Crossover: Is this how it's sewn?

Chapter 73, Section 071: The Battle on the Moon

Appreciating what is considered Japan's national treasure, Xu Zhenqing watched the dancers on stage with bare breasts and gold powder, as well as the brides in heavy makeup, seemingly enacting the story of Izanami being burned to death and falling into the land of the dead, and Izanagi going to rescue his wife but failing.

Xu Zhenqing saw that the dancer representing Izanami was dressed in the makeup of the underworld, which frightened Izanagi into fleeing the land of the dead.

Izanami was clearly a man disguised as Minamoto no Chizuru; he was a man who looked almost too good to be true.

"Brother Dao, it's over, don't go to sleep."

"Hmm, fellow Daoist, don't talk nonsense. I am clearly cultivating."

After a brief, awkward conversation with the mistress of Biyou Palace, Xu Zhenqing used the excuse of needing to urinate to leave Tamamo-no-Mae.

Walking the streets of Tokyo, supermarkets everywhere are sold out of rice, and people are waiting to restock, with families in long lines.

With a slight frown, Xu Zhenqing thought that Japan's rice shortage was cyclical, and that the Japanese government probably hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet and was still hoarding and speculating.

Reaching Tokyo Bay, looking at the murky seawater, I suppressed my nausea and swung my sword to cut off the seawater. Huge waves surged in both directions, revealing a land route.

Maintaining his mental power on both sides, Xu Zhenqing wanted to see if the so-called Takamagahara, the continent that Pogang had devoured, had ever actually existed.

Pedestrians looked terrified, while others prostrated themselves on the ground in piety.

Having been tempered by the grand scene of their tribulation a few days ago, these people were relatively peaceful and did not commit robbery, rape, or other crimes as they did last time.

Looking at the whale in the water curtain, Xu Zhenqing kindly helped it clean the vines and implanted a mark in its mind.

There was also a seven-meter-tall octopus with a high level of intelligence that ran right up to Xu Zhenqing and begged for food. Amused, Xu Zhenqing rewarded it with a drop of artificial dragon blood.

Xu Zhenqing easily scanned some shipwrecks with his divine sense, ranging from the Tang Dynasty to the present. His target was the Lenin, or more precisely, the embryo on it.

In 1992, the icebreaker Lenin passed through an unnamed port in northern Siberia and took away a precious dinosaur embryo.

After passing through a mysterious silence in safe waters 120 nautical miles from the Japanese coastline, the dragon embryo plunged into the depths of the Tuscalola Deep.

Xu Zhenqing wasn't bad at geography; he knew that the two places were far apart. In fact, if he wanted to go to any place on Earth, it would only take a thought.

As the altitude gradually decreased until reaching the edge of the Eurasian continental shelf, gazing at the deep seawater, various marine creatures coexisted harmoniously, undergoing natural selection, and an indescribable feeling welled up in my heart.

Xu Zhenqing once soared through the skies and battled the high altitudes; now he wants to explore the deep sea and see if the high pressure there can give him a taste of death.

These matters have been reported to the relevant personnel, and the news must have reached the Holy Lord who has escaped from hell. Only in this way will the other party lower their guard and allow the resurrection of the various demons.

Reincarnators, White Kings, demons, reincarnated beings, weapons, viruses—these are the best stages.

Just as Xu Zhenqing suspected, the Holy Lord was trying his best to find a way to open the gates of hell. Indeed, the treasure box that Xu Zhenqing had accidentally dropped was picked up by the Holy Lord and his party.

However, this time it wasn't Bo Gang who walked out of hell, but Zhou Lan, the big brother of demons, the Moon Demon Zhou Lan.

The spirit of Valhalla, possessed by God, boarded Musk's rocket wearing a spacesuit and landed on the moon. Unfortunately, it seems that he is about to encounter a space disaster due to an Indian aluminum alloy valve.

