Chapter 60: Lotus Devours Cause and Effect, Remains of the Heavenly Ghost (Requesting Monthly Passes, Requesting Follows)

Time rewound a few minutes.

Seeing the family elder crushed head-on by Jiang Yan, Kurokawa Ryuji panicked completely and fled through the door.

After all, he was merely an illegitimate son; before returning to the Kurokawa family, he didn't even understand the supernatural system.

Even after returning, relying on family resources to pile himself up to the peak of Spirit Opening, he didn't even have a single family retainer at the Foundation Realm.

Let alone making the Law-Seed family elder demonstrate his strength for him.

The only high-level supernatural being he knew was that nominal father.

Merely sitting there, he was more towering than Gaoshan, more terrifying than any great demon.

A single glance was enough to crush an ordinary person!

Such a monster had sown seeds upon the mother of his lowly bloodline, a hostess, and given birth to him like a biological miracle.

After all,

in Kurokawa Ryuji's eyes, the Old Script was already not the same species as humans!

Therefore, Kurokawa Ryuji felt that his mother's blood had polluted his originally noble bloodline, bringing him so much discrimination and humiliation.

After growing up, he began to vent this emotion onto other women.

By torturing them, such as skinning, draining blood, and listening to wails to satisfy the void in his heart.

"All of this is her fault!"

"Why couldn't I be born as the legitimate son of the Kurokawa family?"

"I cannot die, become an Old Script, and make everyone who once looked down on me prostrate before me; I want to be high above, overlooking the human world for three hundred years!"

Kurokawa Ryuji's face twisted; fearing he would be caught up, he abandoned the elevator and chose to climb the stairs.

But no matter how fast he ran, faint footsteps echoed behind him, pressing closer step by step, constantly destroying his psychological defenses.

Once caught up to, death was certain!

But...

where could he go?

"Into the crowd; the History Correction Bureau won't act in front of ordinary people..."

Dark thoughts surfaced in Kurokawa Ryuji's heart, but he quickly realized another problem:

"No, no, what if he still acts? He can easily disguise it as an accident; I cannot die, the Kurokawa family is waiting for me to inherit..."

"Right, I can go into that space; as long as I hide inside, even an Old Script won't discover me; wait until the matter ends before coming out, but the family elder warned me that as long as I keep the secret, even if caught, nothing will happen..."

Kurokawa Ryuji hesitated in his heart, yet failed to notice black-red currents spreading in his eyes.

Tap! Tap, tap!

The footsteps grew more urgent, approaching constantly.

"He might be lying to me; these guys all think I'm a bastard, a pawn that can be discarded at will; I'm not stupid; hiding inside can still keep the secret."

He comforted himself in his heart, then took out a mirror button covered in verdigris, whispering:

"O rusted spiritual light, you once reflected Amaterasu Omikami in the chaotic lands of Izumo; tear open, the mating mirror surface of the plague of the present world..."

The mirror button in his hand burst with light, tearing a black-red crack in the wall.

Kurokawa Ryuji's expression turned to great joy; he flashed into the crack and quickly closed the portal.

The footsteps vanished completely, letting him breathe a sigh of relief.

Before his eyes was a special space filled with black-red currents, roughly ten cubic meters in size.

In the center of the space stood a huge blood pool, with pillars carved full of mysterious spells standing upright.

There were ten pillars in total.

Each pillar had a child bound to it, some male, some female; their four limbs were pierced by blood-colored nails, maintaining a grotesque form.

In the very center was a little boy; they were all in a coma, their faces pale, their bodies as thin as dry bones.

The wrists of all the children were slit, blood beads seeping out, spreading into blood lines, constantly pouring onto a curled-up small skeleton.

Floating above the skeleton was an ancient-style bronze water mirror.

Kurokawa Ryuji looked at them, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes, murmuring: "Fortunately, there is a treasure crafted from a fragment of the True Jing Mirror, one of the Three Sacred Treasures; even as an Imitation Artifact, it can still open a space and isolate external investigation."

The True Jing Mirror; perhaps many have never heard of it.

But its other name is the Eight-Foot Mirror, the incarnation of the supreme god of the White Cherry mythology, Amaterasu.

It was accidentally obtained by Kurokawa Ryuji's father, that Old Script powerhouse, in a Disease Domain dungeon.

By all rights, even if Amaterasu is not an immortal god and doesn't count as a mythic secret treasure, it is at least a legendary treasure of great supernatural power.

Even a fragment is a top-tier supreme treasure.

