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Above the sky, the surging disaster clouds gradually dissipated, and the former tranquility and peace were restored.

The vague and frightening shadow of the underworld just now,

It was like a dream bubble, and there was no trace of it anymore, as if it had never appeared.

Xie Que stood quietly in the same place, feeling the baptism of divinity.
The subtle changes that took place in my body made me feel emotional:
“No wonder those high and mighty gods and Buddhas all choose to improve themselves by worshipping gods without any resistance. The amplification of the soul by this divinity is indeed terrifying to the extreme.”

This body of his had not practiced any Taoist methods, but under the dual blessing of martial arts and the underworld,

The power of his soul is not inferior to any powerful god.

Now that he has been deified, Xie Que has acquired some of the functions of the Heavenly Dao.
He could clearly feel that his soul had undergone earth-shaking changes, no less than that of the God of Creation who had just arrived.

This kind of power made him feel as if he could touch the edge of heaven and feel the supremacy.

Now, he only needs to release a little bit of pressure, which is enough to suppress any existence under fate.

Not only that, Xie Que also gained some insights after deep thought.

He realized that the intention behind Yingzhou Tiandao's previous granting of the title of master to him was actually to take back the underworld.

If the Heavenly Dao really took back the underworld, the strength of this body would probably drop significantly.

By then, the status of this Master would indeed be in line with his current strength.

Fortunately, the underworld was not forcibly taken away by the Heavenly Dao.

Naturally, he successfully obtained the status of the Grand Master.

However... there was still a hint of hesitation in Xie Que's heart.

He understood that although Yingzhou Tiandao had the intention to deprive the underworld, and it certainly had the ability to do so,
But what puzzled him was that after he made his grand wish, the Heavenly Dao finally chose to give up occupying the underworld.

This made him full of doubts and confusion.

Xie Que secretly guessed that Yingzhou Heavenly Dao must have noticed something.

He had some guesses about his fake underworld, thinking that it might have some mysterious connection with the real underworld, so he did not dare to act rashly.

And what Tiandao had done before was just to test his background.

If I really do nothing and let the heavens take my underworld away,
I'm afraid that the Heavenly Dao will trace the source and find out the true origin of the underworld.

The five elements of the netherworld coming from the Little North Sea became evidence.

I can't explain it clearly no matter what, and I'm afraid I'll have new troubles by then.

"Within the four islands of Kyushu, the Heavenly Bakufu has collapsed, and the new order has just been established. Everything is still in turmoil."

Xie Que silently thought about the current situation.
"In the outer sea, Qianye Zhenlong has been refined by me into the underworld, and the beings in the Pantheon have lost their qualifications and can no longer compete with me. Even in the Heian Shogunate, with Furukawa Hideki in seclusion, there are only three powerful gods left who have not yet appeared..."

Thinking of this, Xie Que couldn't help but feel like the villain in a legendary story, who had been dormant for tens of millions of years and finally waited for the opportunity in this troubled times.

He exhaled deeply, a smile appeared on his lips, he raised his hands and stared at the sky:

"After decades of waiting and preparation, let me open the curtain of this chaotic world today!"

As if receiving a signal, in the boundless void outside Yingzhou,
With every step, Lord Tianwei casts a lotus flower. His steps are solemn and heavy, just like a Buddha walking in the endless darkness.

The huge wings behind him slowly spread out, and every flap was accompanied by the sound of Sanskrit, as if it was the sound of life-claiming from heaven.

However, when he sensed the power of time flowing like a torrent before him, even though he was a god, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

He muttered to himself:
"Could it be that such a huge amount of time power was gathered from the beginning of the creation of a world until its destruction to such an astonishing amount?"

Under the guidance of the Void Summoning Spirit Array, Lord Tianwei slowly opened his palm.

Suddenly there appeared a mass of void origin that had been compressed to the extreme.

This group of origin emits a faint fluorescence and contains endless power of the void.

