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

She could sense it.

The memories in my mind about the courtyard, about my mother and father, are rapidly turning into a blank.

She knew she had to forget, to forget everything.

"It's so dark..."

The little girl leaned weakly against the altar, her vision gradually blurring.

Even the face of the older brother covered in blood was no longer recognizable.

But she still managed to curl the corners of her mouth into a sweet smile.

With her silvery voice, she began to hum softly and intermittently:

"The moon moves... I move too..."

"I'll carry the moon's bag..."

That nursery rhyme that once soothed Zhang Tianyi's manic pain on a cold, rainy night.

At this moment, on this blood-soaked altar.

It appeared so thin, yet so clear.

"Inside the pocket... were peppercorns..."

The little girl's voice grew softer and softer, like a gentle breeze that could be blown away at any moment.

Outside the barrier.

Zhang Tianyi's eyes were blurred with blood and tears.

His hands, which he once thought could tear apart all the rules of this world, could now only helplessly press against the cold curtain of blood.

"Sichuan peppercorns are spicy... I'll buy winter melon..."

"Winter melon is sweet..."

The last word, like a flickering candle in the wind, quietly went out.

The little girl's eyes, which were always bright and full of curiosity about the world, have completely lost their last sparkle.

Her small hand fell limply to her side.

With that unfinished smile, she quietly collapsed in the center of the cold altar.

"Do not--!!!"

A desperate roar, like weeping blood.

It penetrated the barrier and the rock wall.

The sound resounded throughout the night sky above the entire Fulong Tiankeng!

Chapter 440 The shackles shatter! Let this pit of sins turn to ashes!

The melodious yet innocent nursery rhyme faded away completely.

At the very center of the altar.

The rolling red light on that huge torii gate also went out.

The crimson barrier surrounding the altar also faded away.

At the bottom of the sinkhole, there was a deathly silence.

All eyes were fixed on the high platform.

There are no golden lotuses that spring from the ground.

There was no divine intervention.

Not even a single miracle occurred.

On the yin-yang symbol, only the little girl in the ill-fitting silk cheongsam lies quietly.

Its eyes were tightly closed, and there was no more life.

"Is it... over?"

The several Onmyoji standing at a distance looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were still in the hand seal position, their eyes filled with helplessness.

Kenji Tsuchimikado stood there blankly, clutching the white wooden scepter tightly in his hand.

He looked at Feng Baobao on the ground.

He raised his head again.

I looked up at the sky above, which remained gray and gloomy, devoid of any unusual phenomena.

"how so……"

Kenji Tsuchimikado's voice was now dry and hoarse.

"The Dragon-Suppressing Nail has been placed, the earth's energy has clearly been reversed, and the pure heart of the original body is without any flaws..."

"Why? Why haven't the gods descended?!"

He couldn't accept this reality.

The Yin-Yang Bureau prepared for this plan for several years, investing countless resources and lives.

But in the end, all they got was a cold, lifeless corpse?

"Tsuchimikado Kenji!!"

A sharp shout, laced with utter anger, interrupted his self-doubt.

Kenichi Tokugawa, wearing military boots, strode onto the altar.

The military general's face was ashen.

He grabbed Tsuchimikado Kenji by the collar, almost lifting the seemingly frail Onmyoji up:

"This is the epoch-making miracle you promised the military?!"

"You expended the empire's vast military strength to protect you, and consumed countless resources, only to watch a Chinese village girl die here?!"

"Kenji Tsuchimikado, do you know that the price of this defeat is enough to make you commit seppuku!"

He was met with Tokugawa Kenichi's spittle.

Kenji Tsuchimikado's eyes, however, were unusually empty.

He stood there like a puppet, letting Tokugawa grab his collar.

He completely ignored the other person's questioning, and stubbornly turned his head to look at the girl on the ground.

"Failed... In the end, it's just a mortal body, unable to withstand the might of heaven..."

Kenji Tsuchimikado muttered to himself nervously.

He then forcefully pushed away Tokugawa Kenichi's hand.

As an extremely obsessive researcher.

After a brief breakdown, his inherent ruthlessness once again prevailed.

"adjutant!"

Kenji Tsuchimikado straightened his disheveled ceremonial robes, his voice returning to its icy tone.

“Present!” An officer carrying a recorder immediately stepped forward.

"Bring the camera over here."

Kenji Tsuchimikado pointed at Feng Baobao on the ground:

"Take photos of the original body and archive them, and seal and take away all data reports."

"Although we did not defeat the gods this time, the data on divine power is equally valuable, and it will form the basis for the next experiment."

"Yes."

The adjutant waved.

A soldier carrying a flash camera walked quickly forward.

"Crack!"

A blinding white light flashed across the altar, accompanied by a plume of rising white smoke.

The little girl's peaceful face was forever frozen in this moment.

Record: Showa 19 (1941).

"The original body [Feng] has been confirmed dead. His soul has dissipated."

"Project Shenli has failed once again."

……

On the viewing platform halfway up the mountain.

Wearing the Faceless Mask, Yan leaned quietly against the railing.

He took in the absurd and cruel scene below.

Looking at Feng Baobao's body, he frowned slightly.

"It's a pity that such a fine piece of jade has been wasted."

There was little pity in Yan Shuang's tone, only regret after the investment failure.

"A mortal's attempt to bear the weight of the gods is ultimately futile."

"These Japanese are all talk and no action."

He turned his head and glanced at Masaya Abe beside him.

"Young Master Abe, now that this whole show has fallen apart, let's talk about the terms we agreed on earlier..."

Yan's voice carried a hint of leisurely probing: