"One after another, giving no moment of peace!" "I thought Xu Fu was too busy, but he still sent people to their deaths!" Xiang looked towards the outside of Honnō-ji, his gaze spanning across several great halls. At the same time, a bolt of lightning surged from the mountain gate of Honnō-ji. What was initially just damage to the inner temple now saw the outer temple also destroyed into ruins by this lightning strike. A woman clad in samurai armor, wielding a gleaming, massive katana, a blade almost as tall as a person, pointed the edge of this great sword towards Xiang's position. She seemed to be able to see Xiang, her gaze also crossing over the several destroyed great halls, meeting Xiang's eyes as he refined demonic energy. "Who are you?"
Xiang didn't know her origin, but it was clear from the chaotic aura emanating from her that the dense resentment was almost tangible. Her desire to kill him was so intense, it was akin to "that" level. Xiang even reached out and grasped at the void, sensing a powerful wish. Was it like a newlywed wife abandoned? But he didn't know any Japanese women. Beside the woman followed a young swordsman dressed in plain clothes, with a blade of grass in his mouth. Although very young, his cultivation was also not to be underestimated, at least for cultivators in the mortal realm. The two walked forward, the outer temple, now a ruin, completely collapsing into rubble. A path cleared by lightning sword light led directly to Miyamoto's location. "From now on, where I stand is where I go, with nothing to obstruct me."
The woman announced her name and pointed to Miyamoto's waist with her left finger. "You killed my husband and took his sword. This is my family's heirloom sword! The hatred for the murder of my father and the theft of the sword, how could such enmity be forgotten? The moment you fought Emperor Jinmu, I sensed the presence of this sword. Lightning will not let this sword fall into anyone else's hands. If it appears in someone else's possession, then he must have been killed and his sword stolen."
"So I came here, chasing all the way, to kill you and avenge the honor of Raikō!" The woman's voice was filled with gnashing hatred. Electric light flickered in her eyes, and her human form gradually changed. "I must kill you! Only then can I appease Raikō's soul."
Miyamoto understood. After a moment of thought, he suddenly retorted, "Although you sensed this sword, the owner of the sword might not have been killed by me. You know, after capturing the enemy commander's weapons in war, they might be handed over and then reallocated."
"This sword of my husband is so powerful. If I ask for it from someone else, they would absolutely not refuse, nor would they dare to refuse. So why do you think I am the murderer of your husband?"
"Or perhaps, anyone who wields the sword other than your husband should be killed by you?"
The woman sneered, "The Heavenly Demon from the Ming Dynasty, your reputation has already been announced to the world by Lord Kanpaku. What was said by Emperor Jinmu, that you killed Tachibana Raikō and took his sword, can this be false? But you are right about one thing: 'Apart from my husband, no one is qualified to wield that sword. Anyone who dares to wield it, I will kill them in my husband's stead. Even if the wearer is not you, but someone else from our country, I will not let that person go.'"
Upon hearing this, Miyamoto's demonic energy surged, and he let out a hearty laugh. This time, he was truly laughing from the bottom of his heart, so much so that the woman and the youth didn't understand why Miyamoto was laughing. "Heavenly Demon, what is so funny about what Sister Tachibana said?"
Xu Fu Wuzang curiously asked Miyamoto. He didn't understand if Miyamoto's laughter was looking down on Tachibana Chiyo. It did seem a bit like that! Makichi Wuzang felt like he was about to see a good show, and the woman's expression indeed turned cold. The great katana vibrated as if about to strike forward. "I want to refute that," Miyamoto said, his hands hanging by his sides. He clenched his five fingers, and the Seven Treasures Yellow Lotus disappeared. "You say that apart from your husband, no one is qualified to wield that sword, but that statement is incorrect."
"In fact, you are not worthy either." Do you wield this sword? How many do you wield?
The woman's eyes widened, anger surged, her eyebrows shot up like an enraged lion. Seeing her like this, Miyamoto laughed even more. "I admit, I did kill your husband. I killed him with a single blow."
