Vanguards of the War of Resistance! Let's travel back in time together, classmates!

324 Journey to the East, Part 19

Shangguan Yun was far away and only saw several golden lightning bolts break through the blood-red space with lightning speed, obliterating the golden core phantoms that were fighting.

Affected by this, all the surrounding souls, including the white-robed elder, were like ice blocks encountering the scorching sun. Before they could even scream, they turned into hundreds of clouds of bloody mist, their souls scattered.

Meanwhile, Yata no Kagami, who was fighting against the Ame-no-Murakumo no Tsurugi, was not struck by the lightning, but was greatly weakened due to the loss of the support of the souls.

The Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi was overjoyed and seized the opportunity to energize itself, tightly binding the Yata no Kagami and pulling it toward its own body.

The Yata no Kagami lost its spiritual light, followed by a mournful cry. Its body rapidly spun and shrank, eventually becoming a two-inch-sized disc that flew to the side of the Kusanagi Sword with a whoosh. It then embedded itself perfectly into a circular groove on the side of the Kusanagi Sword, becoming one with it.

Shangguan Yun was stunned. What was going on? Were these two family members? How did they combine like Transformers while fighting?

However, this was not the time to study these things. The Kusanagi Sword let out a clear cry, full of joy, and then quickly circled around a radius of a thousand feet, absorbing all the blood-red energy scattered between heaven and earth, including the energy formed by the shattered souls.

Then, with another clear cry, it flew back to Shangguan Yun's side, circled twice, returned to Shangguan Yun's body, entered the system's weapon inventory, and went into a pleasant hibernation.

The Yata Mirror was obediently embedded in the groove of the Ame-no-Murakumo sword, emitting wisps of black and white energy. The previous blood-red color had disappeared, and the current color seemed to be a normal white.

With the Yata Mirror subdued, the crimson hue of the world was swept away, and the chaotic demon realm disappeared.

At this moment, Shangguan Yun finally returned to normal surroundings and turned around to look at everything around him.

It was still dark, and the ground was in disarray. The corpses of dozens of Iga sect cultivators lay scattered about, some mutilated and others long since reduced to ashes.

The entire Ise Grand Shrine was almost completely destroyed in the war. Looking around, there was not a single intact building left, and thick smoke was still billowing from many places.

It's pitiful that the once mighty Iga Sect, with its thousand-year history and status as a leader in the cultivation world of Japan, was wiped out in the blink of an eye simply because it offended a superhuman. Even its mountain gate was demolished. It was truly a tragic end.

Shangguan Yun sneered, mobilizing his magical power to stabilize his inner energy, and scanned the surroundings with his divine sense. Far outside the Ise Grand Shrine, a large number of police officers and gang members had already sealed off the entire shrine, but no one dared to enter rashly, as if they were waiting for someone.

This is a sect's territory, and ordinary law enforcement officers dare not enter. The common people are even more terrified and no one dares to make a move. They can only wait for the people from the cultivation world to arrive before they can do anything else.

Shangguan Yun knew that the matter here had probably alarmed many people, and it was not advisable to stay in such a troublesome place. After taking one last look at the battlefield, he took a small black cloth bag from the Grand Elder's mummified corpse into his hand, then rode a paper crane and headed west in a streak of light.

However, what he didn't notice was that the heart lock around his neck flickered slightly before returning to stillness.

In an unknown sea, within an underwater palace, a Taoist priest in black sat cross-legged. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Hehe... His power has grown even stronger. It seems Qingping has a deep connection with him. Following that kid might be the right thing to do... Hehe... Is it fate...? I don't believe it, otherwise I wouldn't be living here..."

At the same time, a faint "crack" sound rang out in the void. The black-clad Taoist looked at the seal, whose cracks were gradually increasing, and burst into laughter again.

"Haha...at most a hundred years...you mustn't disappoint me..."

The Japanese archipelago stretches for thousands of kilometers from south to north, with Hokkaido at the head and Ryukyu at the tail.

At this moment, a slight tremor occurred throughout the entire Japanese archipelago. The locals were already accustomed to such tremors and were not surprised by them.

However, all cultivators sensed something amiss, including the reduction of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the vibration of the dragon vein, and the cracks appearing in the protective shield of the nation's destiny.

Some people didn't take it seriously, but several cultivators were immediately shocked and got up to head towards the scene of the incident.

The authorities remained tight-lipped about what happened in Nagoya, only saying that the shrine had accidentally caught fire, destroying many buildings and killing many sleeping staff members, and that the scene had been sealed off.

The cultivation sects, however, were different. They all sent out cultivators to investigate and see what was going on.

At the same time, what was happening here also instilled fear in them, forcing them to think of the worst-case scenario.

The night passed quickly, and the people continued their ordinary lives. The police and military police stood guard at their posts meticulously, and the dilapidated shrine welcomed the new sunrise.

The rooster crows at dawn, and the first light of day is still faint.

A moment later, several streaks of light flashed across the dark sky, and several cultivators landed on the battlefield they had just left. They cautiously released their divine senses, scanning everything around them, before dispersing to search for something.

A quarter of an hour later, the group gathered from all sides, shook their heads, and then rode their flying swords, disappearing instantly into the north.

A while later, another group of people landed on the ruins, doing what the monks before them had done, and soon turned and left.