I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 388 Beheading

Despite Shuten-dōji's panicked escape and terrified appearance, the jade mountain he casually pressed down was no ordinary object.

This mountain was obtained after he asked the Nine-Headed Dragon to use his great power to refine the sacred Mount Mimei, where the deity resides, and it is blessed by the fortune of heaven and earth.

Although its offensive power is not as great as that of a magic weapon, it is indestructible and is blessed with the earth's energy and fortune. When it is unleashed with magic power, it locks onto the target's energy, leaving no way to dodge. It is as if the entire Mount Yuming is lifted up and smashed down on someone, making it most suitable for suppression.

boom!
As Jade Mountain rose into the air, it grew taller with the wind, transforming into a majestic mountain in the blink of an eye, completely unlike the small hill just now, truly possessing the imposing presence of Mount Tai pressing down upon it.

Shuten-dōji fought desperately.

"Run, Higashino!"

Chun Yuan tugged at Dong Ye Yu's sleeve, but she was seriously injured and powerless. Even Dong Ye Yu, whose golden core had not yet been fully developed, could not budge her.

"Fool, idiot, what will happen to His Highness if you die?"

She cursed loudly, looking anxiously at the jade mountain that was hurtling towards her. If it had been a jade mountain like this that had been hurtling towards her, even with the help of Inaho-hime's divine artifact, she would probably have been crushed to death in a single moment.

Although this foolish fox's magic weapon is the sharpest I have ever seen in my life, I'm afraid it will be difficult to withstand the suppression of a divine mountain. What should I do?
Chunyuan struggled to get up, but Dongye Yu pressed him to the ground.

However, she was restless and even when she was so anxious that she vomited blood, she still grabbed Dongye Yu's sleeve to get up.

"Your internal energy and magical power are in such a mess, why don't you quickly regulate your breathing and heal your injuries?"

Chun Yuan tilted her head back, her dark eyebrows raised, and her peach blossom eyes turned into fierce phoenix eyes.

Higashino Yu then explained softly.

"This magic weapon was originally given to an elder of my friend by a Grand Luo Immortal, Pure Yang Zhenren, from the Eastern Heavenly Court. That elder then gave it to my friend, who later lent it to me. Its origin is extraordinary. This Shuten-dōji is only a Earth Immortal. Killing him only requires one sword."

As a native of Shenzhou, Dongye Yu fully believed in Chunyang Zhenren's reputation and strength. As the peak of the Eight Immortals' combat power, let alone Shuten-dōji, even if his father came, it would only be a matter of cutting him down one more time.

"The Pure Yang Immortal?"

Chun Yuan looked confused. She had initially trained in Shikoku and had traveled to some regions of the island nation. Because of her love for drinking, she had caused a lot of trouble and even offended the gods.

Later, she was rescued by Inaho-hime and followed her to Edo. After becoming the Imperial Inari, she basically guarded the gods and patrolled the sacred grounds, and never went out again.

Although I had heard of Shenzhou and knew that there were many immortals and gods there, I had only heard about it in general terms and had never been there. So I didn't know which gods and immortals there were.

I've never heard of the name Chunyang Zhenren before, but he seems to be a very powerful deity.
"What? Haven't you heard the story of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea?"

Higashino Yu frowned. A hurricane raged behind him, bringing with it a heart-pounding, overwhelming sense of gravity, as if the world were collapsing.

He turned around abruptly and saw that Mount Mimei was already within reach!

The mountain peak pierced through the rolling clouds, soaring into the invisible sky. The massive mountain blocked out much of the sunlight, casting a shadow of death.

From a distance, its movement seemed to possess the inherent slowness of mountains, but now that it was close at hand, its speed was despairing.

Higashino Yu had never seen such a shocking scene in his past and present lives. For a short time, he could only think of the scene when the Olympus crashed when he played Call of Duty 13.

The air was compressed to the point of bursting with unbearable force, and space itself was distorted and deformed under its pressure.

"My lord is mighty! That fox demon cannot be stopped!"

The absolute pressure emanating from the sacred mountain acted like a stabilizing force, instantly calming the hearts of the demons who had just been scattered by the true sword.

Shuten-dōji's long-accumulated terrifying aura once again prevailed, and the fear in the eyes of the demons was replaced by fanaticism.

"Beneath the sacred mountain, all has turned to minced meat!"

Tiger Bear Boy and Golden Bear Boy seemed to see the scene of Higashino Yu being suppressed and killed on the spot, and roared to cheer for this world-destroying blow.

