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"Mary!"

"Prajna!"

As Kamiyagawa's decree was issued, the atmosphere within the Takamagahara Shrine suddenly became intense.

The space in front of Kamiya was violently torn apart by an invisible force, and a thick, almost tangible, scarlet blood mist surged out, instantly staining a large area. This blood mist carried the pungent, metallic scent of rust mixed with the strange fragrance of incense from an ancient temple. The blood mist churned and rolled like a gigantic, living creature.

Click, click, click.

The crisp, rhythmic tapping of hard-soled boot heels emanated from the depths of the blood mist, each step precisely timed to the intervals between heartbeats, carrying a breathtaking majesty.

“Mary, in front of you.”

The moment the cold voice fell, the tall figure stood still in front of Kamiya River.

On the battlefield, Mary always left Kamiya with only her back turned, and this time was no exception. She still turned her back to him, leaving that solitary and magnificent silhouette as his strongest bulwark.

The red and black gothic dress rippled gently amidst the turbulent energy flow, its intricate lace and ribbons swaying. The churning blood mist now obediently swirled around her, extending naturally downwards from her skirt and upwards from her flowing tiara.

Mary simply stood there, yet the sharp, chilling pressure spread out, forcing back the surrounding deathly aura of the underworld, which was eroding everything, and clearing out a blood-red absolute domain around her.

Almost at the same moment, gentle ripples spread behind Kamiya River.

The air rippled gently like water, carrying the crisp scent of bergamot and the calming aroma of cedar. The figure of Hannya quietly appeared, dressed in a pale purple and white robe, her garments fluttering even without wind. She hovered behind Kamiya River with her hands lightly clasped in a gentle embrace, her feet three inches off the ground, her posture ethereal and graceful.

Three masks, representing her primal power, appeared in response to her call and danced in the air.

On her left shoulder, a grinning face with blue fangs stretched out in a ferocious and mad arc; on her right shoulder, a pale and sorrowful face lowered its eyes and wept. And floating in front of her chest was a Nuo mask with interwoven colors, flowing runes, and radiating a magnificent divine power. The mask was lifelike, bizarre, yet full of divinity.

Behind Prajna, the outlines of countless masks unfolded layer upon layer in the void, transforming into a thousand-faced screen that covered half of the space. Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, demons, ghosts, gods, and humans—all aspects of the world rose and fell within it. This was Prajna's manifestation of divine authority as the guardian and true god of all phenomena, and its very existence proclaimed Prajna's immortal divinity.

"Crush them!"

Kamiya River raised the tail feathers of the sky, the blade pointing directly at the pulsating black torii gate and the white bone shrine.

Crimson blood mist mingled with the fragrance of Buddha's hand citron, the air thick with the mingling of blood and the screeching of massive blades against the floor tiles. The Hundred-Image Screen radiated a dazzling divine light. Without the slightest hesitation, Mary and Hannya, two divine-level shikigami, transformed into two streaks of light, one red and one purple, tearing through the void with overwhelming force, rushing straight towards the filthy passage connecting Ashiya Dōman to the source of the underworld!

"Don't... even think about it..."

Dao Man, who had just straightened his head, mumbled incoherently. The surging death energy of the underworld around him rose up like a boiling asphalt ocean, instantly forming a layered barrier of bones and vengeful spirits several meters high between him and the black torii gate.

Countless pitch-black tentacles formed from death energy danced wildly, their surfaces displaying faces of painful struggle, as they fiercely met Mary's scarlet blade and the ever-changing torrent of masks from Prajna!
boom--! !

Crack!!!!
Mary's exaggerated cleaver pressed down like a blood moon, slashing fiercely at the wall of bones, sending bone fragments and shards of vengeful spirits flying like a torrential rain; Prajna's "smiling face" and "jealous face" alternately clashed, and the majestic "Nuo face" radiated a golden-red divine light that purified all evil. Wherever it passed, the tentacles of death energy melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun, making a "sizzling" sound.

The muffled thud of the giant blade striking and the whistling explosion of the mask erupted simultaneously!

Mary and Prajna's combined attack was highly effective and also a feast for the eyes!
However, such a powerful battle impact was simply too much for the already dilapidated Takamagahara Shrine, which was constantly being eroded by the power of the underworld, to withstand.

Several massive pillars snapped in the middle, and the bas-relief walls collapsed in patches. The fragments, some retaining their pristine purity and others stained with filth, exploded into an uncontrolled rain of meteors amidst the turbulent energy flow, scattering wildly!

And at this moment——

Behind the black torii gate, in the bottomless vortex, the chilling sound of the colossal creature moving suddenly intensified, becoming incredibly clear and dense, as if countless enormous entities composed of pure decay and death were simultaneously awakening and restless in that dark cradle.

"The end..."

"start……"

Izanami's voice, so sweet it chills to the bone and so ethereal it freezes the soul, once again echoed from the depths of the abyss.

dong dong!dong dong!
With that whisper, the black torii gate throbbed at its peak, its dark red veins bulging as if about to burst! A viscous, tangible, and pitch-black power of the underworld, like the waters of the River Styx bursting its banks, surged forth and frantically poured into Ashiya Dōman's body.

