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Kamiyagawa's offensive was like a whirlwind, relentless and unstoppable!
He took the lead, his twin swords weaving together lightning and radiance that tore through the starry sky, each strike precisely targeting the nodes where the power of the Izanami projection flowed.

The dog god, with its savage body and the karmic fire that burns away filth, launches the most ferocious head-on collisions and bites; Mary's blood mist surges again, and within the mist, the slender dress and the huge blade dance endlessly, cutting and corroding the massive black shadow from all angles; the thousand-faced screen of Hannya rotates incessantly, sometimes suppressing the death aura with the mask of divine power, and sometimes interfering with its will with the mask of emotion.

The gods of Takamagahara wielded different powers in battle, but under the unified will of Kamiyagawa, they coalesced into an invincible and terrifying force, like four intersecting spears, firmly aimed at the enormous black shadow beneath the starry sea that was rapidly becoming illusory and whose power was dissipating like the receding tide.

This fierce attack was highly effective.

Izanami's massive body trembled violently under the relentless onslaught, large swaths of nebulous light extinguished, and the viscous death aura surrounding her thinned and became disordered.

However, the majesty of the Yellow Springs Mother Goddess cannot be trifled with.

Even with her power waning, Izanami's counterattack remained terrifying. High above, her crimson eyes shone brightly, freezing and shattering the space around her like glass. The black dragons coiling around her howled and spewed black, murky breath that corroded the very essence of all things. Her fishtail-like lower body lashed out, and the ethereal ripples transformed into a destructive wave that surged towards Kamiyagawa and the others!
The battle between the two sides continued fiercely and locked in a stalemate.

Although Kamiyagawa's side had the upper hand and pressed forward step by step, they also had to pay a corresponding price for every bit of Izanami's strength they lost.

Mary's blood mist and Prajna's mask evaporated and shattered again in large quantities under the breath of the Mother Goddess. After being exhausted so many times, they had begun to damage their essence.

Inugami's body was covered with several deep, bone-revealing wounds, shrouded in deathly aura; even Kamiyagawa's golden-patterned haori was torn apart by spatial rifts, leaving a bloodstain shrouded in icy death on his right hand, which held Futsu-no-Mitama.

However, the gods of Takamagahara, led by Kamiya, did not retreat even a step.

Because the aura of the Izanami projection is sliding into a trough at an even faster speed!

And just as the balance of power was about to tilt completely—

"Creation...destruction...new life..."

Izanami's sweet voice, like an ancient funeral dirge, slid down from the sky.

Hiss—!
The space behind Kamiya and his group was as if it had been violently torn open by a pair of invisible giant hands, revealing a hideous crack with filthy dark light flowing from its edges!
“You all…must witness with me…”

Before the words were finished, the two thickest and most ferocious black dragons coiled around Izanami's neck and waist—

They are formed by the extreme compression and twisting of countless maggots from the underworld, with jagged bony spurs on their surface, and each "scale" is a collection of countless suffering faces.

The two black dragons suddenly raised their heads and let out a soul-shaking roar. Then, like two filthy lightning bolts tearing through space and time, they filed into the spatial rift!

Kamiya's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind!

He could clearly sense that the space torn open by Izanami was the "one-man fight" absolute domain leading to Tengu and Ashiya Dōman, and the unique aura of Tengu's domain within that rift was being brutally corrupted and torn apart by the power of the underworld!
Before this, no enemy that had fought Kamiya had ever been able to directly affect Tengu's "Absolute Territory," but now it was Izanami who made the move... It seems not entirely impossible that the Mother Goddess of the Underworld would forcibly intervene at the cost of her own core power.

The situation with Wu Tiangou is probably not good.

With this thought in mind, Kamiya immediately ordered Tengu to abandon any further delaying of Ashiya Dōman and retreat directly to the main battlefield.

However, perhaps due to the overwhelming power of Izanami's intervention, the space of Tengu's "Absolute Territory" was excessively distorted, and for a moment, Kamiya was unable to sense Tengu's presence through the shikigami link.

Then, the spatial rift was stretched wider and wider by an invisible force until it finally collapsed and disintegrated completely.

Boom!

After a loud bang, the first thing thrown out of the collapsing spatial rift was a mangled body.

The white hunting robe, the head completely separated from the body, the headless torso and the rolled head covered with countless deep grooves from axe blows and fine cuts from black feathers—

It was Ashiya Michiman.

Immediately afterwards——

Roar--! ! !
A roar, a mixture of extreme madness and destructive desire, exploded from the depths of the spatial rift, and a massive, pitch-black dragon shadow, so large it filled the rift, burst forth from it!
It was one of the two black dragons that had previously invaded the Tengu's territory.

