Chapter 270 Undercurrent

Under the desperate gaze of Mogi Tsuneyasu,

A Xuan and Wei Yuan turned and left.

On the way down the mountain, shielded by the wide Taoist robe, Wei Yuan raised his right hand, tightly gripping A Xuan's arm to steady himself. The young Taoist paused, realizing Wei Yuan's weakness at this moment. He said nothing, simply raising his hand to support him.

Wei Yuan said softly, "Walk slowly."

"Don't rush."

"Mm."

They encountered Kamo Seimei and his group along the way.

Wei Yuan nodded politely. Kamo Seimei watched the two Taoists, one big and one small, leave in silence, taking a step back and turning his head to look in the direction of Mount Fuji. The horrifying scene had temporarily robbed him of his words.

The violent flames and lightning, wrapped in sword energy, did not flow down the mountain but soared into the sky.

Lava rushed into the clouds, triggering thunder and torrential rain.

When it fell, it had turned into pure volcanic ash.

This instant of thunder and fire directly enveloped the entire Mount Fuji. Wei Yuan kept his promise to Zhang Ruosu, using the Returning Wind and Returning Fire engraved on the sword scabbard to limit the range to the extraordinary realm. The falling lava did not break through the Five Fuji Lakes and the onmyoji barrier, preventing the outbreak from affecting the city.

But it was also extremely conspicuous, and in the night, one could see the distant crimson by simply looking up.

In essence, this was just an extraordinary conflict.

But in terms of its impact, it far exceeded that.

Kamo Seimei raised his hand, covering his eyes, a painful groan escaping his throat.

This impact was even worse than when the young Taoist pierced through the extraordinary realm of Sakurajima with his sword and plundered the imperial sake of the Amaterasu festival more than a hundred years ago.

The first mountain, symbolizing the freedom and dignity of Sakurajima, the peerless peak had become an enraged mountain god, locked and surrounded by flames and lightning. Tonight, the faith in the hearts of countless people was destined to collapse.

This sword shattered the sacred mountain in everyone's heart.

And he didn't even have the courage to attack when the Taoist passed by.

More than a hundred years of cultivation, facing the same scene, he found that he was still that child. He steadied his mind, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Go help, minimize the impact of Mount Fuji as much as possible."

"Yes!"

The crowd hurried in that direction.

Kamo Seimei's heart felt heavy.

More than a hundred years of cultivation, called a great onmyoji, star divination was originally a strong point.

At this moment, he sincerely hoped that he was not good at this type of術法 (shufa, spells).

Suddenly,

A roar even sharper than the vastness of thunder erupted. Even though they were still some distance from Mount Fuji, many onmyoji felt the ground beneath their feet tremble, their bodies swaying, almost losing their balance. Kamo Seimei barely managed to steady himself.

He heard someone shout in alarm, losing their composure:

"The mountain?!"

"The mountain is moving!"

Kamo Seimei's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly looked up. Mount Fuji was still enveloped in raging thunder and flames. Because the flames themselves were constantly gushing upwards, stirring up the thunder and lava in the heavens and earth to collide. At this moment, a huge figure suddenly rose beside it, and when it was fully unfolded, it was no less than half the size of the flames.

Eight heads and eight tails, sixteen pale yellow vertical pupils, coldly overlooking the world.

The terrifying beast roared, its heads respectively devouring lava, flames, thunder, gale, rainstorm, bright moon, starlight, its scales emitting powerful energy fluctuations, and then frantically attacking Mount Fuji, which was symbolic of Sakurajima.

In the silent night, there was only the roar of the fierce beast.

Kamo Seimei stopped, his expression powerless.

"...Yamata no Orochi?"

The most well-known and powerful evil god in the entire Sakurajima legend.

A disaster surpassing the Great Tengu, the Golden-Faced Fox, and Shuten-doji.

And in his despair, a figure soared out from Mount Fuji, a gentle man in a robe with a few strands of long beard, but the anger in his eyes ruined his overall temperament.

