I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

But no one retreated; instead, they stepped forward.

Arms tightly clasped together, they desperately squeezed out the last drop of magic power from their bodies and gritted their teeth as they pushed forward.

After all, Tokyo is right behind them.

There is no turning back!

The powerful demons rushed into the shadows the instant the ghosts appeared.

Although they didn't know what had happened, they could tell that the ghostly power within these ghostly beings was unprecedentedly strong.

It is dozens or even hundreds of times more powerful than the previous ghosts.

A purely defensive approach will never be able to hold on!

We must find a way to eliminate these ghosts!

On-site, there were those with the power to effectively eliminate these ghosts.

Only those great demons remain!

Amidst the eerie shadows, flames erupted from the long tail behind the Lord of Amakusa, transforming into an enormous fire whip.

The fire whip suddenly lashed out, cleaving the ghosts in front of him, along with the temple's Buddhist hall, in half at the waist.

Then, clusters of purplish-red flames began to burn quietly at the cut.

Only after the demons were completely burned did it float back to the Lord of Amakusa.

As for the other great demons, although they do not have group spells as effective as the Lord of Amakusa, they can easily defeat these ghosts one-on-one, even the weakest nine-tailed cat demon.

Although the great demons were already eliminating the ghosts very quickly.

But the ghosts emerged from the cracks even faster.

When one ghost is killed, five, six, or even more ghosts emerge from all directions.

It seems endless.

Through constant attrition, the ghosts gradually surrounded the great demons, forcing them back to a corner of the temple.

Almost, we were forced out of the shadows.

This can't go on!

The Lord of Amakusa's eyes gleamed.

The long tail suddenly expanded, then shuddered forward, and the enormous demonic power formed a shockwave that directly shattered the group of ghosts in front of it.

It stared intently at the dark cracks that writhed like nematodes all around the Thunder Temple.

These cracks are the key!

We must find a way to destroy these cracks!

But its attacks just now all passed through these cracks and couldn't touch anything!

It was as if these cracks didn't exist in this world at all.

How can it be destroyed?

The Lord of Amakusa then used his tail to swat away a charging demon that reached out to attack him, and anxiously pondered the situation.

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice, carrying an air of nobility and unyielding authority, echoed in the shadows.

"You all, retreat immediately."

"I'll take care of the rest."

"Who are you?" Upon hearing this voice, the Lord of Amakusa asked instinctively.

"I am Amaterasu, and I have been asked by the priest Shiraki to protect this place," Amaterasu Omikami said simply and clearly.

Amaterasu Omikami?

Upon hearing this name, the Lord of Amakusa nearly twisted his tail.

When did the White Wood Priest get involved with such a deity?

However, before it could react, Amaterasu Ōmikami had already made a move.

A crimson-gold spear emerged from within the crack.

In an instant, the spear thrust out silently and suddenly.

It moved like a sharp golden needle, piercing straight through the wide crack.

The powerful divine force, mixed with the divine will of Amaterasu Omikami, transformed into a shining crimson-gold thread that stitched the two sides together.

Meanwhile, more spears appeared, aimed at the cracks.

In an instant, the Yellow Spring Crack in the entire Leiming Temple shrank by 80%.

Seeing this, the Lord of Amakusa and the other demons no longer hesitated. After bowing respectfully, they quickly withdrew from the shadows.

Go and help the people of Tokyo suppress the spread of the demonic energy.

In the Yellow Springs.

Noticing the anomaly in the outer Yellow Springs rift, Izanami frowned slightly, her expression somewhat disdainful.

"My daughter whom I have never met, do you think you can withstand the revenge from the underworld?"

"How naive."

She turned around and waved again toward the crack.

With this wave, vast swathes of Netherworld energy surged forth, pouring into the crack like a hurricane.

The suture that had just been stitched up was torn open again, like a surgical wound that had come undone.

Not only did the crack become larger, but the spirits drawn into it also became more violent.

After doing all this, Izanami gave a cold snort and turned back around.

Looking at Shiraki Shun, who was still carefully examining the wine glass in his hand, he spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"Humans are just having a drink, is it really necessary to think about it for so long?"

At this point, she slightly raised her chin and said in a cold tone.

"However, you may continue to consider it; there is never a shortage of time in the underworld."

"I just don't know how long your Tokyo can hold out?"

Upon hearing Izanami's words, which contained a hint of threat, Shiraki Shuncai looked away and smiled.

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."

“I accept this gift from Izanami.”

He then gently clenched his fist.

The wine cup in his hand instantly transformed into a rich aura of the underworld, swirling around him once more.

The next instant, this stream of Netherworld energy entered his skin.

It then quickly gathered three centimeters below the navel through the body's circulation.

That is where the Seventh Dharma Sea resides.

The moment the Yellow Springs Qi entered, Shiramu Shun felt that familiar sensation.

That's the feeling of a blessing ceremony about to begin.

Bai Mujun was overjoyed.

As expected, what the Seventh Fahai needed for consecration was the energy of the Yellow Springs!

Looking at Shiraki Shun, who was surrounded by the aura of the underworld, Izanami's pale face showed a hint of astonishment.

As the chief deity of the underworld, she could certainly sense it.

A surge of energy from the underworld resolutely broke free from her control and entered the body of the priest in front of her!

Although to her, this aura of the underworld was only a very small trace.

But her power was indeed weakened!

Did Huang Quan betray him?

What exactly did this human do?!

However, Shiraki Shun didn't have time to pay attention to Izanami's expression.

At this moment, he had already activated his perspective.

Seeing the Yellow Spring Qi within their bodies, they all aimed to merge into the Dharma Sea.

As the energy of the Yellow Springs entered, the originally gloomy Seventh Dharma Sea...

Finally, the first wisp of consecration power appeared.

However, it was only a wisp.

If we're talking about the progress of the consecration, it's only one in a billion.

It seems that just this one cup is far from enough.

Thinking of this, Shiramu Jun slightly raised his head, looking at the person with a ghostly expression.

No, it was Izanami who opened her palms after seeing the priest's expression.

He asked sincerely.

"Izanami-no-Mikoto, is there any more of this?"

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Are there any more?

what else?

Izanami stared dumbfounded at Shiraki Shun's outstretched hand, her eyes twitching slightly.

Even the surrounding Netherworld energy began to tremble.

She was utterly confused.