With great difficulty, the side of the Panku Treasure Box representing the blue curse was pieced together. Runes scattered light, shooting out a beam of light that opened the green hell gate covered with Sanskrit.

Wearing a Taoist robe and with his arms crossed, Zhou Lan used gravity to pull back the Holy Lord and his entourage who were about to get lost in the universe.

"Holy Lord, you are moving too slowly."

"I have done my best."

Without saying a word, Zhou Lan pulled the Holy Lord towards the moon, then suddenly turned her head to look at a ruin.

A giant Reincarnation Eye shot out a beam of light, directly hitting Zhou Lan and his group.

"Is it an alien invasion?"

"Ignorance is bliss," Zhou Lan said calmly.

The dark energy spread wildly, encroaching on the moon. From Earth's perspective, it looked like a total lunar eclipse was taking place, as if a celestial dog was eating the moon.

For Zhou Lan, once the moon is tainted by the black energy and the celestial phenomena change, the black energy will be able to revive. As the darling of the black energy, he will naturally rise in power, and a few mortals will be easily defeated.

"This eye was created by the cosmic migrants who followed us a thousand years ago," the Holy Lord said, lost in thought, before explaining to Zhou Lan.

"Since they are outsiders, they are not even qualified to serve as servants." Zhou Lan nodded slowly, clearly not fond of the Otsutsuki.

"Is there a crocodile over there?" The Holy Lord asked Zhou Lan in a panic, as if he had seen something.

"It's alright, the opponent's strength has been diminished."

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Since the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin began, Crocodile Ancestor, who was suppressed by the Great Thunder Temple on the ancient planet Yinghuo, has successfully escaped and has been circling around Earth. Obviously, the other party has also noticed the changes on the moon.

Now, due to the erosion caused by being sealed by Shakyamuni for a thousand years, Crocodile Ancestor's cultivation has inevitably declined to the Saint realm, which is enough to sweep across the Earth on the surface. However, he is trapped in the Imperial Array on Earth and can only wander around.

"Fellow Daoist, could you please take me to Earth?"

"Even a small crocodile dares to be so arrogant."

Zhou Lan ignored Crocodile Ancestor and continued to invade the moon, which obviously angered the demon saint. As a saint, a single strand of hair was enough to cut down a star. One should know that a saint should not be insulted.

"Hmph, let's see who's the real deal then."

"An ordinary crocodile thinks he's invincible just because he understands some of the laws of nature?"

Zhou Lan's expression was somber, and the black aura was inevitably spreading into the universe. Now that he had mastered the laws of the moon in the universe, he had ascended to the level of a saint.

The laws of the Holy Path are the standard for the Saint realm in Shrouding the Heavens, the Meditation of the Star River Emperor, and the Immortal level in Devouring the Stars. Saints are those who carry on the past and usher in the future. Among the three immortals, the laws are one of them.

The Crocodile Ancestor extended its colossal claw that blotted out the sky, imbued with the power of laws, and countless chains of divine order intertwined. Although it was just a casual strike, it was as powerful as a single claw.

The Holy Lord tried to minimize his presence. Although his strength had increased, apart from the Law of Departure Fire, he had no other power on him, so he could only be considered a low-level Holy Path cultivator.

"I'll take your claws." Zhou Lan mobilized the moon's gravity to suppress Crocodile Ancestor. Similarly, the chains of order crisscrossed, but compared to Crocodile Ancestor's chains of order, Zhou Lan's chains of order possessed a natural and seamless beauty.

Crocodile Ancestor stared directly at Zhou Lan. Although his holy body was being torn apart by the immense gravity, his physical body, being that of a demon saint, was his greatest strength. Far from being afraid, he was completely at ease: "Innate beings, it seems they are related to those few."

"Your body seems to bear traces of high-level holy laws. Were you once a high-level saint?" Zhou Lan turned his head and looked at Crocodile Ancestor without restraint, making casual comments.

Chapter 2 will be posted later.

(End of this chapter)