Sorry, you scumbag woman, you can do whatever you want.

"What if we could obtain this weapon directly from the future?" Yukari Yakumo suddenly spoke up, her voice calm as the gods commented, "After creating this weapon, what if the most impossible being to capture it hid the holy sword, waiting five hundred years later... to hand it over to a hero who can travel back in time?"

"I think I've heard something very interesting." Gaia smiled gently. "Are you sure there's a hero who can travel back from five hundred years in the future?"

"She wasn't lying." Guanyin said softly, using some kind of supernatural power to confirm that Yakumo Yukari was lying.

“If it spans five hundred years, there is indeed ample time to create a weapon to kill an evil god,” Zeus replied.

The other gods also joined the discussion. They did not immediately decide to create the holy sword, but instead studied many options and formulated various plans.

And the Holy Sword is merely... a backup plan.

at the same time.

Moon.

"..." The evil god looked up at the Earth in the sky, waved his hand gently, and the silver sphere in outer space began to turn into meteorites and fall.

Then, it fell to... India, transformed into a silver giant, and began to fight against the gods on Earth.

Wherever it went, gods fell.

Chapter 152

God, this time you have been defeated.

God is dead.

The demon was destroyed.

A mysterious era, an era belonging to Asuras and demons, was trampled underfoot by a silver giant.

The invincible God-King roared, but was easily killed with a single slap. The undefeated God of War wielded his invincible blade, but could not cleave through the silver giant's defenses. Even the gathering of millions of divine soldiers and heroes were trampled to death like ants.

The beautiful goddess's pleas, the stunning beauty's tears, and the flawless princess's self-sacrifice could not stop the giant.

"It's just a clone, yet it can do this much."

On the scorched earth, the three-eyed, four-armed god looked at the towering silver giant with a bitter and powerless smile.

This was far stronger than he had anticipated. Even with the combined power of the entire pantheon, they couldn't defeat a mere clone.

It's too powerful, and too unsolvable.

"Shiva, your...power is very strong." The silver giant lowered his head, looking at Shiva who had fought all this time, and answered in a cold voice, "Choose, become my servant, or be killed by me."

"Are your followers puppets to be controlled by you?" Shiva asked, and the silver giant nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I am the God of Destruction, how could I become someone else's puppet!" Shiva laughed, assuming an attack stance. "Evil God, have you ever seen... the Dance of Annihilation?"

"..." The silver giant did not speak, and attacked without hesitation, while Shiva also began his world-destroying dance.

They began to burn their lives.

And at the same time.

Brahma, the god of creation, led the remaining members of his pantheon as they fled into the cold, dark starry sky.

This planet is destined to become the garden of evil gods. Both Brahma, the creator god who fled, and Shiva, who fought to the death to buy time, understand this principle, unless, five hundred years later... someone really delivers the holy sword.

Otherwise, the evil god would surely turn the earth into his private garden.

after an hour.

The silver giant left India for the next pantheon, while Shiva had died. He stood on the ground that had turned into lava, his body carbonized and gradually turning to ashes and disappearing.

He had burned himself out and was dead.

However, the silver giant was unharmed. Despite taking Shiva's world-destroying dance head-on, his aura did not weaken in the slightest.

Rather, we should say we become stronger.

……

……

Five hundred years later.

Kagome climbed out of her family's ancient well and arrived outside the shrine. She was confused and somewhat at a loss. Lady Yakumo Yukari asked her to return to the modern world to find the holy sword that would kill the evil god.

However, she had no clue how to even begin to figure it out.

First of all, directly asking someone is absolutely not allowed. If the Honkai finds out, she will be eliminated if she leaves.

However, without the option to inquire, how could she possibly find someone with absolute concealment abilities to safeguard the Holy Sword?

Unless the being who keeps the holy sword knows that she can travel back five hundred years and comes to find her.

Otherwise, there's simply no way to find a solution.

"Sigh, what should I do?" she sighed, deciding to go home first to let her mother and grandfather know she was safe.

However, after entering the house...

"You're back?" The shrine maiden, Maple, sat gracefully in her room, offering her a gentle smile.

Beside her, Kagome's mother was making tea for Maple.

"Lord Feng, you've arrived." Kagome was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized that Lord Feng might know the whereabouts of the Holy Sword.

"You've worked hard, Kagome." Kaede smiled, her eyes lowered. "Traveling between two eras must be tiring."

"No, not really. Five hundred years ago was also very interesting." Kagome replied, gently scratching her cheek.

The Feng standing before her was incredibly mature and elegant, like a polished piece of jade, making one wonder if Lord Feng and the young Feng from five hundred years ago were the same person—the difference was simply too great.

They can't be described as similar; they're more like...completely unrelated.

"Come and sit down first," the lady who was making tea said, putting down the teapot and beckoning to her daughter.

After sitting down at the tea table, Kagome took the tea her mother offered, took a small sip, and was about to tell her mother about her experiences five hundred years ago.

However, Mrs. Higurashi stood up, put her finger to her lips, winked playfully, and then left the living room.

They chose to leave the space to their daughter and Feng.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your mother-daughter reunion." Feng sighed softly, realizing the reason for Mrs. Higurashi's departure and also sensing Higurashi Kagome's reluctance to leave.

"It's alright, it's nothing." Kagome Higurashi shook her head and said this, but Kaede shook her head as well.

"You...you've come to find the Holy Sword, haven't you?" she asked with absolute certainty.

"Lord Kaede, how did you know?" Kagome asked, her voice filled with hope, wanting to obtain the holy sword from Kaede and go back in time to defeat the evil god.

However, Feng seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and gently shook his head, thus stating, "The Holy Sword is not in my hands."

She glanced at Kagome's somewhat disappointed expression and chuckled softly.

"But I believe he will come looking for you."

"Really? That's good." Kagome breathed a sigh of relief, but then Kaede added a sentence that chilled her to the bone.

"If he appears, the Collapsed Apostle of the End will surely appear as well."

"Have I... been exposed?" Kagome swallowed hard, her breathing a little erratic, but she wasn't surprised.

After all, Honkai always gave her the impression of being omnipotent.

"Yes, it's just unclear why the Honkai didn't take action," Feng replied. "However, after the Holy Sword appeared, the Honkai couldn't simply ignore it."

At this point, she smiled slightly at Kagome.

“Send your families on a long journey, for this place will surely become a battlefield.”

"I understand." Kagome lowered her head, her voice very soft. It was not her wish to involve her family, but if she did not do so, her whole family would die.

Everyone must die.

"I'm sorry for making you bear so much." Feng sighed guiltily. She was no different from five hundred years ago, except that she had a stronger backing and had lived longer.

It's impossible to change the fate that Kagome has been written into.

Kagome, however, didn't seem to care much about this. Instead, she chatted with Kaede for a long time, telling her some interesting stories from five hundred years ago.

Kaede listened to Kagome's story with a smile on her face until she heard Mebius say that he had less than a year to live and wanted to have offspring with Kikyo. Her expression turned strange.

I wonder what choice Kikyo will make this time.

……

……

at the same time.

Inside a run-down bar in Tokyo.

This is a place where non-human beings gather, mostly weak monsters and fallen gods.

And at this time.

In the corner, there was a emaciated monster, completely bald, with cloudy eyes, and his hand holding the wine glass was trembling.

It had a weak aura, yet possessed a strong sense of decay.

"Nurarihyon, if you drink any more, you're going to die." A girl walked over and placed a glass of beer on the table.