155. The Great God Yamata no Orochi (Second Update—Please Subscribe)

“The Chinese martial artist has reached the Four Islands!”

“He has already slain the Yagyu Ancestor and burned the Yagyu Sect to the ground!”

“He is heading toward the shrine with his pet!”

“Everyone, go and stop him!”

“He is far too arrogant! We must kill him and never let him leave our great Japanese nation!”

As Chen Fengyun flew toward the shrine, news of him had already spread among Japan’s martial arts experts. Numerous warriors began gathering at the shrine, including several martial grandmasters and even the last remaining martial arts supreme grandmaster in Japan.

“Chinese man, get down here and accept your death!”

The moment Chen Fengyun arrived outside the Japanese shrine, a large crowd of martial artists began shouting provocations from below.

“Earth Dragon, continue your feast.”

Without another word, Chen Fengyun summoned the Earth Dragon and sent it down. It could kill and eat as it pleased; after all, none of these Japanese martial artists were its match.

Chen Fengyun himself flew toward several martial grandmasters. At their center stood a martial arts supreme grandmaster, a man in his sixties or seventies. Although his vitality was somewhat stronger than that of the Yagyu Ancestor, he was still utterly insignificant in Chen Fengyun’s eyes.

“Today, I intend to destroy this shrine. Are you going to stop me?”

Chen Fengyun stated his purpose plainly, then shouted.

“You are extraordinarily powerful. We cannot stop you. Please, go ahead.”

To his surprise, the martial arts supreme grandmaster shook his head and stepped aside. The other martial artists followed suit, clearing a path toward the shrine.

“Hmph. Whatever scheme you are plotting, even if this shrine is a den of dragons and tigers, I will enter it today.”

Chen Fengyun knew that their behavior meant some tremendous threat lay within the shrine, but he still marched in without hesitation, taking the Earth Dragon with him.

Perhaps because they knew a fierce battle was about to erupt inside, the shrine was completely deserted when Chen Fengyun entered. Yet through his spiritual sense, he could detect a sinister aura flowing within.

There was nothing unusual about the shrine itself. It merely enshrined countless memorial tablets. Some belonged to illustrious figures from Japanese history, while others commemorated war criminals from the Second World War.

The farther inward Chen Fengyun went, the more famous the figures being worshiped became, including notorious war criminals from the Second World War. At the same time, the sinister aura grew increasingly dense.

“Boom…”

Suddenly, when Chen Fengyun reached the depths of the shrine, the scene around him changed with a thunderous roar. It transformed into a hellish realm of slaughter, where countless spirits wailed in agony.

Chen Fengyun examined them carefully and discovered that most were Chinese, while some were Europeans and Americans. They were evidently the spirits the Japanese had brought back during the Second World War, just as the Yagyu Ancestor had described.

The ones managing these spirits were the figures worshiped within the Japanese shrines. Leading them were the legendary Hundred Demons of Japan. Each was like a king, ruling over countless spirits.

“Chinese man, how dare you trespass into the Divine Realm of Origins? You deserve to die!”

A vast voice suddenly rang out. All the spirits turned toward Chen Fengyun, their eyes glowing blood-red as they stared at him like starving beasts gazing upon a feast.

“Om Mani Padme Hum.”

Chen Fengyun’s expression turned grim. He was not afraid. Rather, he was horrified by the Japanese atrocities and felt sorrow for his Chinese countrymen who had suffered such misery. He immediately invoked the Scripture of Salvation and formed the Six-Syllable Mantra seal, beginning to redeem the lost spirits.

“Boom…”

At once, a great circle of Buddhist radiance erupted from Chen Fengyun and swept in every direction. Any spirit touched by the divine light suddenly became motionless. Clear awareness returned to its eyes, and one after another, they bowed to Chen Fengyun before dissolving into wisps of pale smoke that scattered into the world.

“Damn it! How does he know Buddhist divine arts? Get him! Tear him apart, eat his flesh, and drink his blood!”

The Japanese revenants and Hundred Demons responsible for the spirits grew frantic and ordered even more of them to charge at Chen Fengyun.

But Chen Fengyun’s Buddhist powers were too formidable. Groups of spirits rushing forward vanished beneath their radiance. Even some of the Japanese revenants screamed when the divine light swept over them, bursting into flames and burning directly to ash.

“Boom…”

At last, seeing that more than half the spirits had been redeemed by Chen Fengyun, the Japanese Hundred Demons could no longer restrain themselves. A vast horde of powerful ghosts of every shape and kind surged forward and launched an assault around him.

Billowing black mist blotted out the sky and sun, resisting Chen Fengyun’s Buddhist divine arts. He discovered that the Japanese Hundred Demons had actually become partially corporeal, evidently after absorbing the energy of countless spirits.

“Shriek…”

Suddenly, Chen Fengyun’s golden, gleaming hand seized a Japanese ghost. To his surprise, he found that he could absorb its energy. He immediately grew excited. After rapidly draining it, the ghost dissolved into a cloud of smoke and vanished, while Chen Fengyun gained two attribute points.

He became even more ferocious after that. He would have exterminated these Japanese ghosts even without a reward, but now that there were benefits to be gained, he naturally fought with even greater enthusiasm. He soon discovered, however, that only some of the more powerful Hundred Demons—those whose bodies had become partially corporeal—contained enough energy to absorb. The weaker ghosts provided nothing at all.

Nevertheless, after half an hour of fierce battle, Chen Fengyun destroyed every one of the Hundred Demons, gaining a total of one hundred and forty-six attribute points. He purified all the spirits of the Chinese, Europeans, and Americans, and burned every Japanese ghost and revenant to nothingness.

“The Ghost King will awaken soon. You are finished!”

The most powerful Japanese ghost roared these words before dying. Then a deep growl suddenly came from beneath the earth, as though some enormous beast had awakened from slumber.

“What Ghost King? It is just here to give me energy and attribute points.”

Muttering to himself, Chen Fengyun began setting the shrine ablaze. He intended to turn this place of sin into ashes.

“Disaster! He is going to burn down the shrine!”

“Could it be that the seniors inside failed to kill the Chinese man?”

“My lord, should we go stop him?”

Outside the shrine, the Japanese martial artists shouted in confusion, some of them asking the martial arts supreme grandmaster what they should do.

“No need. Great Yamata has already awakened. It will devour this Chinese man. We should keep our distance, lest Great Yamata mistake us for snacks.”

The martial arts supreme grandmaster shook his head and led everyone farther away.

“Roar!”

At that moment, a tremendous bellow erupted from beneath the Japanese shrine. A colossal creature drilled its way out of the earth: a gigantic serpent more than twenty meters long, with eight heads.

However, only four of its heads remained intact. The other four were gone, leaving behind shocking wounds that looked as though they had been severed by some incredibly sharp weapon.

Moreover, of the four intact heads, only two were awake for the moment. The other two still seemed to be sleeping. Even so, the monster’s aura was roughly equivalent to that of a mid-level Foundation Establishment cultivator.