“Brave indeed to dare intrude into Takamagahara!”
Divine light descended, forming into a deity entirely golden in hue, a warrior-like figure exuding majestic authority, with radiant divine light behind him, symbolizing immense power: “I, Tōshō Daigongen, by command of Amaterasu Ōmikami, shall slay you!!”
“Tōshō Daigongen? Indeed a fourth-tier Shinto deity!”
Wu Ming nodded. This deity’s golden divine power clearly marked him as a formidable fourth-tier entity, undoubtedly ranking among the highest shrines in Fusang, second only to the three great deities in sanctity.
Sending forth such a deity fully demonstrated Amaterasu’s seriousness.
“Or perhaps… this deity is Amaterasu’s strongest enforcer?”
Both were manifestations of Yuan Shen, and under divine sight, every detail was clearly visible, leaving no room for concealment.
Wu Ming immediately perceived not only the deity’s full divine power but also a tremendous majesty carrying a strangely familiar aura.
“The Dragon’s Qi!?”
Clearly visible upon Tōshō Daigongen was the Dragon’s Qi of Fusang!
“And furthermore… possessing such lingering blessings even after death, this one must have once unified Fusang, either a Tenka no Taikun or founder of a shogunate…”
Wu Ming’s expression grew slightly solemn, though without much fear.
After all, the Dragon’s Qi depends entirely on fortune! Once marked with “former dynasty,” even if the era established by Tōshō Daigongen was ever so prosperous, it was now useless.
“Still, despite the Dragon’s Qi waning, it maintains such manifestation—this one must be an original Dragon Ancestor!”
Clearly, Amaterasu had not underestimated Wu Ming, hence dispatching this deity to confront him.
“Taste this first!”
Wu Ming formed a mystical seal with his hand, three-colored flames emerging and spreading outward: “Heaven and Earth know no bounds; fortune aids my magic! Samadhi True Fire!”
Roaring!
The flames were so fierce even the golden-armored warrior dared not intercept directly. Divine light flashed, forming a barrier upon which a black Yamata no Orochi phantom briefly appeared, hissing as it met the flames.
“Daring to steal our Fusang Dragon’s fortune?!”
Seeing this, Tōshō Daigongen’s expression turned even angrier. With a wave of his hand, the black Yamata no Orochi roared forth, and suddenly a battlefield appeared.
“Attack!”
It was a formation of Ashigaru foot soldiers, entirely composed of heroic spirits. More terrifying were the leading commanders, top generals not only bearing martial house fortune but also supported by black Dragon’s Qi!
The spirits formed a battle array, generating a killing aura so mighty that even Wu Ming’s expression shifted slightly.
This opponent was an original Dragon Ancestor; these were founding generals, each possessing great dynastic fortune! Even as heroic spirits after death, they were incomparable to ordinary deities or ghosts!
“Sixteen Divine Generals, divided into eight divisions!”
The heroic spirits surged forward, empowered by Dragon’s Qi. Tōshō Daigongen at the center quickly formed an eight-directional formation, surrounding Wu Ming.
“Hisss…”
Military might combined with Dragon’s Qi formed an immense black Yamata no Orochi, each head as large as a cottage, eyes like red lanterns, fixing upon Wu Ming with a ravenous intent.
“Evocation!”
A burst of light emerged from Wu Ming’s Taoist robe, clouds rising to form another eight-headed, eight-tailed serpent, this one tinged with cyan and purple, surrounded by golden-red mists. Though smaller than its opponent, its body was solid, radiating an “earthly” force, coiling to confront the Dragon’s Qi.
“After all, an original Dragon Ancestor… even in death with his shogunate fallen, the Dragon’s lingering blessings still surpass my national fortune as Grand Tutor. However, the difference isn’t too great. Combined with my current favorable fortune and earthly power, I can barely hold my ground.”
Wu Ming’s eyes gleamed as he understood everything, adjusting his star-shaped crown slightly.
Boom!
A mysterious halo emerged from above his head, pure and ethereal, rising straight into the sky—his own Taoist fortune merging into the Yamata no Orochi’s body.
“Roar!”
Empowered, the original Yamata no Orochi’s scales gleamed, its fortune stabilizing. Even developing a protrusion on its head, its vertically slit eye emitted sword light, seemingly taunting.
“Hmph! Attack!”
Tōshō Daigongen, being a deity formed from a deceased human, retained many mortal habits. Now seated within his white tent, he waved his war fan, and with the booming of war drums, the sixteen divine generals immediately charged forward with battle cries.
“Seeking death!”
Wu Ming’s face darkened. He unleashed divine thunder from his palm, five-colored divine lights sweeping through, reducing dozens of generals and foot soldiers to ashes within tens of meters.
“Ha! Sword light spans three thousand miles; a single sword dominates nineteen provinces!”
Wu Ming laughed loudly, merging with thunder, transforming into a lightning bolt charging straight toward Tōshō Daigongen’s main formation.
Midair, a cyan-purple Yamata no Orochi clashed fiercely with the black one, displaying utmost ferocity!
Zap!
Lightning swept across, annihilating any divine generals and foot soldiers in its path with Five Elements Divine Thunder, none able to withstand even a single strike!
A lone warrior across three thousand miles! A single sword facing a million troops!
At this moment, Wu Ming fully embodied this phrase.
“Protect the Commander-in-Chief!”
The troops within the formation were founding heroic spirits, fearless unto death. Seeing their commander in peril, wave upon wave of warriors and foot soldiers charged recklessly.
Unfortunately, the gap between them and Wu Ming was insurmountable, all perishing under the Divine Thunder, reduced to ashes.