Immediately afterwards, Lord Tianwei seized the opportunity and condensed the essence of the void into a black gem.

He took a deep breath, then resolutely threw the orb into the vast river of time.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the long river of time, but then it became calm in an instant.

……

In a secret place in the outer sea, Xie Que slowly placed the black gem into the soul of the sleeping Qianye True Dragon.

As the gem was absorbed, a thick black fog suddenly formed around them.
And within the area covered by the black fog are the great monsters from other pantheons.

Because of the loss of the scroll, the strength of these big monsters was greatly reduced, and now they were all captured and imprisoned here by Xie Que.

People like An Mizuha, Sansei-shin, Aoki and others, who were once gods of the Pantheon, are now trapped in it and are beginning to be eroded by the black fog.

Suddenly, a breath unique to the void began to spread, filling the entire space.

Xie Que had already made preparations, and he appeared thousands of miles away.

He knew very well that the black fog was extremely corrosive. Otherwise, the black fog would corrode itself first.

After absorbing enough black fog, the sleeping Qianye Zhenlong suddenly opened his pair of cold vertical pupils.

He kept breathing heavily, his eyes were full of fear, and he muttered to himself:

"Takeshi Kurokawa..."

It was as if he had experienced something horrible in a dream or in his sleep.

However, when he gradually woke up, he found that everything around him was peaceful. Apart from the thick black fog, there was no other threat.

This made him feel confused, not knowing where he was and what kind of changes he had experienced.

After looking around cautiously and confirming that there was no real threat,

Qianye Zhenlong's anxious heart was temporarily relieved.

However, the anger and hatred in his heart did not dissipate, but became even more intense.

"If I don't take revenge for this, I swear I won't be a human being!"

He growled with gritted teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Takeshi Kurokawa!"

This name seemed like a thorn in his heart, causing him to feel a sharp pain whenever it was mentioned.

Chiba Zhenlong gritted his teeth and began to carefully check his own condition.

He wanted to figure out what happened during the time he was sleeping.

But the moment his soul entered his body, he was stunned.

Not only did the ancient parchment scroll representing the will of the Emperor of Heaven disappear, but his soul also changed from its original pure yang state to purple with black, neither yin nor yang. This change frightened him.

Qianye Zhenlong's pupils shrank, and he instantly recognized the source of this power:

"Void..." This name seemed like a curse, making him feel uneasy.

He forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner panic:

"What on earth is going on...Is it because I have been asleep for too long, and Yingzhou has been invaded by the void again...or is there another reason?"

He muttered to himself, feeling a little confused.

What made Qianye Zhenlong feel a little comforted was that his soul and thoughts were still filled with the breath of time.

This means that his current realm of creation still exists and has not completely disappeared.

As long as he can find the dragon energy and create a new body, he may be able to recover some of his strength and stand tall again between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, several low roars came from his side again.

Qianye Zhenlong turned his head slightly and saw several figures slowly walking out of the thick black fog.

When they saw the figure in front of them clearly, they were also startled and quickly saluted and said, "Your Majesty Qianye."

Qianye Zhenlong nodded slightly. He had just discovered the figures of these sleeping dragons.

They were all former subordinates from the Pantheon, and had followed him in his battles.

Now, they are just like himself, with the aura of emptiness all over their bodies, and it is obvious that they have also encountered some major changes.

However, Qianye Zhenlong did not pay any more attention to them.

He closed his eyes, and his soul suddenly expanded, beginning to sense everything around him.

After a moment, Qianye Zhenlong opened his eyes again:
"There is no trace of void in the outside world. It must be that we have fallen here and happened to be corrupted by the void."

After thinking for a while, a fire rekindled in Qianye Zhenlong's eyes, and that fire seemed to be able to burn all obstacles:
"Since it has been eroded by the void, it is also an opportunity... We may be able to take this opportunity to turn the tide!"

"The power of the void can be extracted from the vacuum, and can also corrode the world."