Its massive body was shrouded in thick, boiling death energy, its terrifying dragon head held high. On its remaining half of face, a gaping maw, like a black hole, roared violently, spewing out foul breath that corroded the void. Its thick dragon body twisted and thrashed wildly, each movement stirring up destructive energy turbulence.

However, in the next second, the wildly dancing black dragon's remains suddenly stiffened, as if all its support had been removed, and it collapsed with a bang. The countless Yellow Spring maggots that made up its body fell off and scattered wildly, disintegrating inch by inch and turning into filthy black ash that floated all over the sky!

The black dragon's ferocious posture just now was merely a violent counterattack before its death.

The figure that truly secured the victory only emerged from the shadow of the not-yet-completely-dissipated crack.

The black dragon head, which had lost its vitality and was slowly turning to ash and dissipating, was seen firmly planted on one foot.

His mountain axe attire was torn in many places, his black wings on his back were slightly disheveled, with many feathers broken and stained with blood, and even stained with dirty dark color. His arm holding the huge axe was trembling slightly due to exhaustion, and a deep crack had been added to his mask.

However, the tengu's back remained perfectly straight.

Clang!
The axes and halberds hummed.

The Tengu raised its head and stared directly at Izanami, who stood under the starry sky. Through the crack in the mask, its eyes were as sharp as tempered stars, its fighting spirit burning fiercely and undiminished!

The remains of the two black dragons, and Ashiya Dōman's severed head lying to the side, all foreshadowed the final outcome of this "one-man space"—

The Tengu won.

Even though Izanami intervened at all costs, Kamiyagawa's blades stubbornly cut down all the invading enemies, thus fulfilling his mission.

However, this glorious victory instantly provoked the most terrifying counterattack.

"All existence...is born from the nurturing cradle of the nest..."

"All existence... will be fairly returned to the embrace of the destruction of the nest..."

Why are you so...stubborn?

Izanami's voice, which suddenly became high-pitched and icy, resounded throughout the starry sea.

As He spoke, His enormous body, which had dimmed considerably and was almost transparent, suddenly vaporized and dissipated like water vapor! At the same time, the magnificent star vortexes and bands of light in the starry sky were simultaneously extinguished as if by an invisible giant hand, plunging the entire battlefield into absolute, all-consuming darkness!

hum-

The deathly aura of the Yellow Springs, which had already been weakened by more than half, now seemed to be in a final burst of energy, filling every inch of space in an incomprehensible way!
It was no longer a flowing aura, but had transformed into the darkness itself, as if Izanami, having lost her physical form, was omnipresent and all-pervasive.

Kamiyagawa, Mary, Hannya, Inugami, and Tengu on the battlefield were instantly enveloped and bound by this viscous, liquid-like darkness!

Even Kamiya, who possessed two divine bones, felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation at this moment, as if countless cold, slippery hands were reaching out from the darkness, pulling at his limbs, choking his throat, and eroding his soul!

In the midst of absolute darkness and suffocation, a face suddenly loomed close to Kamiyagawa...

It's Ashiya Dōman, who is being revived!

His face, which should have been a jagged collection of countless painful expressions due to the erosion of the Yellow Springs power, underwent an extremely brief and bizarre peeling away in the chaotic moment between his impending death and rebirth, like a sand painting scattered by a raging wind.

Beneath that twisted and writhing appearance, a pale and ordinary human face belonging to Ashiya Dōman himself appeared in a fleeting glimpse.

That face showed neither the madness of depravity nor the malevolence of the Mother Goddess's blessing, but only a bottomless pain solidified for a thousand years, and... a trace of extremely faint, yet exceptionally clear, clarity!

Just like the fleeting look in his eyes when Kamiya first used the Heavenly Tail Feather to sever Dōman's head at the beginning of the battle.

But... this is bad.

Following this clarity was an energy fluctuation that Kamiya was intimately familiar with—a sign that compressed everything to the extreme, about to trigger utter annihilation!

Daoman is about to self-destruct again!

Moreover, this time, it was in the absolute darkness that was completely tainted by the power of Izanami, and in the state where Kamiyagawa was tightly bound by darkness, as if trapped in amber and unable to break free!

Again! ?
Kamiyagawa's mind raced, instantly analyzing the battle situation—

Even Izanami, having nearly exhausted its strength in the previous battle and forcibly intervened in the Tengu's battle by separating its core from the two black dragons, is likely at its last gasp. This all-encompassing darkness and this desperate "self-destruction" are probably its final, and most insane, gamble.

After Doman's self-destruction this time, there will likely be no more Yomi power to "revive" him, and having exhausted all Izanami projections, he will inevitably be completely banished to the depths of the "Ruins" seal...