“Cursed!”
These were the cream of an entire dynasty! Even Tōshō Daigongen felt pained at their losses, rising abruptly with golden flames blazing around him, his furious gaze locking onto the charging Wu Ming.
In the mortal world, he might merely be an ordinary man, perhaps not even second-tier, certainly no match for Wu Ming.
But Takamagahara was different. Deified after death, his fortune immediately displayed its might, his strength undeniably fourth-tier Shinto deity, without a shred of pretense!
Now enraged, golden flames roared forth, merging with the entire formation, creating terrifying ferocity.
Despite Wu Ming unleashing Divine Thunder, the heroic spirits charged recklessly, golden divine flames proving terrifyingly powerful, gradually pushing him into a disadvantage.
Even midair, the black Yamata no Orochi was showing off its might, nearly invincible.
“You think I’m the weakness in the formation? You don’t realize within Takamagahara, I am the formation’s greatest strength!”
Tōshō Daigongen smiled: “Watch me utterly obliterate you!”
“No! It’s you who’ve fallen into my trap, daring to approach me so closely!”
A cold smile appeared on Wu Ming’s face. The Su Hou Pearl flew forth, and several mystical seals were cast: “Bashe’s ability! Devouring Heaven and Earth!”
A white beam shot skyward, merging into the cyan-purple serpent midair.
Boom!
Empowered by the mysterious light, the cyan-purple serpent, locked in combat with the black Yamata no Orochi, suddenly transformed!
Hisss!
Roaring, its eight heads merged into one, its body expanding several times over, transforming into the cyan-headed black-bodied Bashe. Opening its heaven-devouring maw, infinite suction force emerged, like a black hole, swallowing the opposing black Yamata no Orochi in one bite.
“You…”
With the Dragon’s Qi devoured, Tōshō Daigongen’s form immediately showed signs—golden divine light flickering unstably, even slightly fading to crimson!
He wasn’t a deity through cultivation; his existence as a Daigongen relied entirely on worldly Dragon’s Qi support. Now deprived of it, he immediately regressed to his original state!
“My Lord!”
Within the formation, numerous divine generals and heroic spirits cried out in alarm, black mists dispersing from their bodies as they directly disintegrated into nothingness!
“If your shogunate still existed, deprived of this Dragon’s Qi, there would still be threads of earthly fortune to replenish it, preventing this situation. But now, it’s rootless wood and sourceless water, each use diminishing it further. Daring to challenge me with it, attempting to suppress my Dragon’s Qi?”
Wu Ming laughed loudly, unleashing another Divine Thunder.
“Great God…”
Tōshō Daigongen screamed, half his body turning to ashes. Yet with his last remaining strength, a tortoiseshell flew forth, blocking the thunder. His body transformed into a crimson-gold meteor, streaking across the sky and vanishing.
“Hmm? Actually managed to escape… interesting.”
Slightly surprised, Wu Ming retracted his ability. He noticed another black-purple Yamata no Orochi sealed within the Su Hou Pearl, resembling an insect trapped in amber, vividly preserved. He felt pleased, picking up the tortoiseshell Tōshō Daigongen had discarded. Entirely black with cracks, it exuded ancient aura upon touch, clearly no ordinary item.
“Surviving my Divine Thunder—indeed a fine treasure, suitable for refining into a defensive magical artifact!”
Musing, Wu Ming carefully stored the tortoiseshell away.
Boom!
At this moment, the three balls of cyan light in the sky reached their most intense clash.
Transformed into a Tengu warrior, Susano-o let out a furious roar as he raised his katana for a devastating downward slash, as if to split the heavens themselves. Tsukuyomi no Mikoto was the first to stagger, with the waters of Yomi already forced into a corner.
Only Amaterasu Ōmikami, with a sun disk floating behind her, surrounded by rising black flames, matched Susano-o evenly, even slightly gaining the upper hand.
The black sun disk shining, Amaterasu held forth a divine sword, similarly striking downward with boundless might—the true form of the Kusanagi no Tsurugi!
“Quickly assist me!”
In an instant, Susano-o’s voice echoed in Wu Ming’s ear.
The battle of the three great deities had thrown Takamagahara into chaos, with their subordinate deities also engaged below.
Now, the only one truly capable of intervening and influencing the outcome was Wu Ming alone.
In an instant, Wu Ming comprehended everything and burst into laughter: “Tonight, I shall resolve all karma; the immeasurable calamity of Fusang ends here!”
Instantly, five layers of thunderous light emerged from his body, combining with Dragon’s Qi and national fortune, tinged with green, suddenly soaring skyward into the battle’s heart!
Boom!
Blinding white light flashed, a terrifying explosion forming.
Terrifying shockwaves swept across, stripping away an entire layer of Takamagahara, countless deities without deep roots perishing in the onslaught.
Long after…
Susano-o withdrew his Dharma Body, reverting back to a tengu warrior of human stature, standing side by side with Wu Ming.
“Tsukuyomi has retreated to Yomi, Amaterasu has been forced to hide within the Amano-Iwato, this time I have finally triumphed!”
Susano-o spoke in a tone of poetic triumph: “On the surface, Yoshitsune will certainly sweep across Fusang, completing the great undertaking of a Tenka no Taikun!”
“Congratulations, Honored Deity!”
Wu Ming’s expression remained calm. Susano-o’s eyes flashed with green light, seemingly eager to strike and eliminate the helper after crossing the river, yet ultimately hesitated, unwilling to act.
From Wu Ming, he sensed an unusual mystery and prophecy—an enemy he could never kill, nor penetrate his origins!
Such an enemy was the most terrifying, even deities must tread carefully!
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