld.

In the center of the Rashomon image, the deepest darkness begins to rotate, forming a slowly expanding vortex.

Deep within the vortex, the faint sounds of wailing ghosts and dragging chains could be heard, along with wisps of chilling innate malevolent energy emanating from it.

A portal that seemed to lead to the underworld was being forcibly pried open.

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In the shadows, at the Mount Tai monitoring station.

Using high-precision night vision equipment and energy sensors, everything that happens on the mountaintop is transmitted back in real time.

A young employee of NaDuTong stared at the bizarre scene on the screen, his face turning pale. He couldn't help but whisper, "Boss, are we just going to stand by and watch? Do nothing? If we wait any longer, that monster might really cause a huge mess!"

The middle-aged man next to him, with a sharp face and calm eyes, was the frontline commander of this operation.

The middle-aged man appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, his heart was in turmoil, and his palms were sweating.

He flicked the young man's forehead lightly and scolded him in a low voice, "What's the panic? Follow orders. No one is allowed to act rashly without orders from above!"

He pointed to the churning black blood and the gradually forming Rashomon vortex on the screen, his tone heavy, "In this situation, what good would it do if you rushed in? You wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth!"

The young man shrank back and said awkwardly, "I... I was just afraid of messing things up."

The middle-aged man stared intently at the screen, his voice even lower: "Just wait. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."

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The sky not far from Mount Tai.

Han Yun stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

He calmly gazed at the soaring deathly aura and the expanding Rashomon vortex atop Jade Emperor Peak, and spoke into the encrypted communicator in his hand:
"Yes, Chairman Zhao, I've arrived. Everything is under control, don't worry."

Headquarters and command center of Nadutong Company.

On the huge main screen, the terrifying view from the top of Mount Tai was being broadcast live.

The distorted Rashomon, the bottomless vortex radiating terrifying energy, sent a chill down the spines of all who witnessed it.

Zhao Fangxu gripped the communicator tightly, his eyes behind the lenses filled with worry. He couldn't help but confirm again:
"Chairman Han, according to the information we verified with the Old Celestial Master, what is suppressed beneath Mount Tai is the entrance to Mount Luofeng, which imprisons countless ancient war spirits and innate evil spirits, which are extremely ferocious."

"If this gate is truly opened completely, and evil energy surges forth, unleashing countless ghosts, can you really withstand it all by yourself?"

On the other end of the communicator, Han Yun's voice remained calm, even carrying a faint, detached smile:

"Demons and monsters are not worth mentioning."

His gaze pierced through the night, landing on the center of the ever-expanding, swirling vortex of the underworld. Through his third eye, he could see everything hidden behind it.

"Perfect, let's clean them all up at the same time."

Just as the Rashomon vortex continued to expand and a sinister aura surged forth like a tide, Han Yun's figure appeared silently in front of the twisted doorway, blocking the center of the vortex from the outside world.

In stark contrast to the surging deathly aura and the distorted skeletal reliefs surrounding him, his aura was clear and pure, as if he possessed a sanctuary of his own.

His expression was indifferent, his gaze calmly fixed on the writhing mass of black blood, and he slowly spoke:
"Maeda Gouki..."

He paused slightly, a hint of mockery in his voice, "No, perhaps I should call you—Toyotomi no Gohime."

Upon hearing this, the writhing mass of black blood abruptly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the blood rushed together and surged, quickly coalescing into a blurry female figure.

She seemed utterly shocked, her silhouette distorted by the intense emotions she was experiencing. A shrill, venomous voice rang out:

How do you know my background?

Her true identity, hidden for hundreds of years, has long been buried by the dust of history and deliberate concealment. How could this extraordinary person from China see through her at a glance?
Han Yun did not answer her question directly, but simply scrutinized her as if he were observing an interesting object.

Using blood mixed with fragments of one's own soul as a means of possession, constantly "possessing" the bodies of others as hosts in order to avoid death and prolong life, that's quite interesting.

(End of this chapter)