I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Guided by demonic power, the demonic sword, Manifestation, cleaved through space and landed steadily in Ara's palm.

However, the dark green blood that stained the blade was further evaporated as a result.

The faint smell of blood stimulated the nerves of everyone present who was sensitive.

Including Ara, who has fallen into a demonic state!!

This forbidden technique, which trades rationality for doubled power in a short period of time, has its consequences erupting more and more rapidly and uncontrollably as the user's strength increases and the number of times it is used increases!

“This coffin comes from the mysterious East,”

"Even I cannot see what kind of being is sealed inside."

"But one thing is certain: once it is born, it will inevitably disrupt the mysterious laws of a region!"

But it was precisely during this period when the desolation was becoming increasingly uncontrollable that...

The Underworld Lord Yama, who was on the opposite side, suddenly spoke up. It seemed that she had made some kind of decision the moment she saw the serpent, which was why she took the initiative to speak.

"East."

Huang softly repeated the words from the Lord of the Underworld.

The suppressed, dry voice didn't sound like that of a vibrant young man; it was more like that of a hoarse prisoner who hadn't had water in a long time.

In fact, at this moment, he was no different from a prisoner.

The continuously unleashed Eight Gates, the dark chakra constantly reshaping his body, and the terrifying state of mental derangement brought about by the Demon Transformation Technique—these terrifying forces are all shackles upon him!

However, these shackles impose pain that is difficult for ordinary people to bear.

Nothing could conceal the inexplicable tremor in his hoarse voice!

because,

The extremely vague term "East" in Enma's words...

In this regard,

Too enthusiastic!!

Chapter 729 Take me home, anyone who stands in my way, I will destroy their divine court!

The Lord of the Underworld noticed the unusual state of the young Onmyoji before him.

However, she subconsciously attributed it to the side effects of the secret technique used by the other party.

"Yes, the East."

"But even I don't know where the so-called 'East' is. I only know that it is a place that does not belong to this space, nor to this world."

"The term 'East' seems to be a predetermined law in the dark."

The words spoken by Enma were cryptic and mysterious.

It seems to point to a specific region, but when you actually try to explore and touch that region, it feels like a joke, an empty dream.

However, Huang lacks this kind of ethereal sense.

For a moment, he felt his soul vibrating, all the capillaries in his body constricting, and his reason, which should have been corrupted by the demon, became crystal clear.

Because of his reincarnation, he possesses the bloodline of the Uchiha clan.

but!

His spirit comes from the East.

That is his ultimate destiny!

Ara wondered if, a hundred years from now, his soul would not remain in the heavenly realm of the ninja world, nor come to the underworld of Heian-kyo, but would instead be drawn back to his homeland, a place to which he held an inescapable longing, by some predetermined force!

I never expected to encounter something from my hometown in such a place.

He gently stroked the surface of the coffin with his palm. There were traces of lightning strikes, but even more so, the marks of time.

What exactly did it go through to cross the river of time and space from the distant East to arrive at such a place?

"What do you know?"

Seeing the young Onmyoji's condition, Enma would be too foolish and unworthy to rule this land if she didn't understand something!

As he blurted out the question, Yu Zhi's eyes were filled with shock.

The mysterious ancient land, which even she felt was terrifying and impossible to explore further, was actually met with a sorrowful and nostalgic attitude from the other party!

Could it be! !

Suddenly, Enma thought of a possibility, a possibility that could silence it instantly.

In an extremely short time, he transformed from a frail boy who needed the support of shikigami to barely speak to himself, to someone who has now assembled a powerful team of yokai of his own, and is even capable of engaging in near-equal dialogue with himself!

in case,

If this guy is indeed from the East,

So all of this,

Does that mean we can match them up?

Huang did not answer, but continued to gently stroke the ancient coffin that had witnessed countless vicissitudes.

"The reason I was moved is because there is an extremely powerful obsession inside this coffin."

"An obsession far, far stronger than yours, Onmyoji!!"

The spider lilies on one side opened at the right time.

She made no attempt to hide anything, which was why she suddenly regretted sending the young Onmyoji off the Path of Fire and followed him.

An obsession far deeper than revenge.

What could it be?

Is it Shisui who desperately wants to be resurrected?

The words of the red spider lily deeply moved Huang.

He no longer cared about anything in the underworld; at this moment, he only wanted to explore this coffin, which shared the same origin as his, in his current strongest state!

As he finished thinking, Huang's gaze slowly drifted towards the half-open interior of the coffin.

Last time, he only lifted a corner of the coffin to explore inside, and he felt that his entire spiritual sea was about to explode and be torn apart, but this time he did not feel any strong resistance.

Perhaps it's because I'm not the same person I used to be.

Or perhaps it was the moment of confronting the Heavenly Dao that depleted its fundamental power of attitude.

In short, using the power of his Byakugan, Ara continued to descend, and descend further.

On that path, which seemed like a bottomless abyss, he saw two stiff corpses and an eye that resembled his own.

Such a 'gain' left him with heavy feelings.

The resurrection seems to be just a rumor.

However, both the corpse and the pupils remained incorruptible in the floating darkness.

This can be considered a consolation, at least.

We continued descending, not knowing how much time had passed or how much darkness we had traversed.

His gaze finally fell upon a place that resembled a starry sky.

It's called the starry sky, but it's really just a place that's brighter than the darkness before.

Here, it's like fire.

An invisible heat wave was pushing out in all directions.

And in the starry sky, at the very center of the heat source,

An unnamed woman dressed in red lay there quietly.

Her fair hands rested peacefully on her lower abdomen, her eyes were closed, and her long black hair cascaded down her body like a peacock's tail. Small bells tied with red ropes were tied to her bare ankles.

What does she look like?

I can't remember clearly.

Even though it's right in front of me, I can't firmly imprint its face in my mind.

It was as if some unspeakable law was constantly washing away his memory, preventing him from etching this beautiful, painting-like scene into his mind!

The only sense is,

The woman who has fallen into a deep sleep is beautiful.

It has a kind of classical Eastern beauty.

After finding no more useful information, Huang's spirit slowly retreated as his gaze lingered.

But what he didn't know was that,

What seemed like a single, fixed gaze was met with a long silence from the outside world, who remained unaware that blood was welling up in its eyes and flowing down its jaw into the dark coffin.

'clatter.'

A drop of bright red blood splattered onto the back of the woman's hand, which was folded over her lower abdomen. The bright red stain disappeared quickly, as if it had never existed.

But this detail, which Huang had not noticed, triggered a strange chain reaction just as he was about to leave the coffin!

'go home.'

Suddenly, a hollow sound rang out.

The voice seemed to come from a distant place spanning millions of years, indistinct and indistinguishable, to the point that Huang thought it was a hallucination, an illusion.

but,

But the voice rang out again:

"go home!"

This time, Huang heard it clearly, he really heard the words "go home".

And it wasn't just the words; the beautiful language buried deep in memory also resounded at this moment.