"If I were to evaluate it, my evaluation is: very poor." Miyamoto patted the hilt of the Raijin, and his voice suddenly changed. With a single breath, Xu Fu Wuzang and the woman were both stunned, as if they had seen an unparalleled ferocious beast. Instinctively, they felt the urge to counterattack. Miyamoto's demonic energy surged, and pure yang energy also rolled, as if god and demon were one. His voice was solemn, vast like thunder, and heavy like mountains. "This sword has killed many of our country's pháp sư. Now that it has fallen into my hands, it has finally met its true master and will not be used to commit needless slaughter. In the hands of a scoundrel like your husband, it would only bring suffering and bloodshed to the mortal world!"
"Furthermore! The war in Joseon was initiated by your country. Since you intend to invade other countries, you should be prepared to die in a foreign land. You should not resent anyone for this, because this is the path you chose yourselves!"
"If I were to give him a final evaluation, it would be just eight characters—"
"Inferior skill, undeserving of pity!"
The great katana had already been swung, and a light of thunder and fire was born from nothingness, transforming into a sky-splitting giant blade that slashed towards Miyamoto!
"Junior!"
Makichi scattered. Makichi laughed. Without even making a move, the Raijin had already unsheathed itself. Its edge turned, splitting the giant blade of thunder and fire into two!
The Raijin hovered in front. The woman was both shocked and enraged, feeling heartache and even more resentment as she looked at this precious sword!
"Junior..."
Miyamoto's voice echoed again, solemn and vast, instantly putting immense pressure on the woman.
Sweat beaded on the woman's forehead. The demonic energy was hot, as if it would press forward the next moment, like a boundless sea of demons!
"I'll ask you one more time, your name..."
In Miyamoto's eyes, demonic energy was chilling. "Although I already know your name, you are not a demon, so I will give you a final chance to speak. Do not be ungrateful. If you do not respond, you will not have the opportunity to leave your name. This is my final mercy!"
Although he knew her name, after all, the Inner Scenery Divine Tablet had already displayed her divine position and divine title, including her own name. However, Miyamoto decided to give her a chance to introduce herself, just as Makichi had said, this was the final "mercy"!
The woman gritted her teeth, her voice sharp as she responded, "Tachibana Chiyo, Daughter of the Thunder God, Divine Title: Mizukiin!"
A great divine position rose from her body. The status of this divine position had already surpassed the limit that this Sealing Heaven Era could summon. Miyamoto looked at the moon rising and couldn't help but murmur, "The seal of the Dragon of Destiny is still there, but it seems that there have been instances of divine positions exceeding the Sealing Heaven level descending before, also within the Japanese faction."
"Was it when I entered Fuli last time and severed a horn of the Dragon of Destiny, thus loosening the mark of Sealing Heaven a bit?"
Makichi found it strange. How could he, a True Immortal limited to Fuli, only loosen a horn of the Dragon of Destiny after consuming the Nine Heavens Wind? This must have involved others. He thought that Zong Mao must have taken advantage of the situation and done something. However, his own summoning of the Four Saints of the North Pole was already an act of crossing levels, but that was with the help of the Heavenly Son's Tongtian Bright Smoke and the Blank Divine Tablet. Perhaps Zong Mao had similar methods. In any case, after surviving for thousands of years, he must have researched something. If he could create heavenly gods, Miyamoto didn't think it was easy for Zong Mao to bring down high-level divine positions to the mortal world at this time. However, if this were the case, if Makichi were to summon high-level divine positions in large quantities, it might cause great trouble for the Central Plains. Tsukuyomi: Fate, ruler of the night's food source, Eighth Rank of the Heavenly Department's Great Position!
"Compared to Joseon, it's a great country. Compared to the Central Plains, it's a small country. Neither big nor small, its gods are neither high nor low. One of the three noble children of heaven, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto. I thought it would be a higher rank."
"Eighth Rank, then you can wait for death!"
The divine positions summoned have a power that ordinary people cannot bear. Therefore, the power of the heavenly departments with higher ranks that are summoned into the body is not shattered. How much can be exerted depends on the cultivation of the summoner. Normally, if a Pure Yang realm expert summons a divine position of tenth rank or above and completes the fusion, they can exert combat power close to that of an immortal, which is the level of a Pseudo-Immortal.