"If we can master this power and use the void, we might be able to restore the Pantheon to its former glory, or even surpass it!"

At this moment, Tian Yuzhu, one of the three gods, hesitated. He spoke carefully:

"It's just that your majesty... the power of the void can make people lose themselves... should we be more cautious?"

However, Qianye Zhenlong snorted coldly, raised his hand and knocked Tian Yuzhu back:

"Without the scroll, you are not even in the divine realm. What can you use to fight against others?"

"If you merge into the void, you might be able to regain your former strength."

Having said that, Qianye Zhenlong looked around, his eyes flashing with determination: "Who else objects?"

……

Three months later, the world has changed.

An isolated island in the outer sea was completely covered by a thick layer of gray fog.

A strange dark purple hue could be seen faintly in the gray fog, as if something was hidden.

If anyone dared to go deeper into it, they would be surprised to find that the ground on the island was full of potholes, as if it had been destroyed by some huge force.

Faintly, you can see white bones emerging from some pits, exuding a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Not only that, there was also an indescribable aura of horror pervading the island, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

The air was also mixed with the stench of decayed bones, which made people want to vomit.

Under a collapsed cliff, there was an Onmyoji sitting there quietly.

His clothes were tattered, his breath was weak, and he had fallen to the bottom.

This Yin-Yang Master is a peerless figure in the outer seas. His cultivation has already reached the sixth realm, and he is feared by the outer seas.
But now, he is like a stray dog, barely trying to survive here.

He desperately activated the spiritual power in his body, trying to absorb a bit of spiritual energy to restore his own cultivation.

However, the spiritual energy he was able to capture was only a tiny trace, as if all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth had been cut off from him.

Such a situation made him feel sad.

Far above the ground, screams and cries of killing were intertwined and never ceased to be heard.

The blood gathered in the ditch like a torrent, flowing down continuously and dyeing the earth red.

Hearing this tragic voice, his mind was in turmoil.
He could no longer maintain that state of meditation. His heart was filled with anger and grief, and he could not help but curse:

"These damn monsters..."

"If Her Majesty Amaterasu revives one day, he will definitely slaughter these evildoers."

Then, he began to try to recover his cultivation.

He didn't know how long it had been before he heard the sound of four hooves hitting the ground above his head again.

The sound came closer and closer, and his heart tightened and he thought to himself, "Could it be that those monsters are here again?"

He took a deep breath, and then his heartbeat began to slow down gradually, and his whole body entered a state of suspended animation.

"Got you……"

The next moment, a surge of murderous intent rose into the sky and soared into the sky.

Before the Yin-Yang master could react, a sharp tentacle pierced his head. The severe pain made him scream.

His soul quickly left his body, trying to escape this deadly crisis.

However, in just a moment, his soul, which had lost the protection of his body, was shattered by the sharp tentacles.

An Yujinyu, who looks like a dragon with sickle-like tentacles on his sides, seems to be a little intoxicated.

He felt the powerful force surging in his body and couldn't help but let out a low roar:
"I can feel it... My power now is even stronger than when I had the Wind and Thunder Scroll..."

Suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind, and An Yujinyu couldn't help but laugh: "Kurokawa Takeshi...just wait..."

……

Hase Toshiki, who was far away in Heian-kyō, looked at the memorial in front of him with a gloomy expression:

"In three months... we lost twelve islands in a row. Can't anyone on them escape?"

The great Yin-Yang Master in front of him also shook his head: "General, as far as I know, those islands are covered by gray fog, and none of the spies we sent out could escape from it."

Hase Toshiki took a deep breath and said, "Where's the great Onmyoji Nakano? Hasn't he come out yet?"

The great Yin-Yang Master hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head slightly: "No..."

Hase Toshiki's heart sank when he heard this. He had not expected that things had deteriorated to this point.

But he hadn't seen his master for decades, so the only solution now was to ask the master to come out of seclusion. (End of this chapter)