I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

Before he had time to think, Xinghan was shocked by the changes around him. He realized that he was at the center of this strange storm.

The indigo gas vortices around it were like twisted space-time tunnels, constantly surging and circling in the air.

In the center of these vortices, the faces of people he was familiar with were reflected—

They are his parents, his friends, and the people he once loved deeply.

Their faces twisted and changed in the vortex, as if they were experiencing endless pain and torture.

Those familiar voices came out from the vortex, looming. Some were screaming, their voices full of fear and despair; some were shouting, their voices revealing endless anger and unwillingness; some were sweet and gentle, and their faces were so blurry at first, like a cloud of fog.

But in this terrifying atmosphere, it looks weird and creepy.

These sounds intertwined together to form an indescribable melody of horror, which caused Xinghan to feel a strong sense of unease in his heart.

Soon, the clouds became clear and the faces of his closest people appeared.

His mother's face was distorted, her eyes were full of fear, and she screamed, "Shuai, run! Leave this place!" Her voice was shrill and desperate, as if she was experiencing endless torture.

A trace of sadness flashed in Xinghan's eyes, and he responded loudly: "Mom, what are you talking about? Where are you now?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his mother's face suddenly became hideous, as if she was killed by some force. Her screams disappeared instantly, and her face twisted and dissipated in the vortex.

Soon after, his good friend appeared with a ferocious face, shouting: "Xiao Su, this is a trap! You can't fall into it!" His voice was full of anger and unwillingness.

Xinghan clenched his teeth, his eyes gleaming with determination: "I know, brother, I will handle it carefully!"

But at the same time, the friend's face quickly became blurred, as if it was swallowed up by a powerful force, and finally disappeared completely in the vortex.

Then, the girl he once loved deeply appeared. Her face was still sweet and gentle, but her eyes were deep and profound, which Xinghan had never seen before. She whispered softly, "Hi, you are here so early! Do you still remember the promise we made together? You have to live on for our future."

Xinghan's heart trembled, and he was about to respond, but he suddenly noticed that behind her, there was a figure standing who looked strange but very familiar to him. The man was wearing a star robe, and there seemed to be endless stars flowing above his head, and his whole body was emitting an extremely glorious light. Xinghan's eyes widened. He was sure that he had never seen this person before, but an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

The man slowly spoke, and said something that Xinghan did not understand at all. He heard it, but could not understand it... Every word was profound and difficult to understand, as if it contained the secrets of the universe. Xinghan tried hard to listen, but could only catch fragments, and his heart was full of confusion.

However, the man did not explain, but just smiled and nodded, then his figure flashed, turned into a dazzling light, and disappeared into the air.

Looking at the direction where the light disappeared, he suddenly realized that those familiar faces and voices gave him strength and courage.

The real path needs to be walked by yourself.

If he didn't work hard now and take action now, Xinghan knew that the result would be destruction.

He silently recited those familiar names in his heart, feeling the power surging from deep within his heart. Although these names and faces had disappeared from his sight, their love and expectations were like an inextinguishable flame, burning in his heart.

"We are no longer people of the same world." Xinghan murmured to himself. Although his relatives disappeared in the smoke, he was still full of strength. He hoped that he could survive and firmly believed that this was the case.

This power surged in Xinghan's body, making his fingertips feel as if they were burned by a warm flame and gaining strength. Xinghan clenched his fists and felt refreshed.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

As the crisp sound echoed in his ears, he felt as if the invisible chains binding him were broken in an instant.

The sound was like the breaking of thousand-year-old ice, or the roar of a sleeping dragon waking up, shaking his soul.

"Roar! Have you awakened already? It's not that easy to win! Human life is as impermanent as cherry blossoms, wake up!" The clear male voice echoed in Xinghan's ears, full of provocation and disdain.

Xinghan paused for a moment, then turned around and looked towards the direction where the sound came from. There, a figure in a black robe gradually emerged from the mist, with a stern face and sharp eyes. He was surrounded by indigo mist, like a twisting snake, and was unclear and mysterious.

"Who are you?" Xinghan asked in a deep voice. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from the other party. This was definitely not an ordinary opponent.

"Humph, you don't need to know my name." The clear male voice sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm, "You only need to know that I am the one who will judge you."

Xinghan sneered. This strange storm undoubtedly indicated that every battle was a life-and-death contest. He could not relax at all and had to concentrate on meeting the upcoming challenges.

"Then let me see your strength!" Xinghan shouted, he could lose anything but not his momentum.

"Let's start, stop talking nonsense!" Following the words of the clear male voice, an area shining with silver light appeared in the air.

Like an independent space, Xinghan's heart turned cold, his thoughts flashed, and a ray of light rose into the air and penetrated into that space.

It turned into a little man of similar shape to him, with a head, hands, and feet complete, but the facial features could not be seen clearly, as if he was wearing a mask.

On the opposite side, there was also a little man, wearing a black robe, with the white exposed part like his chest, and his hands open to both sides of his body, looking very cool.

The two figures were facing each other, just like... a battle between two little paper figures. Oh, right! Aren't these figures similar to the little paper figures in the courtyard?

“So that’s how it is!” Xinghan already knew in his heart that what he was seeing now was not the real body of the Yamata no Orochi, but perhaps an illusion projected over, or perhaps a clone formed by a strand of his spiritual power…

The two fought in the air in the form of "little paper figures". Every confrontation caused waves of phantom ripples. The light and shadow in that area changed, as if they were exchanging moves.

Xinghan felt that his thoughts had turned into moves, everything was happening incredibly fast, and everything seemed so unreal.

During the fight, the realm of time was layered and constantly changing, and it seemed to be light years away.

The two figures crossed in the air, punching each other, and every collision made a deafening sound. Xinghan could feel the opponent's moves were fierce and swift, but he did not show weakness and went all out in every attack.

"Humph, you really have some skills." The clear male voice suddenly said, "But this is not enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure in the black robe suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Xinghan. He raised his hand and waved it, and a sharp airflow attacked Xinghan's back.

"A sneak attack? Very good!" Xinghan thought angrily in his heart.