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"Tsukuyomi's divine realm is extremely powerful, even comparable to mine!"

"You may never leave her divine kingdom without her permission!"

"And perhaps, this is the true purpose of Tsukuyomi!"

"She wants to lure you into her divine realm, and then seal you away—"

"Please do not worry, Amaterasu Omikami," Shiraki Shun said gently.

"I already have a solution in mind regarding this matter."

"Please, Amaterasu Omikami, have faith in me."

Upon hearing this, Amaterasu Omikami frowned.

A complex and conflicted look flashed in his cold eyes.

After a short while, she gently bit her lip, then slowly released her hand and whispered.

"I understand."

Bai Mujun nodded slightly and said gently.

"Please wait here, Amaterasu Omikami, I will depart immediately."

“No,” Amaterasu Omikami firmly refused.

Her crystal-clear, jade-like feet touched the ground, and she gritted her teeth slightly, forcing herself to stand up.

She stared stubbornly at Shiramu Jun.

"If Priest Shiraki really intends to do this, then please take me with you."

"Although I no longer possess divine powers, Tsukuyomi still sees me as her older sister, so perhaps I can be of some use."

At this point, a self-deprecating expression appeared on Amaterasu Omikami's face.

"Anyway, if Priest Shiraki loses, I will be captured by Tsukuyomi again."

"Rather than waiting here, I'd rather stand with Priest Shiraki."

"Please, High Priest Shiraki, grant me this capricious request."

Looking at the unwavering determination in Amaterasu Omikami's eyes.

Shiramu Jun could only sigh helplessly and nod, saying, "I understand."

"Then, let me make some preparations first."

He waved slowly.

A much more energetic figure appeared in the room.

The great god, who had suddenly been banished from the divine kingdom, was holding a steaming bowl of turtle soup, his unshaven face filled with surprise.

He looked at Bai Mujun and asked, puzzled.

"Priest Shiraki, what happened? Why is the Divine Kingdom..."

The next instant, the face of the Great God turned deathly pale.

He looked at the beautiful figure who had just gotten out of bed, and trembled violently.

"Teimishi no Omikami?"

“Oosugamochi.” Amaterasu Omikami glanced at him indifferently, her tone utterly cold.

Upon seeing this.

Without hesitation, the Great God bowed deeply, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He said with utmost respect.

"What are Amaterasu Omikami's instructions in summoning me, a lesser deity?"

He was indeed very scared.

After all, it was Amaterasu Omikami who ordered the takeover of Ashihara's rule from him.

Since then, the Great God has had a deep psychological trauma related to that cold and beautiful face.

At this moment, he kept wondering why the other party had approached him.

Could it be that Susori requested Amaterasu Omikami to come?

Do you feel you haven't paid enough grain tax?

Upon realizing this, the Great God was immediately startled.

Amaterasu Omikami maintained her cold expression and remained silent.

Instead, it was Shiraki Jun who spoke in a gentle voice.

"The Great God of the Nation, that's how it is."

"In a moment, I'm ready to make a big splash."

"To be on the safe side, we have no choice but to remove you from the Kingdom of God."

"If the Great God of the Nation wishes to return to my divine realm for a temporary stay, we will have to wait until I return before discussing it further."

Ignoring the blank expression on the face of the Great God, Shiraki Shun turned his head and smiled.

"Amaterasu Omikami, let's go."

Amaterasu nods slightly.

The man and the god then vanished.

The Great God of the Nation stared in disbelief at the spot where the two had disappeared.

Priest Shiraki

Did he go off to have a one-on-one duel with Amaterasu Omikami?

Chapter 177 This Detestable Priest

The full moon hangs high in the sky.

In the crystal-clear, snow-like divine palace, a petite figure sat upright in an adorable duck-like posture under the central pillar of light.

This is the result of spiritual practice.

Beneath her lay a small mountain of scattered books of all kinds.

such as.

"Seventy-Two Ways to Win Over a Priest," "A Thirty-Day Guide to Winning Over a Priest," and "The Art of Language in Conversations with Priests"

At this moment, the god, who was dizzy and lightheaded from studying, weakly raised his head.

His empty eyes glanced at the islands floating in the night sky not far in front of him.

There are five more.

Once I pass through five more Moon Goddess Palaces, I can end this training and leave Tsukuyomi's divine kingdom.

Thinking of this, she glanced at the book in her hand with a hint of suspicion.

If I master these things, will the White Wood Priest really never leave me?

Is Tsukuyomi (the book of destiny) just me deceiving myself?

Suddenly, the god's eyes, which had lost their luster, regained their magnificent light.

A hint of surprise appeared on her pretty face.

Subconsciously, I stretched out a finger and gently touched the area in front of me.

As the Kingdom of Gods opened.

A very familiar figure appeared before her.

A gentle inquiry followed.

"My Lord, how is your cultivation progressing?"

Looking at that long-unseen handsome face, the god felt a sudden lump in his throat.

In an instant, she appeared beside Bai Mujun and leaped into his arms.

She lifted her head in his arms and looked into his gentle eyes.

Tears welled in the god's beautiful eyes as he choked out his words.

"Waaah, waaah, waaah waaah"

Shiraki Shun patted the god's back understandingly and comforted him, "I know, Your Majesty is trying your best."

"They must have undergone quite rigorous training, right?"

At this point, his gaze fell on a pile of books not far away.

A hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Is this what the deity cultivates?"

"Let me see; perhaps I can offer some advice on the cultivation of the divine being."

Upon hearing this, the goddess's pretty face suddenly turned bright red.

The next second, she reappeared on the pile of books, hurriedly gathering the scattered books under her.

He pressed down on her with his body, his face and ears turning red.

"Priest Shiraki, no, no, you're not allowed to look!"

"I understand." Bai Mujun nodded helplessly.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

The divine kingdom then unfolded.

A cool and aloof figure appeared beside Shiramu Jun.

Looking at that cold and noble face, the god's expression faltered slightly.

I instinctively shuddered.