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After Wei Yuan and A Xuan went down the mountain, according to Wei Yuan's request, they headed towards the bay at the fastest speed. On the way, Wei Yuan's mana recovered slightly, and he endured the pain in his meridians, casting the Wind Control technique, wrapping A Xuan up and rushing towards the destination.

He had asked the Tianshi Mansion disciple to help prepare a small boat.

Now the whole of Sakurajima was in chaos.

Because no one had been informed of this matter in advance.

So there was no preparation at all.

The onmyoji and monks formed formations to try to save Mount Fuji. The scenery aside, the symbolic meaning was too important, and they absolutely could not allow this mountain to be destroyed by thunder and fire on this special day. The appearance of the Yamata no Orochi made all the high-ranking cultivators of Sakurajima at a loss.

The legendary monster of Sakurajima's age of gods suddenly appeared in a mysterious and secluded era.

They were in a dream for a time.

They even couldn't tell whether this was reality or a nightmare.

Just as Wei Yuan stepped onto the boat, he seemed to sense something and turned his head slightly.

With his eyesight, he naturally couldn't see the changes happening in the sky above Mount Fuji.

But with the perception of a cultivator, he could feel the violent fluctuations and changes in the heaven and earth's spiritual energy. The Yamata no Orochi, as a descendant of the last generation of Xiang Liu, was actually crazy enough to absorb the power of lava fire and the thunder of heaven and earth, and now it briefly controlled the power of thunder, fire, wind, water, and the original poison.

And the enemy.

An enemy who could suppress Xiang Liu with his own strength.

There was only one.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, but as if through the changes and collisions of Yuan Qi, through the flow of the wind, he sensed the person fighting Xiang Liu in the high sky, the embodiment of Sakurajima's divinity, one of the strongest true cultivators in the pre-Qin era, the current chief god of Dongying, Amenominakanushi, Xu Shi.

His tone was polite and gentle, as if talking to an old friend.

"I've found you, Mr. Xu."

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Xu Shi and Yamata no Orochi directly took to the air to fight.

One side was one of the strongest true cultivators in the pre-Qin years, two thousand years of cultivation, immortal, in charge of divinity, and the other side was even in the age of gods in Shenzhou, was also a descendant of fierce gods whose names could be recorded, and had also absorbed the power of Mount Fuji's eruption. For a time, it could be said that they were evenly matched.

The battle between the two sides also led to the increasing grandeur of today's events.

There was no way to hide it at all.

The power Xiang Liu used was flames, thunder, storms, and poison.

And Xu Shi, as the main god here, also had extremely powerful power in Sakurajima.

Controlling earthquakes, flames, storms, thunder.

Operating the power of one side of heaven and earth.

He even evolved a body around his divine body that was no less than that of the Yamata no Orochi, emitting a vast golden light. The two behemoths fought madly here. It was night, but the area within hundreds of miles was as bright as day.

Clouds churned, shattered by thunder, and turned into torrential rain.

The torrential rain was rolled into the vortex of thunder and fire, but it was vaporized into white gas.

Xu Shi's battle did not care where this was, which led to the surrounding sea waves becoming more and more magnificent. Soon, one could see twinkling streamers of light. They were the other gods in the entire Sakurajima pantheon who had appeared to subdue the Yamata no Orochi. The Yamata no Orochi fell into the sea, raising its head and roaring, without fear.

On the boat, the little Taoist A Xuan looked blank, holding the horsetail whisk, his fingers clenched until they were pale.

Even a place as small as a bullet in the eyes of Shenzhou had once grown elixirs that could be refined into immortality. The remaining divinity, as well as the top true cultivator of Shenzhou, fought against the fierce gods of the ancient times. If the two sides hadn't been restrained and held back, causing disaster, it wouldn't have been impossible for the island to sink.

"Sure enough, it's still very strong."

A Xuan heard the voice, turned his head and saw Wei Yuan sitting cross-legged on the deck, facing the direction of the battle, closing his eyes, but as if he could see everything clearly. The Water Control and Wind Control techniques were used like breathing. The entire boat went towards the direction of Shenzhou along the current.

