I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Huang praised without the slightest hesitation.

If he weren't so illiterate that he couldn't utter phrases like "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent," he would have already memorized all the descriptions of women throughout five thousand years of history!

However, the girl clearly didn't have many demands.

Even the simplest praise is the most beautiful praise in the world if it comes from your beloved.

So, with a bright smile, she stood on tiptoe again and intimately told the other person about her joy and love.

This time it lasted longer.

As their lips parted, both of them couldn't help but pant slightly.

Quan was no exception; her cheeks, which had previously flushed, had now turned into bright red little apples.

"Oh, it'll be dawn soon, let's go see the stars."

In her panic, she didn't dare to look directly at her beloved. She quickly made an excuse and tried to leave the atmosphere she had created.

However, the man did not do as she wished.

After pulling his flustered lover, who looked like a little rabbit, back into his arms, he raised his finger and casually lifted the girl's delicate chin.

"The stars are nowhere near as beautiful as you."

As he spoke, he sealed the girl's thin lips again.

Chapter 713 The Eternally Dark Itsukushima, I am not a god.

That night,

Heiankyo, Itsukushima Shrine.

The large strings clang loudly, the small strings murmur softly, summoning the music of daytime to rise mournfully in the hopeless, endless night.

The complex and varied melodies emanated from the player's heart, and the profound emotions even seemed to soften the darkness that shrouded the sky.

Under this rare glimmer of sunlight, the hordes of monsters that had been advancing from all directions temporarily halted their advance, and a profound sense of human-like fear appeared on the faces of these blue-faced, fanged creatures.

However, this visual effect of the clouds parting to reveal the clear sky was quickly suppressed by an even more powerful force.

The pitch-black curtain, like a giant hand that blots out the sky and the moon, casually extinguished the sliver of light that had just peeked out, and a terrifying eye filled with scarlet blood vessels suddenly appeared in the black curtain on the horizon.

It is like a demon god from hell, overlooking its own hunting ground.

Moreover, just as this eerie demonic eye manifested in the sky, the ghosts and monsters on the ground, whose movements had stiffened and whose faces showed fear just a second ago, suddenly became as if they had been injected with chicken blood and gradually began to riot.

A frenzied, crimson light burst forth from their demonic eyes, and in the next second, they fearlessly surged toward the altar in their field of vision.

That place was the last place on this land where the scent of living people still lingered, and also the last factor in their instincts that could bring them destruction.

The closing of the sky curtain revealed a distinct sense of sorrow on the face of the musician holding the pipa.

But she didn't stop.

Her slender fingers continued to pluck the cold, sharp strings.

Because it is clear that,

The lives of his clansmen, the hope of Itsukushima, and the problems of the past all rest on his shoulders.

Therefore, she absolutely cannot stop!

Even as the darkness from the sky grew ever more intense,

Even though my fingertips were cut by the sharp strings,

Despite the blood seeping out and the pain radiating from her fingers, she didn't stop!

We vow to bring forth the daylight that will bring hope to this land!

just,

But how is she supposed to continue playing once the string breaks?

Seeing the broken string and the blood seeping from the fingertips, he was immediately stunned.

However, the overwhelming majesty from the sky gave her no time to be stunned, and it slammed her to the ground. The broken-stringed pipa she was holding also fell to the ground with a thud and slid several meters across the altar.

It was the dull, resonant sound of the pipa falling to the ground that reached his ears and the pipa that came into his sight that rekindled his obsession.

Can't,

No.

I can't stop yet!!

With unwavering resolve, like plants that stand tall even amidst a raging storm, she reached out her arms, wanting to bring the musical instrument within sight back into her embrace.

However, the relentless battles with ghosts and monsters over the months had already completely exhausted his physical strength.

In addition, the oppressive force emanating from the sky was like an invisible Five Finger Mountain, firmly suppressing it on the altar.

Therefore, no matter how much she mobilized the strength in her body, no matter how hard she tried to reach out her bloodied fingers towards the pipa that was so close, she was always just a little short, always just a little short!

As they ventured further away, the howls of the evil spirits grew clearer, while the desperate fighting of their people grew weaker.

Not yet.

She cannot stop here yet!

Finally, with all her might, Yin's fingers touched the edge of the pipa. But as she tried to pull it back to her, the weak strength of her fingers accidentally pushed it even further away.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, the girl's pupils gradually dilated, and the emotion in her eyes became increasingly desperate.

Why, why did things turn out this way?

Why did the gods have to bestow such a calamity upon me?!

She didn't understand.

She really doesn't understand.

In these decades of continuous darkness, her prayer music has been played thousands of times, but why does the god not care about his believer at all?

"Please, please, Your Majesty the Gods."

"Please let Itsukushima regain its light!!"

The voice, prostrate on the altar, offered a humble and devout prayer.

But there is no response, and there will be no response.

This world has been blocked by the evil spirit, Night Desolate Soul.

Moreover, the so-called Itsukushima,

It really is just a very small island, and the number of humans living on it now is probably less than a hundred.

Gradually, the girl, having released her despair, stopped praying. She bit her lower lip and continued to reach for the pipa in her field of vision.

Even though she was under unimaginable pressure, and even though she didn't know if she could continue playing.

But the joy of prayer is their final hope.

But just then, just as the bleeding fingertips were about to touch the broken-stringed pipa again, a bright blue light suddenly flashed from the altar beneath him.

However, this unusual situation did not attract the girl's attention.

At this moment, her eyes were fixed only on the pipa so close to her, the only hope she knew!

'Snapped. '

This time, she gripped the instrument that had rolled to the side tightly in her hand, a force that inexplicably rose within her body—or, to be more precise, was suddenly released.

Reaching the sound of the pipa, she sat up naturally under the sudden release of power, and tightly hugged the object she regarded as her only hope.

But how do I play it next?

The broken string was like an ugly scar across the instrument, so shocking to behold.

However, at that moment, a long, calloused hand landed on her bewildered, downcast eyes.

There was no sound.

There was no excessive reaction.

The girl, her expression numb and sorrowful, raised her gaze as she followed the unfamiliar hand that was extended into her eyes.

Before her eyes was a young man she had never seen before.

He had short black hair unlike any of his family's, deep eyes as dark as the night, and a powerful aura that seemed to carry the entire blue sky on his back!

Only then did Yin suddenly realize that the reason she was able to regain control of her body was because the other party had blocked the vast ghostly energy pouring down from the dark sky behind her!

"Excuse me, are you... are you a deity?"

Looking at this unfamiliar presence so close at hand, the girl did not offer her delicate hands that were holding the pipa. Instead, she stared blankly and asked a question.

Her voice was very soft and gentle, like a candle flame in the wind, which would flicker and go out with the slightest breeze.

Since then,

Yin will always remember the day they first met.

He descended like a god, yet spoke words of utter contempt for gods with utter disdain.

"God?"

"I am not a god."

"However, I can help you save this island."

Yin will always remember that name.

The name of the benefactor who pulled him out of despair:

Uchiha Ara.

He, though he claims, is not a god.

But what he did was no different from what a god did.

After pulling the girl up from the altar, a faint green light emanated from Huang's hand and quickly healed the girl's fingertips that had been cut by the zither strings.

Then, he walked up the long stone steps of the altar and gazed into the depths of the night.