I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Amaterasu Omikami nodded slightly and followed behind Hanekawa Yaya, walking with Izanami Mikoto towards the main hall.

After the two deities entered, Yuukawa Yaya silently closed the temple door and then withdrew.

After several expansions and renovations, the main hall of Tenji Shrine is now much more spacious than before.

But apart from the small kotatsu in the hall and the various miscellaneous items scattered around, there was only His Highness sitting quietly cross-legged there.

The once grand hall now appeared unusually desolate and empty, exuding a strong sense of decay.

It was as if it had lost its soul.

In this scene, His Highness's silhouette seemed to have been swallowed up by loneliness and desolation, silently enduring it all.

Upon seeing this, Amaterasu Omikami's expression turned slightly serious.

He sighed silently in his heart.

Although Priest Shiraki has never expressed his opinion.

But actually, the person who was most affected by the departure of that god of the underworld should have been him.

The deity we worship day and night is actually the culprit who seeks to destroy and end everything.

To prevent such a tragedy from happening, one must fight to the death with the deity they worship.

Such a thing is far too cruel for Priest Shiraki.

Izanami, standing to the side, clearly shared the same thoughts, her expression showing more self-reproach and sorrow.

"Amaterasu the Great God, Izanami no Mikoto."

Just as the two goddesses were pondering, Shiraki Shun's uniquely calm and gentle voice came from ahead.

He stood up and looked at the two goddesses.

"There is less than half a day left until the date announced by the deity."

"You must have come to the shrine at this time because you have something important to tell me, right?"

Amaterasu Omikami's expression was solemn, her pointed chin slightly touched.

"Yes."

"Priest Shiraki, as you instructed, all preparations in Takamagahara are complete."

"The personnel prepared to meet the enemy are already in place, awaiting the arrival of that god of the underworld."

"That will be the battlefield of the final battle."

Upon hearing this news, Bai Mujun's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he nodded in praise.

"Thank you for your hard work, Amaterasu Omikami."

"You flatter me. I was just doing my best," Amaterasu Omikami said, shaking her head in refusal.

"And that's all I can do."

"The one who can truly protect Takamagahara and Ashihara is not me."

At this point, Amaterasu Omikami stopped speaking.

She raised her head, her eyes, clear as melting glaciers, gazing at Shiramu Jun.

He spoke softly.

"Priest Shiraki, I entrust everything to you."

"Let tomorrow's sun witness the glory of Takamagahara."

Under the watchful gaze of Amaterasu Omikami, Shiraki Shun nodded slightly in response.

"Yes, I'll take care of it."

Upon hearing this, Amaterasu Omikami's beautiful face showed a relieved expression.

She bowed slightly and said.

"In that case, Priest Shiraki, I will return to Takamagahara first."

"Do as many final preparations as possible."

"And the Mother Goddess has something she wants to tell you privately."

He then set off and left.

After Amaterasu Omikami left, Shiraki Shun looked at the girl with long, straight black hair standing to the side.

He asked in a gentle voice.

"Izanami-no-Mikoto, what do you want to say to me?"

Izanami lowered her head, her dark hair falling on both sides of her face.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“Priest Shiraki, now that Amaterasu has left, I will speak frankly.”

"If you are unwilling to fight, then please hand me over."

“It all started because of me. I am the one who should bear the consequences of my sins for choosing to abandon Ebisu.”

"If my life can resolve Ebisu's resentment and make him give up his revenge, then I will do it willingly."

No one understands the pain of turning against someone you care about better than Izanami.

Because she was once trapped in the underworld and wanted to take revenge on Izanagi, she was tormented by this pain for ten thousand years.

There's no need to make Priest Shiraki repeat such suffering.

Izanami quietly closed her eyes and silently said in her heart.

But the next moment, she heard Bai Mujun's rather puzzled voice.

"Izanami-no-Mikoto, what makes you think I am unwilling to participate in the war?"

Ok?

Izanami opened her eyes in surprise and hesitated.

"Priest Shiraki, do you mean..."

"If someone has committed a wrong act, even if it was done by a deity, I will not hesitate to correct it," Bai Mujun affirmed.

But...

"Isn't your delay in going to Takamagahara due to your unwillingness to face the truth?"

Izanami suddenly became somewhat incoherent.

“Oh, Izanami misunderstood.” Shiraki Shun smiled.

"The reason I am guarding the main hall of the shrine is to await the arrival of the deity."

The arrival of a deity?

Izanami listened, stunned.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, yet it contained a hint of anger.

"You living being, how dare you speak ill of me behind my back?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will be angry and take this world as my treasure ahead of time?"

Upon hearing this voice, Izanami's pupils suddenly contracted.

She instinctively turned around and looked at the crack behind her that had appeared out of nowhere, writhing as if it were alive.

Through the cracks, one can see the indescribable nothingness and darkness within.

After it appeared, the cracks quickly spread to both sides.

In a short while, a huge, dark door opened in the main hall.

That oppressive aura, powerful enough to make the void tremble, permeated every corner of this hall.

The next instant, a figure appeared from the doorway.

A long dress formed from condensed mist flowed behind her, and her beautiful eyes looked down at the two people in the hall.

Her slender calves seemed to step into the air as she descended step by step.

On her slender, fair fingers, a ring gleamed with a dark, ethereal light.

It is indeed a deity.

Izanami stared at her in utter shock.

This is the god of the underworld that Amaterasu spoke of.

Why would I be here?

Isn't the final battle taking place in Takamagahara?

As if sensing Izanami's shock, the god frowned slightly and spoke with displeasure.

"Huh? What's so strange about that?"

"For the gods, keeping promises is a basic virtue."

“And previously, before I had awakened, I had made a vow.”

Even if one slumbers in nameless darkness, frozen in this moment in eternity, listening to the silent whispers of all things, it takes endless years to revive from suffering.

"Oh, so this is what you living beings understand as 'death'."

Even if it means facing death.

"I won't miss a single episode of this month's new anime!"

I'm raising a god in Tokyo

Chapter 317 You still say you didn't look down on the Netherworld

In this hall.

Having recovered from the shock, Izanami knelt carefully to the side, her legs drawn up.