Only Ibaraki-dōji and Hoshiguma-dōji were nowhere to be found.

Ignoring the clamor of these demons, Dongye Yu looked up and carefully examined the giant peak before him, silently reciting the "Qingjing Jing" (a Buddhist scripture), his mind as clear as a mirror.

To observe the swordplay of this legendary immortal is blasphemous, even the slightest thought would be disrespectful. To learn even a single move would be immensely beneficial. Just as the shadow of that divine mountain, seemingly capable of crushing stars, was about to completely engulf Dongye Yu—

The real sword hanging above his head seemed to have a life of its own, and it "breathed" once very slightly.

Buzz.
It was not a loud sound, but a deep, pulsating sound, as if it came from the very source of creation.

The silvery light instantly receded, its inner strength reaching its peak, transforming into a tiny speck of light, even smaller than a speck of dust.

The entire spirit palace of Mount Ooe, along with the howling divine mountain, the clamorous demons, the burning true fire, and the scarlet blood moon.
All light, sound, and even time itself were forcibly paused by this "breathing"!
The wind, howling, roaring, and light and shadow all vanished, replaced by absolute, suffocating silence!

Higashino Yu could not hear any sound; his five senses seemed to have been stripped away, and he could only vaguely feel a strange, heaven-and-earth rhythm reverberating deep within his soul.

This feeling is elusive, like a fish swimming in water—you can sense it, but you can never quite grasp it.

Opportunity!

Dongye Yu realized something and focused all his mind to perceive the rhythm—it was not wind and thunder, nor tides, but the resounding sound of sword intent itself resonating on the Great Dao.

found it!
hum!
Just as Dongye Yu's mind captured that core of rhythm, a sword cry, clear and ethereal to the extreme, resounded without warning deep into the soul of every living being!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no blinding burst of light.

Higashino Yu suddenly looked up, and the scene reflected in his pupils was enough to overturn any conventional understanding:

The colossal, indestructible, and world-destroying Mount Mimei, as it drew ever closer to the barely perceptible glimmer of light, seemed to be gradually entering an untouchable realm—

Like fragile ice crystals thrown into a scorching furnace, or like a sand fortress submerged by the tide.

The entire majestic sacred mountain, along with the vast divine power of Shuten-dōji gathered upon it and the overwhelming aura of heaven and earth suppressing all things, vanished in an instant, silently and completely, into countless tiny specks, smaller than the finest flour—

Powder!

To put it simply, it's like a whole log falling into a wood shredder, except this shredder doesn't make any noise while shredding.

The spirit of a mountain, imbued with the essence of heaven and earth, vanished in silence in an instant.

The wind, I don't know when it will stop.

Light was cut into countless fragments.

Through the dust particles so fine they were almost invisible to the naked eye, and in the dim, dim light that could hardly be called moonlight anymore, Higashino Yu saw the demon that had been roaring wildly just moments before, as if it had been choked.

Upon closer inspection, their expressions were frozen in fervor, while a deathly stillness lingered deep in their eyes.

Shuten-dōji, who had already escaped to the castle tower and was about to leave through the scroll of the Mount Ōe Spirit Mansion hanging on the altar, froze, turned around in horror, and his courage and arrogance as a god completely solidified and shattered at this moment.

All that remained was unbelievable astonishment and a shiver that ran deep in one's soul!
The sword aura left behind by the Pure Yang Master did not slash at mountains, but at "existence" itself.

Its divine power lies in its absolute transcendence that regards the fate of heaven and earth as nothing, and in its nonchalant annihilation of everything!

Shuten-dōji knew that such a being was beyond his reach and dared not look any further. He suddenly came to his senses and was about to pass through the painting and take a step forward when he was shocked to find that he was falling to the floor as if he had lost control of his body.

My vision spun around for a while before finally coming to a stop against a pillar.

His gaze fixed on the headless body frozen before the scroll, and the scroll itself, which was stained with the gushing divine blood and carried the spirit palace of Mount Ojiang, was somehow cut in two and drifted down.

what happened?

Shuten-dōji was stunned at first, then realized that he had been beheaded again.

Regardless of the deathly silence and rapidly dissipating divine soul, the mountain god's seal already covered in cracks, or the body that was completely undetectable and had begun to turn into rain of light, he understood one thing.

The most terrible calamity that he had inflicted on all things in this world for thousands of years—death—has now befallen him.

There is no chance of recovery this time.

(End of this chapter)