Chapter 59

Star Sea Traveler: "Is this what it feels like to be carried by a top-tier expert?"

Merely by the descent of a thought, heaven and earth were reversed, and the cosmos reshaped!

Comprehensive Manga Big Female Lead: "It seems Hermes’ progress surpasses even my wildest expectations!"

The absurdity of the Genius Club members exceeded Luo Qianqiu’s imagination.

The chat group hadn’t even unlocked functions like [Enhancement], [Quests], [Teleportation], [Furnace]...

Yet Luo Qianqiu couldn’t shake the feeling that, to Hermes, these power-boosting features had zero impact on his growth.

Absolutely absurd!

Warring States Shrine Maiden: "Yes, Lord Hermes, this world will surely become the golden age Itachi envision!"

Warring States Shrine Maiden: "Your will is my wish!"

In the Divine Descent state, Hermes did not obscure the host’s senses as other deities did, but maintained a near-perfect resonance, as if their minds were one.

Thus, when Hermes spoke, Kikyo perfectly understood and received every logic and concept he conveyed!

Can such a [pure and beautiful] world truly exist?

Yes.

Kikyo felt the world’s root stirring in accordance with Lord Hermes’ will—without doubt, this was the world’s inevitable future!

In the Western Lands, the Inu-yokai clan, led by General Tōga, and the Leopard-Cat clan, led by Lord Chihō, were locked in ceaseless warfare.

Both clans numbered tens of thousands in their core tribes, with over ten times that many vassals.

The two factions had waged total war for a long time, vying for supremacy over the Western Lands.

Under this conflict, demonic energy had dyed the entire sky a thick, ink-black hue.

Ominous, seductive red even stained the moonlight crimson!

Chihō roared, shattering the blood-red heavens, while Tōga’s Wind Scar slash cleaved through mountain after mountain.

This was a life-or-death battle between two titans nearing the rank of Demon King!

Whoever could personally defeat their rival, fully seize control of the Western Lands, and gather mountainous, oceanic destiny would have a chance to transcend utterly and become another supreme Demon King ruling the peaks of heaven and earth!

Just as both sides were blinded by bloodlust, golden auspicious clouds swept across the sky, erasing the ominous red and black.

The boundless divine authority proclaimed its presence to the entire world—

Above and below, I alone am supreme!

"This... is a deity!"

Tōga looked up in shock; that ancient, sacred aura, even just a trace, made him tremble instinctively.

Like an ant gazing up at the heavens.

Lord Chihō fared even worse—he had barely conceived a thought of resistance.

The next moment.

His demonic power fell silent, his eyes shattered, as if he had beheld some inconceivable, great being.

The Eastern Region.

Moonlight flowed like water, illuminating the noisy courtyard of the Nura Clan’s headquarters.

Cherry blossoms hung low; a bright mirror hung high.

Demonic energy wove into a hazy mist.

Nura Sōtō, drunk and drowsy, glanced over the reveling demons in the garden, a lazy smile curling on his lips.

Nura Sōtō was born a Namahage, a wandering yokai by nature, destined to be a free spirit roaming the world.

But the tide of the age swept over him; everywhere he looked was war, and even his recent drinking companion, with whom he’d shared camaraderie, was snatched away by battle and slain the next moment.

There was no choice.

This wandering rogue had no option but to rise and protect a corner of the world.

And then.

He became the sovereign of the Eastern demons, locked in conflict with the Nue of Kyoto.

Constantly clashing with the reincarnated Yāoyǔyīhú...

As Nura Sōtō stared blankly into space, a sudden chill prickled his heart.

Somewhere beyond, a pair of eyes—containing all the sun, moon, heaven, and earth—gazed silently upon him.

The next moment.

Stars shifted, constellations turned; night instantly became day.

Eien Tei.

"Though this land isn’t the embodiment of corruption as the Moon Capital’s people claim, the sheer abundance of yokai across mountains, rivers, and seas is exceedingly irritating."

The Moon Princess’s voice, cold as moonlight, carried a hint of resignation.

Hachiyō Kaguya knelt beside the courtyard, her long, jet-black hair cascading down her back; even in mild annoyance, her peerless grace shone naturally.

In this world, though the tale of Kaguya-hime existed, the one who raised her was the incarnation of Yagokoro Eirin.

Otherwise,

In this age of yokai chaos, her adoptive parents would be attacked by demons every other day—a truly vexing prospect.

"It is unavoidable, Your Highness," Yagokoro Eirin replied softly, pouring her mistress a cup of tea, its herbal fragrance clear as liquid amber.

"The gods of the High Heavens have either fallen or been grievously wounded, unable to bear the weight of this era’s destiny."

The Moon Sage’s gaze was calm, showing no trace of recognition that she herself had once been a mighty deity of the previous age: "Now, the yokai have seized this era’s destiny. All they await is a peerless Demon Emperor to subdue the four seas and eight directions, establish their own order, and gather the era’s fate—making the yokai the true protagonists of this age."

"For now, it’s merely noisy. But soon, the bloodshed will stain heaven and earth."

"Eirin, do Itachi think any dormant deities might emerge, trying to snatch the era’s destiny from the flames?"

Kaguya, bored, watched another clash of yokai beyond the bamboo grove, then asked: "Even if the gods are weakened, surely some still refuse to yield?"

"Such deities do exist," Yagokoro Eirin confirmed her mistress’s suspicion, then added with regret: "But they’ve missed their chance. Had they acted at the dawn of the age, before the yokai rose, there might have been a sliver of opportunity. Now..."

"The peak demon kings have never lowered their guard against deities. They’ve systematically purged divine remnants—like the famed Great Shrine Maiden Kikyo, who now faces subtle probes from these demon kings..."

Eight Intentions Yonglin affirmed her princess’s guess, then said with a trace of regret: “But unfortunately, they’ve missed their chance. If it had been at the dawn of this era, before the demon clans rose, there might still have been a glimmer of opportunity—but now...”

“The demon kings who stand at the peak have never lowered their guard against the gods; they’ve been systematically eradicating the gods’ lingering traces on the mortal plane—such as the famed Great Shrine Maiden Kikyo, who now faces subtle probes from these demon kings...”

Kaguya fell silent for a moment, her voice clear as a mountain stream, tinged with sorrow.

She had once seen this great shrine maiden—a solitary, noble figure like a kikyo blossom in the rain.

Had she been born in the previous age, the gods would surely have favored her; becoming a deity like Yagokoro Eirin, ascending from mortal to divine, was not impossible.

At that moment, a vast, sweeping divine authority surged across the mortal realm, purifying all things.

Following it came golden auspicious clouds, erasing every trace of demonic and monstrous energy from heaven and earth.

At that moment, a vast and mighty divine aura swept across the entire mortal realm.

Following it came golden auspicious clouds that instantly purged all demonic and monstrous energies rampant through heaven and earth.