I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

If the conflict cannot be resolved

Then let's deal with the god who created the conflict.

This might be a more efficient solution.

Upon hearing Bai Mujun's words, the cold female voice paused slightly.

His tone suddenly rose: "Fine, then let me see how you're going to solve this!"

"All of you, get out of my way and let the three of them enter the hall to see me!"

Upon hearing this, the ghosts and gods blocking the entrance to the hall exchanged glances and obediently moved aside.

He then revealed the vast, dark hall behind him, which seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.

Wait a minute, something seems off about this development.

Susanoo's expression suddenly froze.

What happened to the big fight we were promised?

Why didn't it happen? Instead, they went to the Mother Goddess.

The Mother Goddess's palace—is that a place you can just walk into?!

Even in negotiations, you should at least try to gain home-field advantage!

Moreover, he had just said those provocative words to the Mother Goddess.

Mother Goddess, are you deliberately trying to lure him into a trap?

Looking at the empty door, Susanoo suddenly felt his body stiffen.

Under the eerie gaze of numerous ghosts and spirits, Shiraki Shun calmly strode forward.

We arrived at the steps in front of the main hall.

Seeing Shiraki Shun's figure, the demon girl Momiji clenched her fist tightly, then quickly ran after him.

Now, the demons' gazes fell upon Susanoo, who was still hesitating at the gate.

There seemed to be some doubt in his gloomy eyes.

The one who was the bravest just now was Susanoo.

Why are you suddenly backing down?

Under the pointing fingers of numerous demons and gods, Susanoo's face twitched slightly.

He then took a difficult step and chased after the two figures.

Inside the palace.

The moment Shiraki Shun stepped inside, he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Here, there are none of the pillars, domes, walls, etc. that a palace should have.

Instead, it was like a grassland, an incredibly open space.

Instead of green grass, what surrounded him was a vast expanse of dark yellow mist.

Like the morning mist, it was elusive and slightly obscured his vision.

Amidst this dark yellow aura, a blinding light illuminated Bai Mujun's eyes.

An enormous jade throne stood before Shiramoto Jun.

The brilliant light it emitted, as if cleaved by a knife and axe, directly cut through the dark yellow aura, revealing a sacred path.

The design of this jade throne is exactly the same as that of the Thousand-Headed Stone that blocks the Yomi Hirasaka.

On the throne sat a figure radiating an incredibly terrifying aura.

Her pristine white robe fell to the ground, revealing a refined and elegant appearance, with features that seemed sculpted without a single flaw.

Her smooth black hair was gathered behind her, revealing her fair and slender neck.

She has a slender figure and perfect proportions.

Only the gaze lingering in his dark eyes was chilling and piercing, as if it had been filled with hatred for thousands of years.

Apart from that, no matter how you look at it, she's just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Is this the great goddess of the underworld, Izanami?

Looking at the girl on the throne with her arms crossed, exuding an aura of majesty, Shiraki Shun suddenly had a nonsensical question pop into his mind.

If this is true

How many years should Izanagi be sentenced to?

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However, Shiraki Shun only thought about this question casually.

After all, the laws and ethics he encountered were all directed at human beings.

It has no effect on the gods.

Otherwise, Izanagi would not only be sentenced, but would also need to undergo orthopedic surgery in Germany first.

While he was thinking, Momiji the Demoness and Susanoo appeared one after the other behind Shiraki Shun.

Upon seeing Izanami seated on the throne, his expression froze, and he quickly lowered his head, standing timidly behind Shiraki Shun.

At this moment, Izanami lowered her head slightly.

Those clear yet gloomy dark eyes swept over the three people below the throne.

As their gaze fell upon the area, it was as if an invisible force swept over them, causing the dark yellow aura around the three to surge wildly.

Ultimately, it fell on Shiraki Shun.

In an instant, a look of surprise appeared in Izanami's eyes.

How is this going?

The feeling emanating from her was so strong that even her most powerful demons paled in comparison!

Whether it was that immense divine power or that formidable divine body that even she couldn't fathom, everything about it exuded the word "powerful"!

Is this actually a human?

She couldn't help but ask, "Are you really from Ashihara?"

“That’s right.” Shiraki Shun nodded slightly. “The head office of Tenji Shrine, where I work, is located in Ashihara, a place called Tokyo.”

He suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

Finally, one day, he was able to utter the impressive-sounding term "head shrine".

Moreover, the one who heard him say these words was none other than the notoriously fierce and ruthless God of the Underworld.

This makes it seem more sophisticated.

"Tokyo, Tokyo," Izanami repeated softly twice, tapping her brow with her knuckles as if she had remembered something.

She frowned slightly.

"It seems like a lot of ghosts and monsters have been coming from this place lately."

"Is your place this chaotic?"

"There was indeed some chaos before, but it's all sorted out now," Shiramu Jun said with a slight smile.

"Today's Tokyo has become a place of mutual understanding, harmony, friendship, and mutual assistance."

Upon hearing this, Momiji's eyelids twitched.

Rectification?

As a yokai who had once fought against Shiraki Shun and witnessed his methods, she could easily imagine how the priest would govern Japan.

He'll suddenly appear in front of you, say "Hi" to you, and then slap you with a big smile.

Physical reorganization is the most fatal.

"Mutual understanding, harmony and friendship?" Upon hearing these words, Izanami narrowed her eyes and her face suddenly darkened.

They seem to have a strong aversion to these kinds of words.

Do you think such a place could really exist?

As she spoke, an incomparably cold divine power emanated from her body, making one feel as if they were in the dead of winter.

Susanoo and Momiji both paled and hurriedly channeled their power to resist, their bodies illuminating with two orbs of light as they fought against the chilling divine power.

Mother Goddess She

He's furious!

Priest Shiraki, quickly think of a way to appease the Mother Goddess's anger!

Susanoo broke out in a cold sweat.

“Of course it will.” Shiraki Shun raised his head and met his gaze without giving an inch. “Even Izanami-no-Mikoto cannot deny this.”

Izanami's gaze grew increasingly cold.

She stared at Shiramoto Jun with a sinister look and asked.

"So, even if it really exists..."

"How long do you think it will take to destroy it?"

The figure on the throne suddenly blurred.

The next instant, Izanami's body stood up.

Looking down at the three of them from her elevated position, she suddenly swung her slender, fair, and softly shaped arm to the right.

Huhu

With this gesture, the dark yellow aura beneath the throne surged wildly, rushing out of the hall like a raging torrent.

Suddenly, countless dark cracks appeared, covering the plaza outside the main hall.

They opened their mouths wildly, like predatory beasts, and devoured the surging dark yellow energy.