And Wei Yuan didn't know when a blank scroll had appeared in his hand.

Wei Yuan gently pressed his finger against the scroll.

And with the Yamata no Orochi, who had been plotted against and sealed for a long time, making trouble.

Xu Shi had to use most of his methods.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, sensed the subtle fluctuations, and distinguished Xu Shi's various supernatural powers and moves, controlling earthquakes, inducing thunder and fire, and operating the art of yin and yang. Along with the identification, a clear and incomparable trajectory appeared on the scroll. A Xuan saw that it was a rough but divinely inspired ink painting.

On the island, a volcano erupted.

In the air was a man in a robe, surrounded by many gods.

And in the water, a vortex entangled thunder and fire, and a hideous beast with eight heads raised its head and roared.

He couldn't beat it, at least not now, within the territory of Sakurajima.

It was difficult to kill this Amenominakanushi.

But Wei Yuan didn't intend to go up so recklessly from the beginning.

He had to make preparations in advance and collect information.

Plan and then act.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes and looked at this painting. A Xuan watched the aftermath of the distant battle in shock. He noticed Wei Yuan's gaze and murmured, "Is this the strength of a true cultivator?"

"No, this is already a battle of gods."

Wei Yuan replied: "Just treat it as a last show before you leave."

A Xuan nodded ignorantly, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly:

"At first, I thought that Curator Wei was going to directly burn the surrounding area with lava. So it was just a warning."

Wei Yuan leaned back and said, "There's no need. Killing is not the purpose, but just a means."

"What's more, Shenzhou and Sakurajima are close. Who knows if there are people from Shenzhou under that mountain."

"I don't want to hurt the innocent."

A Xuan thought for a while and raised a question:

"Then, the atrocities committed by those people's ancestors, are they considered innocent?"

"I think this sentence seems to make sense, but on deeper reflection, it feels very, very ridiculous."

Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck, thought for a while, and said:

"It is indeed ridiculous."

"For example, a person killed hundreds of people in order to get rich, earned bloody money, and then his daughters and sons can use this blood-stained money to eat the best food, wear the best clothes, and get the best education, and these were originally needed for other people to survive."

"They don't think they did such evil things, and they pride themselves on being innocent."

"Do you think they are innocent?"

"A country is the same."

"Resources are fixed and unchangeable, so they will only flow. Such a small country does not have any special products. The current social welfare they have is all deprived of the lives of ten times more innocent people, accumulated with the resources initially plundered. One person eats their fill, and ten people die."

"The enemy is using the money and resources plundered by killing your ancestors, living a life ten times better and more wonderful than you, but out of some unspeakable secret, they reach out to be friends with you, smiling and saying that friendship is forever, we have to put down past grievances. You looked at the welfare benefits over there, lowered your head and looked at the old photos at home, and could only throw down your bowl, scolding, 'Friendship forever my ass.'"

Wei Yuan placed the long sword that flew back on his knees and whispered as he plucked the sword:

"A hundred years of national hatred, the sea is hard to calm."

A Xuan listened ignorantly, but he also vaguely felt something and said, "Is this Curator Wei's understanding?"

Wei Yuan looked at him, his expression serious, and joked:

"No, this is called the primitive accumulation of capital."

"Ah??!"

At this moment, the Yamata no Orochi roared, saying:

"Where's your contract?!"

The voice was roaring with anger.

The surrounding gods were shocked, and A Xuan was also confused, but Wei Yuan wanted to laugh out loud.

If it was the Xiang Liu who was killed, he would never believe Wei Yuan. The creator of the ancient covenant rules was Qi, and as a person who used to be very close to Qi, that Xiang Liu would never believe that Yuan didn't have a way to circumvent the restrictions of the covenant.

But Wei Yuan felt that he still had a sense of contract.

He stood up.