Daoman's magnificent white hunting robes billowed wildly, writhing like living things. The dark gold reverse-life runes embroidered on them transformed into flowing, corrosive veins that snaked and crawled across the surface of his robes, even seeping into his skin.

With the blessing of this primal death force, the skeletal barrier in front of Daoman multiplied and mutated wildly. Before Mary's giant blade could touch it, it twisted into a strange angle on its own, bursting up a string of dazzling sparks, leaving only a deep dent, but it was not penetrated.

The all-pervasive impact of Prajna's mask was also tightly entangled, diverted, and neutralized by the death energy tentacles that had grown from Daoman's mutated body—thicker, more flexible, and covered with tiny bone scales.

"Ho...ho..."

The deathly aura of the Yellow Springs continued to surge, and Daoman let out a panting sound that was somewhere between a human wail and a beast's roar.

His once human-like features began to distort and swell, and faint, writhing black shadows flickered beneath the skin of his neck.

The mist covering his face churned wildly like boiling water, no longer a hazy concealment, but more like a struggle, a tangible form of pain. Deep within the mist, a blinding, dark red light relentlessly tore and pierced through the fog, each flash briefly illuminating the horrifying scene beneath—

It wasn't a complete face, but countless tiny, distorted, and extremely painful pale faces. They had no fixed features, only black hole-like mouths screaming silently, and eyes filled with resentment turning wildly. They stuck together, merged and tore apart, densely piled up, squeezed and tried to tear the "face" part out from the inside!
Such a horrifying change sent a chill down the spine even to the well-traveled Kamiya.

He could see clearly that Ashiya Dōman at this moment was less a fallen former ruler of the demons and gods, and more a living vessel that was collapsing and mutating, bearing the endless pain and resentment of the underworld!

At the same time, Kamiya also sensed an extremely familiar yet unsettling energy fluctuation on Ashiya Doman's body, which was on the verge of completely going out of control...

This feeling is unmistakable!
"Get out of the way! Immediately!"

Kamiya's pupils suddenly contracted, and he shouted sharply.

Mary and Hannya, who were still locked in combat with Doman, had absolute trust and tacit understanding with Kamiya's orders. Mary withdrew her giant blade, her figure instantly transforming into a wisp of crimson blood mist and drifting backward; Hannya's Thousand-Faced Screen shimmered with light, enveloping her along with the three masks at its core, and she retreated swiftly!

And in the very next instant after they left—

Ashiya Doman's roar was completely distorted into an inhuman shriek. His mutated body collapsed inward like a dying star before a supernova explosion, tearing and sucking in the surrounding light, death energy, and even space itself into the soon-to-be-born singularity of destruction!
Immediately afterwards——

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked! The stars trembled!
An indescribable destructive energy erupted from the "singularity"! It was the ultimate release of the deathly silence of the underworld and the billions of resentments compressed to the extreme. The pitch-black sphere of destructive light expanded instantly, devouring and annihilating everything in its path!
Fortunately, Kamiyagawa's prediction was accurate and his command was appropriate.

Mary's figure completely merged into the churning blood mist. The surging crimson mist transformed into countless nimble streams the instant the destructive shockwave struck, rapidly flowing and dissipating the force along the gaps in the turbulent energy flow. Although the outer blood mist was severely dispersed and mostly dissolved, the core mist remained condensed and did not suffer any substantial damage.

The Thousand-Faced Screen of Prajna trembled violently under the intense energy surge. Countless outer illusory masks shattered one after another like candles in the wind, turning into countless points of light and dissipating. However, the core Nuo mask, smiling mask, and jealous mask still shone brightly, resonating with each other and guarding the essence.

Before Kamiyagawa himself stood on the Ascension Stairs, the Five-Colored Thunder Tree suddenly grew taller, its thick lightning branches intertwining to form an impenetrable barrier; the clear light of the Heavenly Tail Feathers cut through space, pulling out an arc-shaped light curtain that firmly isolated the aftershocks of destruction!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
But under this destructive impact far exceeding its limits, the already riddled Takamagahara Shrine finally met its irreversible end. The towering pillars supporting the dome snapped one after another like rotten wood, the bas-relief walls peeled away and shattered in patches, and the magnificent domes and eaves that symbolized the authority of the ancient gods of Takamagahara melted in the explosion, leaving only distorted afterimages...

From physical objects to symbols, this temple, which once stood at the pinnacle of the Izumo world, collapsed and vanished completely at this moment.

As the temple crumbled, the boundless and magnificent cosmos outside was completely exposed. Countless enormous fragments of the temple—broken pillars, collapsed walls, and shattered statues—slowly rose, rotated, and floated in weightlessness.

Above the higher dome, billions of stars, some bright and some dim, flowed silently against the backdrop of an eternal night, converging into a dazzling galaxy of light that stretched across the void. These lights, from millions of years ago, were silent, desolate, yet incredibly magnificent, gazing down with an unchanging, icy demeanor at the battle that would determine the fate of the Izumo world.