Objectively speaking, if Kamiyagawa had actually perished here with the former demon king Ashiya Dōman and repelled Izanami's attack at the same time... it would not have been shameful at all, but rather a heroic and tragic act, enough to leave the most tragic chapter in the mythological epic of Izumo.

But Kamiya cannot die.

The world of Izumo needs him to compose new laws.

If he is gone, the seals of both "Ruins" will collapse in the foreseeable future, and the projection of the Divine Nest will spread throughout Izumo, thus destroying Izumo.

Then all the previous efforts will have been in vain!

At this critical moment that would determine life or death—

"Woo-hum-hum!"

A desolate, distant conch shell sound pierced through the absolute darkness created by Izanami without warning.

Standing only up to Kamiyagawa's waist, the small figure with short blue hair quietly appeared as the horn sounded.

Whale.

The little whale pressed his lips together, his azure eyes struggling to suppress his instinctive fear. He gripped the enormous conch shell, which radiated a warm blue light, in one hand, and held the scepter, which exuded the powerful might of the sea god, in the other. He took a deep breath and blew the conch shell once more!
Ugh!
Several enormous whale skeletons, as large as mountains and composed of pale giant bones with their eye sockets burning with ghostly blue soul fire, emerged from the void behind him like floating undead warships.

The vast ocean and the divine power of reincarnation transformed into a tangible azure purifying wave, beginning to wash away the viscous darkness sweeping around!

Almost simultaneously, dreamlike pink and purple ripples appeared in the darkness.

The tall and graceful Dream Eater stepped into the battlefield from the dream. Her slender fingers plucked at the invisible strings of a zither, and the intangible and gentle power of the dream quietly spread, permeating, soothing, and attempting to "weave" this terrifying dark realm.

The last two divine powers that remained in Yomotsu Hirasaka and the Dark Side of the Moon—the Whale and the Baku—responded to Kamiya's call and came to his side.

Compared to the other Takamagahara gods who had fought several battles, the little whale and the little tapir were still in their prime.

However, in the face of Izanami's last stand, the purification wave of the whale and the dream power of the Baku overlapped several times, but it was like clear water thrown into an inkwell and a glimmer of light shining into an abyss, barely creating a small "safe zone" around Kamiyagawa and his group, which could be crushed at any moment.

Even so, Kamiyagawa was still unable to shake off Ashiya Doman, who was clinging to him like a leech, and the destructive energy within the latter had reached its peak!
Having briefly caught their breath, Mary and the other Takamagahara deities' first instinct was to risk their lives to save Kamiyagawa. However, through their close spiritual connection, aside from the Baku, Kamiyagawa's clear and resolute command echoed simultaneously in their minds:

"Disrupt Izanami! Buy her time, even a single breath!"

The gods of Takamagahara never questioned Kamiyagawa's decisions.

Without the slightest hesitation, and disregarding their own critically injured state, Mary's blood mist, Hannya's mask, Inugami's karmic fire, Tengu's axe and black feathers, and Kujira's skeleton whale horde, like moths to a flame, used their last strength to fiercely rush towards the Izanami will that permeated the surroundings and transformed into darkness itself.

Kamiyagawa himself has already made the final decision.

Use that one...

"firefly!"

He shouted.

"Huh~"

The Dream Eater was the first to respond. Her body suddenly blazed with a dreamlike light, and within the light, two figures materialized slowly. This was the Dream Eater's [Dream Storage] ability. After ascending to godhood, the Dream Eater could even pull a god who did not resist excessively into the dream world she controlled in physical form for "temporary storage."

Swish!
A slender red thread suddenly shot out from one of the figures enveloped in the rainbow light of the Baku's dream, and at the critical moment, it precisely wrapped around Ashiya Doman, who was about to self-destruct.

The hazy light faded, and the figures became clear.

One of them was Onizuka Kiri Hotaru, with a determined look in her eyes, holding the "Chihiburi Bow" made of countless red threads intertwined; while the other figure was Suzuhiko-hime, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a beautiful face but an empty expression.

At this moment, the red thread shot out by Onizuka was wrapped around Ashiya Dōman at one end and tied to Suzuhiko-hime's wrist at the other end.

"Ashiya Dōman and the original Suzuhiko-hime...maybe they were lovers."

Kamiyagawa always kept in mind the deduction that Satoru had made.

The red rope, piercing through the thick darkness, swayed and then straightened. Suzuhiko-hime seemed to awaken from a deep dream, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her empty gaze falling on Ashiya Dōman, whose true face was vaguely emerging, bound by the red rope and frozen in a brief moment.

Her lips moved.

Then, just as Kamiya had anticipated, the question that had pierced through the long passage of time echoed clearly in the deathly darkness:

"Daoman..."

"Have you... really thought about this..."

"Why, then, do you want to ascend to the throne of the gods in Takamagahara?" (End of Chapter)