Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Records exist in ancient books of Kyushu.

Beyond the East China Sea, there is an island suspended above the sunrise.

Its land is narrow and plagued by miasma; its people fear ghosts and revere demons; its mountains and rivers are not governed by the orthodox energy of the Nine Provinces.

Furthermore, an evil god dwells there, feeding on blood and offering sacrifices, claiming to be eight million gods.

In the mouths of cultivators in Kyushu, this place is called Dongying Island.

Although it's called an island, its actual geographical area is quite large.

The island is home to a kingdom of ordinary people, where the shogun holds military power, daimyo rule various regions, ronin roam freely, and pirates frequently appear.

They do not practice the righteous laws of the Nine Provinces, nor do they worship the righteous gods of heaven and earth.

So-called gods are mostly just demons and monsters wearing a veneer of incense offerings.

Fox spirits in the mountains, water ghosts in the rivers, vengeful spirits at the bottom of wells, and evil ghosts in temples can all claim to be gods.

Above these "gods" is a true great demon king.

Yamata no Orochi, a great demon king in the late Nascent Soul stage, has eight heads and eight tails. He is revered as a supreme deity by countless evil cultivators, demons, and Onmyoji of the Shogunate on the island of Japan.

The annual sacrifice of young boys and girls, and the continuous blood offerings, are precisely the goals of Gu Changjin's journey.

Before heading to the Japanese islands, Gu Changjin first digested the gains he had made along the way over the past few days.

He devoured all the innate spiritual treasures secretly left behind by the Qiyun Sect in the territories of these great demon kings in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.

In addition to what he had accumulated before, the amount of Dao Yuan he possessed had reached an astonishing level.

Six hundred strands.

Gu Changjin couldn't help but sigh.

This world of Kyushu is truly fertile.

Qi Yunpai are truly good people.

We planted the rice for him in advance, so he could eat it as soon as it was ripe.

All six hundred strands belong to the Dao Yuan; there's no need to hold onto them all.

Keep a portion for emergencies.

The rest, of course, will fall on their own bodies.

Three hundred strands of primordial energy were channeled into the body of the Bashe demon.

At that moment, deep in the East China Sea, a giant black and gold python coiled on the seabed.

The boundless sea was pressed down by its aura.

Strands of Dao Yuan merged into the scales, bones, flesh, and demon core.

The seal of the Bashe resounded.

The enormous snake body swelled up again.

Three thousand feet.

Five thousand feet.

Eight thousand feet.

Finally, it approached ten thousand feet.

A single scale resembles a giant black-gold rock, and a section of the snake's body lies across the sea like a mountain range submerged underwater.

Gu Changjin's cultivation level has also stabilized at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

At that moment, he swam lightly, yet caused undercurrents to rise in the vast sea.

Countless fish demons and sea monsters were so frightened that they lay paralyzed on the seabed, not even daring to flee.

Gu Changjin looked down at his enormous demonic body.

very satisfied.

The ten-thousand-foot-long Bashe (a mythical snake).

Now that's more like an ancient mythical beast.

……

The southern coast of Dongying Island.

evening.

A ronin named Goku was carrying a bag of valuables he had stolen from a Kyushu merchant ship, and he was staggering home.

He had a curved knife hanging at his waist, his face reeked of alcohol, and several accomplices followed behind him.

"We were lucky this time."

Wu Ke patted the pouch of spirit stones in his arms and grinned, "Those merchants from Kyushu are stupid. They even have some kind of peace charm on their ships."

"Peaceful? Haha, we wiped them out completely."

The ronin next to him also burst into laughter.

"When I get back, I need to go to the Yamata no Ootengu Shrine to offer my prayers."

"If it weren't for divine intervention, how could things have gone so smoothly for us?"

Wu Ke nodded, his expression full of piety.

"right."

"I'll go offer incense tomorrow."

"If the great god is pleased, he might even reward us with a few women."