As the destructive torrent gradually subsided, the scattered fragments of the temple began to float like stardust against the backdrop of the newly revealed vast starry sea—

Kamiya River's figure still stood steadily before the steps leading to the Divine Ascension.

The stone steps beneath his feet shimmered with an undying glow, while the throne high above him remained silently towering. The five-colored lightning coalesced into a series of leaping electric snakes around him, and Zhang Qinghui's Heavenly Tail Feathers were concealed, his sword pointing diagonally.

His golden-patterned haori billowed in the aftershocks of energy, but his body remained perfectly still.

"Gan..."

Even with his extensive experience in battle, Kamiya couldn't help but curse inwardly.

so close……

Ashiya Dōman actually self-destructed?

And the power of the explosion was incredibly strong!
Alright, Daoman! You dare use my methods against me!?
Fortunately, Kamiyagawa himself had rich experience in "self-destruction". Under his proper command and emergency evasion, although the Takamagahara Shrine was destroyed, Mary and Hannya were saved, and the two strategic cores that absolutely could not be lost, the Ascension Staircase and the Takamagahara Throne, were guarded.

"Annihilation..."

"newborn……"

At the epicenter of the explosion, the black torii gate and the white bone shrine still stood, and Izanami's whispers continued in the vortex behind the torii gate, layering like a curse. Just as expected, the fragmented remains of Doman, scattered on the various floating foundation stones, were being reassembled and pieced together under the pull of death energy.

Opportunity! Now is the time!
"Inugami!"

Kamiya's eyes sharpened, and a clear decree suddenly resounded throughout this star-sea ruin!
Roar--! ! !
A violent roar, seemingly transported from the ancient primordial era, forcefully drowned out Izanami's whispers! A colossal beast rose from the shattered foundations of the temple—it was Inugami!
Its body was like a mountain, covered with thick black fur that burned with dark red karmic fire. Its sharp teeth and giant claws gleamed coldly, and beneath the burning fur were faint, illusory dragon scale patterns, showing the extraordinary power it gained after devouring the dragon-serpent god.

The moment this pure, violent beast appeared, it transformed into a meteor of karmic fire that incinerated everything, charging headlong and directly toward the pulsating black torii gate!

Kamiyagawa and his two main shikigami were still recovering from the impact of the explosion, but this pure behemoth of destruction was the strongest fang that broke the deadlock at this moment!
boom--! ! !
The burning behemoth and the filthy torii gate collided with a deafening roar!
Whether it was because the dog god was too ferocious or because the black torii gate was more fragile than imagined, the black building connecting to the underworld shattered amidst the ear-piercing roar of wood and stone breaking apart!

"Success?"

however--

The moment the torii gate shattered, the deep darkness behind it did not dissipate as expected, but instead boiled and expanded violently!
Kamiya Kawa clearly saw that in the deepest part of the surging darkness, a giant eye, as red as congealed poisonous blood and as large as an upside-down palace, was slowly and lazily opening.

Those pupils were over ten feet in diameter, with eerie dark gold patterns flowing across their irises. What was reflected in their eyes was not any specific scene, but a sweet illusion of all things withering away and all sentient beings finally sinking into eternal slumber.

It was both alluring and sinister, yet utterly cold and indifferent, exuding an absolute majesty that surpassed all living beings, silently "gazing" at Kamiya River from the void.

"The end... is the beginning..."

The whispers of Izanami are no longer distant echoes, but resonate directly within this sea of ​​stars.

The darkness behind the broken torii gate did not subside; instead, it seemed to come alive, contracting and coalescing inward. Within the surging chaos, a sliver of eerie crimson light pierced through, a light that was neither warm nor holy, but rather carried a poignant and ominous beauty, like the embers of a catastrophe.

The fading light trails clung and outlined, gradually sketching a massive, alluring, and inhuman silhouette in the void beneath the vast starry sea.

The figure, stretching out in the chaos, had its hair entwined with quietly burning purple flames and fragments of broken nebulae. Ripples of indistinct reality spread from its lower body, vaguely revealing the elegance and eeriness of a giant fish's long tail.

Where His fingertips touched, shattered fragments of light danced; in His arms, waist, and neck, countless dark dragon shadows, formed from the utmost filth and death, coiled intimately yet chillingly.

However... those were not real dragons, but billions of maggots from the underworld, stuck together, entangled, and still wriggling slightly. Under the unification of some supreme will, they were aggregated into a twisted and ferocious dragon shape, with viscous darkness seeping out between the opening and closing of their scales.

"Annihilation...is the beginning of new life..."

The figure stood quietly behind the reassembled Ashiya Michiman, not yet fully clear, and had not yet made any real move.

But His very existence has dimmed and made this sea of ​​stars tremble.

The will of Izanami, the mother goddess of the underworld, cast her despairing silhouette across this starry sky through the shattered passage. (End of Chapter)