I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Shiramu Jun paused for a moment, then nodded.

"If you do not intend to board the ship, then we will consider it as you lending us the ship."

"Rest assured, we will take good care of it and ensure that your ship is as clean as it is now when we return it."

Who wants it to be that clean!

You should return it to me after you've dirtied it!

The ferryman's face twitched slightly.

next moment.

The oar that was stuck on the shore appeared in Shiraki Shun's hand.

Suddenly, the method to control the little white boat appeared in his mind.

In just a few seconds, they achieved a state of perfect harmony between man and boat.

Having mastered it, Bai Mujun immediately calmed his mind.

Through the perspective, the purified spirits were locked onto.

The little white boat then deftly pushed aside the waves under his hands and slowly moved forward.

They followed behind those spirits.

However, to Shiraki Shun's surprise.

Those purified spirits did not flow downstream along the Sanzu River.

Instead, they charged towards the middle reaches of the Sanzu River with eager anticipation.

When they reached the center of the Sanzu River, these spirits suddenly sank and disappeared.

Even the river water on both sides of the little white boat entangled the hull without warning, as if trying to drag it into the river.

Shiraki Jun was taken aback.

He was then surprised to find that the spirits that had dived underwater did not seem to be hindered by the river.

On the contrary, the speed increased as they infiltrated.

It's as if it's flowing downstream.

Going downstream?

Gazing at those spirits, Shiramu Jun suddenly realized.

No wonder it's impossible to reach the end of the Sanzu River by ordinary means!

Because the Sanzu River is not, in essence, a river that flows downstream!

Instead, it is a river of the underworld that plunges vertically downwards, like a waterfall!

Izanami's palace is located at the bottom of the Sanzu River!

Chapter 194 Your Filial Piety Has Turned to a Bad Tide

The River of Three Crossings.

Beneath the pitch-black riverbed.

A magnificent hall stands here.

The temple's shape resembles a skull, radiating a deep green light.

This layer of green light isolated the Sanzu River from the water, while simultaneously making the main hall appear even more sinister and terrifying.

The skull's mouth corresponds precisely to one of the enormous, pitch-black doors of the temple.

Here, groups of spirits are queuing up to wait.

There were many ferocious-looking ghost women and ghost soldiers guarding both sides of the main hall.

The powerful ghostly aura emanating from them intimidated these spirits, preventing them from acting recklessly and forcing them to obediently enter the main hall.

Each time the door closes, it's as if a skeleton is enjoying a delicious meal.

As they chewed, batches of spirits entered the hall and disappeared.

"Line up properly, everyone!" A burly ghost general clad in black armor roared before the main hall, spewing ghost fire from his mouth. "Those who don't follow the rules are not qualified to meet the chief god!"

The will-o'-the-wisp landed on the dark earth, deliberately drawing a somewhat distorted straight line.

Many of those queuing were unable to dodge in time, and their bodies were burned with black marks, their faces showing expressions of extreme pain.

Seeing this, the ghost's lips twitched, looking quite pleased with himself.

Torturing reincarnated spirits is one of the few sources of pleasure in its tedious work.

Unfortunately, these spirits can only passively take the beatings; they cannot fight back.

It gazed at the boundless expanse of spirits before it and sighed.

Could we send some stronger spirits to test their skills against it?

"Ugly Lord, what is that?"

Beside it, a ghostly woman suddenly raised her twisted, tangled fingernails and pointed in surprise at the top of her head.

Ok?

The demon lifted his heavy iron helmet and squinted as he looked up.

Within its sight.

A small white boat, out of place with the surrounding art style, forms a protective shield and floats freely in the Sanzu River.

At that moment, the little white boat was aiming at the main hall of the Yellow Springs Kingdom and suddenly accelerated.

In an instant, the ship passed through the dark green light and continued its advance towards the main hall.

Just as it was about to make contact with the hard ground, the little white boat vanished instantly.

Instead, three figures appeared in front of the main hall.

这 是

Enemy attack?

In an instant, the ghost general felt a surge of excitement and excitedly clenched his fist.

Here it comes!

My wish has come true so quickly!

There really are guys who dare to attack the palace of the Underworld!

Moreover, judging from this aura, it seems to be a living being?

The ugly guy's mouth was practically stretched to his ears.

After all, according to the command of the Lord God, the living can be disposed of at will!

At this moment, Shiramu Jun raised his head, gazing thoughtfully at the grand hall in front of him that shimmered with a sinister green light.

It seems that this is the palace of the Underworld where Izanami-no-Mikoto resides.

I wonder if Izanami is home right now?

As they were pondering, a large number of ghost soldiers and ghost women had already surrounded them.

The nearly decaying body exuded a powerful ghostly aura, which slowly condensed into an extremely oppressive aura of death.

It instantly crushed some weak spirits.

The demon girl, Momiji, subconsciously took a few steps back and glanced at him timidly.

She noticed that even the largest and weakest of the ghost women surrounding her possessed ghostly power that was not much less than hers.

You should know that even among great demons, her original strength was by no means weak!

But even in the underworld, he's only at the level of a gatekeeper.

How powerful must that god Huang Quanjin be?

"Hey, living beings!" A fierce roar suddenly came from behind the ghosts.

The ugly ghost came carrying a long knife, the blade scraping against the ground with a grating sound, and it shouted sharply.

"Do any of you know where you are?"

"This is the temple of the chief god!"

"How dare a mere mortal disturb the peace of the supreme god?"

Shiraki Shun looked at the demon general with a magical power of over 10,000 points walking towards him and asked in a gentle voice, "Your Excellency, you must be a subordinate of Izanami no Mikoto, right?"

"I wonder if Izanami is inside the temple?"

"You want to see the Supreme God?" The ugly ghost looked at the living being who, instead of being intimidated by its warning, smiled and had a playful look in his eyes.

interesting.

Such survivors are rare.

“That’s right, I am a human from Ashihara, and I have something I wish to discuss with Izanami-no-Mikoto,” Shiraki Shun said earnestly.

Upon hearing this, the ugly creature's huge mouth grinned even wider, and it burst into laughter, clutching its heavy armor.

"Ha ha ha ha"

"You, a lowly bastard from the Reed Plains, dare to dream of meeting the supreme god?"

"Ashihara is merely a piece of our Yomi territory!"

"The humans of Ashihara are nothing but slaves destined for the underworld!"

The ugly ghost looked down at Shiramu Jun, his expression growing increasingly arrogant.

"You want to see the Supreme God, don't you?"

"Ugly old man can give you a special chance!"

"Down with me—"

It didn't finish its sentence.