The head of the Kurokawa family was initially overjoyed, but after decades of study, he was greatly disappointed.

This mirror, besides being able to open a space and isolate Old Scripts and divination, has no other use.

Its advantage over storage items is that it can store living creatures.

The disadvantage is...

it can only open in a fixed location, and once the Eight-Foot Mirror is removed, the space will collapse within half a day.

This also killed the Kurokawa family head's thought of transporting White Cherry powerhouses to ambush the rear.

However, he firmly believed that collecting the remaining fragments would restore the divine treasure's power, allowing him to carry it with him at all times.

This time, for the plan, he temporarily lent it to Kurokawa Ryuji for use.

"Pity the 'Ten Directions Heavenly Ghost' ritual must be held in Hangcheng, and must use the bloodlines of Jiangnan Province residents; otherwise, in White Cherry, it wouldn't be so troublesome."

After the intense fear subsided, Kurokawa Ryuji, for some reason, felt a surge of desire to express himself, talking to himself:

"A blood pool of a thousand people; the White-headed Eagle has specialized blood bank companies, so that's not difficult.

But it requires ten children of innate Yin fate as Sacrificial Offerings, and they must simultaneously be tempered with the Yin-side dragon qi of both the Ji Earth Dragon Vein and the Gui Water Dragon Vein."

"Such a place, Bai Ying could never find; only the vast and resource-rich Tianxia Alliance possesses it, but most are already claimed. Only Hangcheng in Jiangnan Province fits the criteria, and it does not seal the Dragon Qi, allowing it to nourish the land and the commoners instead—truly foolish."

He cursed a few times, then turned to envision the future:

"But it benefits us, giving us the chance to birth a spiritual soul within this skeletal remains of the Heavenly Ghost, which can deduce the future and invade different Disease Domains.

If we can piece together more fragments of the Eight-Foot Mirror, we might even locate coordinates of Disease Domains within the river of history, using the Heavenly Ghost to scout ahead and intercept the opportunities of Tianxia Alliance history travelers.

Or we could enter and cause chaos, accelerating the mutation of the Disease Domain, triggering or even blocking historical tributaries, increasing pressure on the Historical Correction Bureau, causing massive casualties, and dealing a heavy blow to the Tianxia Alliance."

Thinking of this, Kurokawa Ryuji laughed aloud, as if releasing all the cowardice and incompetence born during his recent frantic escape.

Next,

after lying low for a while, we will proceed to extract the Dragon Vein Qi and refine the Heavenly Ghost.

"With it, the Kurokawa family... no, I will surely rise!"

Before the words had fully left his lips, accompanied by a crack.

Kurokawa Ryuji suddenly felt excruciating pain; he lowered his head, only to see a black shadow hook tail pierce through his heart.

Blood flowed down, sinking into the blood pool, stirring ripples like a flower of life blooming, then withering rapidly.

He struggled to turn his head, seeing a pitch-black, shadow-eating great snake emerge from his shadow, its crimson snake eyes staring at him indifferently.

"When did this happen..."

He fell to his knees with a thud, feeling his life force constantly draining away, his expression filled with terror; he wanted to cover the wound, only to find the blood turning into black gas and rising.

Hiss! Hiss!

From his seven orifices, a continuous stream of black-red gas spread out, enveloping his entire body, resembling a lotus blooming.

This scene, Kurokawa Ryuji felt he had seen before.

When he was fleeing, Jiang Yan had not failed to notice; he had merely glanced at him.

Deep within those pupils, a black-red lotus had also flashed.

"I've been tricked!"

The previously dim-witted intelligence of Kurokawa Ryuji cleared before death, suddenly realizing...

He never needed to run!

As long as he did not resist, according to the rules of the Historical Correction Bureau, the other party could not kill him.

Yet from the very beginning, he had been like a puppet on strings, following a trajectory set by others.

"I am not willing..."

In an instant, his soul, flesh and blood, and spiritual energy were all snatched away by the Calamity Lotus, leaving not even ash behind, erasing all traces.

The Calamity Lotus drifted slowly, sinking into the void.

The shadow-eating great snake looked around, its two hook tails snatching the bronze mirror and dried bones from the air, opening a gateway, and vanishing.

At this moment, unbound spiritual energy and blood qi shot up to the sky.

Soon,

Jiang Yan and others arrived at the blood pool space, seeing the bound children.

At this moment, the culprit was caught red-handed.

Kurokawa Sosuke was devastated, as if mourning his own parents.

Divine Sakura Biologicals... no, the Kurokawa family, is finished!

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