The group disembarked and walked along the coast toward the town.

As they walked, Wu Ke suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why is it so dark?

Isn't it only evening now?

The sun hasn't completely set yet, has it?

He subconsciously looked up, then froze on the spot.

"Baka...ga"

The last word stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter it.

Because he saw a snake, an incomprehensibly large black and gold serpent, coiled above the island of Japan.

The massive, serpentine body pressed down on the sea of ​​clouds, coiling in circles and almost completely obscuring the setting sun.

The sun was blocked behind its massive body, leaving only a dark red halo that peeked through the edges of its scales.

Like a blood-red sun that has been half-swallowed by a giant beast.

The giant snake lowered its head.

One eye, and it's like a blood moon hanging in the sky.

It overlooks the entire island of Japan with a cold, dark, and indifferent gaze.

Wu Ke's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, scattering his valuables all over the floor.

His accomplices were even worse; some wet their pants on the spot, some drew their knives but dropped them, and others started kowtowing frantically.

"Is that Orochi? This...this..."

"Has the master gotten angry?"

"No...it's not Orochi!"

"The Eight-Headed Serpent God isn't that big!"

The entire island of Japan was bombed.

The fox demon in the mountains emerged from its cave, glanced at the sky, and its tail bristled with fear.

The water ghost in the river had just surfaced when it sank back to the bottom with a "plop".

In temples across the land, the demons and monsters that usually swaggered around, collecting incense and blood offerings, were trembling like leaves.

"What is this?"

"The demon immortals of the Nine Provinces have attacked?"

"Wait a minute! Even demons and immortals aren't this scary!"

"Quickly! Go and invite the Yamata no Okami!"

"Awaken the God!"

Countless heretical practitioners and Yin-Yang masters rushed towards the altar like madmen.

Black smoke billowed into the sky, the blood sacrifice began.

The evil statues in the temples glowed with bloody light, attempting to send messages deep into the island's depths.

But they didn't know that.

Deep beneath the island, the great god Yamata no Orochi awoke even earlier than they did.

Beneath the island of Toyo, there lies a vast, dark water vein.

Water veins run through the bottom of the island, connecting it to the surrounding seas.

The Yamata no Orochi usually hides here and sleeps, enjoying the incense and blood offerings from the entire island.

It has eight heads and eight tails, and each snake head has a different ferocious bony horn.

In the past, it could cause the Japanese islands to shake with just a slight turn.

But today, as soon as it opened its eyes from its slumber, all eight of its heads froze simultaneously.

The aura above was terrifying; it was more than just a demon immortal.

It's more like some primordial alien species whose bloodline is many times higher than its own.

As soon as that ferocious, devouring power descended, the thoughts in its eight heads were surprisingly in unison.

run.

We have to run.

What Japan?

What Orochi?

What are incense offerings and blood offerings?

I don't want any of them.

This place is no longer safe to stay.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Yamata no Orochi swam wildly along the water veins at the bottom of the island, trying to escape into the deep sea via the underground river.

Once it enters the sea, it has eight lives and eight paths.

They always manage to escape one.

It swam faster and faster.

The sea ahead grew deeper and darker.

Just as the Yamata no Orochi breathed a sigh of relief, it suddenly realized something was wrong.

It was too dark all around.

It's not the black of the deep sea.

It is a blackness that swallows up even spiritual light, divine consciousness, and demonic energy.

Its eight heads rose up at the same time.

In the dark, deep sea, a pair of blood-red, vertical pupils slowly opened.

Those eyes are too big.

For the first time, the Yamata no Orochi felt that its thousand-foot-tall demonic body resembled a newborn snake.

The black and gold scales slowly unfurled in the deep sea.

The enormous serpent had unknowingly coiled itself around its escape route.

Gu Changjin looked down at it.

Like an adult looking down at a child who has run away.

The next moment, a deep voice echoed across the entire seabed.

"Little snake."

"Where are we going?"