After thinking about it, he originally wanted to take action himself, but if he took action himself, it would inevitably attract Xu Shi's attention. Now was not the time to fight Xu Shi. For this kind of person, he must have the certainty of killing him. He gently pressed on A Xuan's shoulder and said, "A Xuan, let me teach you a sword technique."

"Want to learn?"

A Xuan was puzzled, but he still nodded.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed on A Xuan's shoulder and said, "Then, close your eyes."

"Close my eyes?"

"Yes, this sword technique requires you to close your eyes to truly see where to slash."

A Xuan closed his eyes.

Then, because of the warmth coming from his shoulder, he was able to see, in a piece of darkness, on that piece of land, strands of Qi lit up. These things were intertwined, turning into pythons, gathering into a large python, looking back to the west, looking in the direction of Shenzhou, its posture weak, but secretly lurking, opening its poisonous fangs.

A Xuan was startled: "What is this?"

Wei Yuan's tone was gentle: "It's the spiritual veins, the luck spiritual veins of Sakurajima. If you follow the saying of Shenzhou, it's called the dragon vein."

"But this is not qualified enough."

"Shenzhou no longer has dragon veins, only luck. Sakurajima still has the royal family, so this Qi vein is still there."

A Xuan heard the voice behind him and nodded ignorantly.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Now, raise your hand and think that you are holding a sword."

"Sword?"

"This sword takes Dao as its edge, 'I' as its spine, and符箓 (fulu, talismans) as its blade. It can cut down the heavens and the earth, and break the evil ways of all things. Survival and destruction, exist in one heart. Can you feel this sword?"

"Mm."

"Try to chop forward."

The young Taoist in a ignorant state felt Wei Yuan pat him.

He raised his hand and slashed out with his fingers together.

The flame mark on his brow suddenly brightened, and then this invisible sword fell. The python symbolizing Sakurajima's luck suddenly hissed. The snake head, which was originally staring at Shenzhou, revealing its poisonous fangs and mucus, painfully turned around and faced its own body. The vast luck poured out, and the whole world seemed to freeze for an instant.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

The wooden hairpin was shattered, and his black hair fell an inch below his shoulders, watching this scene.

If it flowed out like this, it would cause the elites of Sakurajima to be born like a blowout in the next thirty years.

But Wei Yuan chose to guide A Xuan to drop the sword in the direction of Xiang Liu.

The fierce god was stunned, and then instantly reacted. Before the gods, four of his heads directly tore and absorbed this luck that had been nurtured in Sakurajima for a long time, devouring it in large gulps, accommodating it into himself. The remaining heads respectively used flames, thunder, gale, and poison to force the other gods out.

Finally, that Xiang Liu raised its head and shouted.

The gods restrained his eight heads.

Susanoo-no-Mikoto held the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi and was about to slash down, once again sealing this fierce god.

But he was directly bitten by the ninth head, and the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi was directly shattered. Susanoo-no-Mikoto was swallowed into his stomach. In the years of the Shan Hai Jing (Classic of Mountains and Seas), nine heads were respected. The difference between the nine-tailed fox and the eight tails was huge. The same was true for Xiang Liu, so Xiang Liu's body became even larger, located in the sea abyss, raising his head and roaring, scattering the clouds, letting the thunderous dark clouds surround him, even turning the gods into the background.

In a place unknown to anyone, Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck, the moonlight deep. He calmly watched the scene as if mythology was being reenacted.

He raised his hand, and the painted scroll hung in the air with a rustling sound, reflecting the gentle moonlight. A Xuan saw the Taoist raise his hand and drop his fingers.

Strange Force Chaos God Scroll——

Designated as——Chaos!

An act of rebellion.

With this stroke, the entire painting seemed to have divinity. Finally, Wei Yuan flicked his sleeves and retracted it, turning the scroll into a scroll, which fell into Wei Yuan's palm.

《Strange Power Chaos God · Chaos One》

"Looking forward to the next real meeting, Xu Shi."

ps: Today's first update...four thousand eight hundred words, the word count is enough, a little late~

Thank you for the ten thousand reward for lingering on the bridge, thank you~