One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Feng Baobao shook her head, her tone crisp and decisive:

I won't wear this outfit.

"I won't become some kind of deity."

Although the little girl's voice wasn't loud, her attitude was as cold and hard as a stone.

Kenji Tsuchimikado's smile gradually disappeared.

He sighed, seemingly feeling somewhat helpless about this stubbornness.

“I had hoped that you would accept this gift obediently, so that your soul would suffer less when it is erased.”

He turned his head, his eyes turning cold and ruthless.

"Since you don't want to put it on yourself, then we'll have to help you."

Kenji Tsuchimikado waved his hand, his voice icy:

"Hold her down. Give her a sedative, change her clothes, and take her to the altar!"

Chapter 435 The Mysterious "Evolution" and the "Divine Control Technique"

The outer perimeter of Fulong Tiankeng.

A muddy dirt road that was forcibly carved out by human hands.

Two off-road vehicles with military license plates slowly pulled up in front of the cordon.

The car door opened.

Several pairs of well-made leather boots stepped into the muddy ground filled with puddles.

The first person to get off the bus was a man wearing a woolen overcoat worn by a Japanese military officer.

He glanced down at the yellow mud splattered on the edge of his boots and frowned slightly.

He then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands with disgust.

"The roads in Sichuan are even more difficult to travel than sewers."

The general's name was Tokugawa Kenichi, and he was the military representative for this project.

He casually tossed the soiled handkerchief into the muddy water.

Looking up at the massive sinkhole shrouded in thick fog ahead, his tone betrayed a hint of impatience:

"That guy, Kenji Tsuchimikado, has been holed up underground for almost half a year."

If this so-called divine intervention doesn't produce any tangible results today, I'll have no choice but to report this truthfully to headquarters and cut off all of his subsequent military funding.

"General Tokugawa, please calm down."

A relaxed and cheerful voice came from the car behind.

Beside the car door.

Standing there was a young man dressed in a dark blue kimono.

He held an oil-paper umbrella painted with cherry blossoms in his hand and wore wooden clogs.

His posture was upright, and he wasn't even covered in mud.

The young man had a gentle face and held a folding fan in his hand, tapping it lightly in his palm.

Masaya Abe, a representative of the younger generation of the Abe family, is associated with the Onmyoryo (Bureau of Yin and Yang) in Japan.

“Shenli is something that belongs to the realm of art and miracles, and it requires meticulous craftsmanship.”

Abe Masaya looked at Tokugawa with a smile, his words carrying an undisguised mockery:

"You can't use the standards for making bullets to judge a groundbreaking miracle. That would be too unromantic."

Tokugawa Kenichi snorted coldly.

I'm too lazy to argue with these mystical Onmyoji all day long.

He turned his head and looked at the other two people standing at the back of the car.

One of them was completely different from everyone else present.

The man was dressed in an elegant long robe with dark patterns, his hands casually tucked into the wide sleeves.

He wore a pure white faceless mask.

The mask has no facial features.

Only the corner of the mouth was simply outlined with vermilion to depict a smiling eye.

It looks somewhat comical, yet it also exudes an eerie feeling that makes people extremely uncomfortable.

This person's code name is "Yan".

The head of a long-established, secretive family in China.

At the same time, it is also the most crucial "supplier" in this "Shenli Project".

"Mr. Yan."

Abe Masaya put away his folding fan and walked lightly to the masked man's side.

His tone was polite, but a hint of arrogance, typical of an aggressor, lurked in his eyes.

"You've had a bumpy journey, it must have been hard for you to make the trip yourself."

"However, since you have already handed the girl over to us, you don't really need to come to this desolate mountain wilderness to suffer the rest of the ceremony yourself."

Upon hearing this, Yan, who was wearing a mask, was not angry at all; instead, he let out a soft laugh.

"Hehehe..."

"Young Master Abe is joking. Since we are doing business, we should naturally see things through to the end."

Yan pulled his hand out of his sleeve and casually straightened the collar of his long robe:

"This body is a flawless gem that our family spent a great deal of money to sift out from these vast mountains."

"Her meridians are naturally formed, untouched by the mundane world. Such a promising talent is one in a hundred years."

Yan turned his head, and the faceless mask with a smiling face was pointed at Abe Masaya:

"I'm here today for no other reason than to see with my own eyes what kind of jade you Yin Yang Dao can carve out from this rough gem of mine."

"And by the way, I'm also here to collect my share of the final payment."

That's a very blunt and explicit statement.

Abe raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening.

"Mr. Yan is truly a pure businessman. He betrays his compatriots to preserve the foundation of his own sect."

I deeply admire your courage and determination to disregard trivial matters for the sake of the family's interests.

The sarcasm in those words was quite obvious.

A traitor who sold out the interests of the country.

Although they had some usefulness in the eyes of these Japanese, they ultimately looked down on them.

however.

Yan, however, seemed completely oblivious to this subtext.

He even waved his hand with obvious satisfaction:

"Fame, fortune, and morality in this world are nothing but hypocritical cosmetics."

"In this era of great strife, the only truth is to survive and climb higher."

As long as I can get the half-volume of "Divine Control Techniques" that your esteemed guild promised me, what do I care what the world says about me?

Seeing Yan's shameless and open demeanor, Abe Masaya was at a loss for words.

He secretly became wary.

This is a venomous snake that can openly price even its bottom line.

It's certainly easy to work together, but we have to be wary of him turning on us at any time.

"Alright, stop standing here in the cold wind."

Tokugawa Kenichi interrupted their tentative probes, each harboring their own ulterior motives, and pointed to the descending plank road ahead:

"Go down and check on Tsuchimikado Kenji's progress."

Under the heavy guard of soldiers, the group of four slowly walked down the makeshift wooden walkway to the bottom of the sinkhole.

The fog gradually thinned, and the view opened up.

When they stood on a viewing platform halfway up the mountain, looking down at the bottom of the sinkhole.

Even Yan, who was well-informed, had a slight flicker in his eyes behind the mask.

Bottom of the sinkhole.

Above the milky-white dark river, the enormous blood-red torii gate looked incredibly eerie.

The most awe-inspiring feature is the bronze "Dragon-Suppressing Nail" weighing several tons, suspended in mid-air.

On the surrounding rock walls.

Nine jet-black iron chains penetrated deep into the earth's veins, forcibly imprisoning this originally vibrant and auspicious land.

This created a massive and oppressive "Nine Pythons Devouring the Heart" scenario.

"That's a big spender."

Yan leaned against the wooden railing of the platform, lavishing his praise upon it:

"Severing the dragon vein of an entire prefecture, turning life into death. Your skill in formation is truly astounding."

Abe Masaya opened his folding fan and fanned himself gently twice, clearly pleased with the praise.

"Mr. Yan, you flatter me. Without the excellent base you provided, this formation, no matter how exquisite, would just be an empty shell."

Just then.