Chapter 305

"Can't cut it, it's already too late."

The person in charge was on the verge of tears: "Almost the entire world knows by now."

That "window" covers a dozen cities including Tokyo, Yokohama, and Chiba; tens of millions of people just have to look up to see it.

With so many people, you get all kinds; there are plenty of heartless ones and plenty with nerves of steel.

And this is the era of self-media; dense streams of live broadcasts are popping up like raindrops, with even the smallest ones having hundreds of thousands of viewers.

Almost every location and every angle is being displayed to the entire world without a single blind spot.

The bosses of major platforms are already popping champagne.

Every major event is their carnival day, with scales expanding again and again; some have even seen absurd growth, with small platforms worth a hundred thousand dollars skyrocketing into listed companies worth twenty billion in just a few months.

They are completely the darlings of the era.

At this moment, this red-faced, high-spirited old boy is roaring frantically.

"Add it, add it all, put every push notification on him."

"Where's the Foreign Affairs Department? Foreign Affairs Department, listen to me, no matter what method you use, no matter how much money you spend, in ten minutes."

"I want to see the live stream window appear in every corner of YouTube, Facebook, and Twitter!"

"And you lot, servers, did you hear me, servers! In ten minutes, I want a server capable of holding one hundred million, no, one billion people!!!"

The whole world.

Live streaming platforms everywhere have gone insane, offering all sorts of contract terms, urgently signing streamers under their banners.

Countless people at construction sites, in office buildings, flirting, at school, and even young ladies in the middle of business were called away from their customers by a single phone call.

Under this astonishing efficiency.

Almost three minutes later, the total number of actual viewers across major live streams exceeded eighty million.

After crashing the platforms once, they swarmed into the newly rising Tiktok live streaming platform.

It surged at a speed that left the bosses of major platforms stunned.

One hundred million... one hundred eighty million... two hundred million... seven hundred million!!!

Tiktok Building.

Zhang Er-ming is grinning like an idiot, his fat face creased with joy.

"Hahahaha, what is called foresight? What is called wit? Hahaha."

Walking out with an arrogant stride that makes people want to hit him eight times an hour, he obediently went to sign the official guarantee.

I was wrong.

I'll do it again next time.

At this moment.

People from all over the globe are pouring in, and every single one who enters is an idiot.

Like silly geese, they have lost the ability to speak, staring blankly at that magnificent battlefield.

Even if the previous Seven Gods were thrown in, they would vanish without a bubble...

Soon, people began to come up with similar deductions.

Could it be... that the Seven Gods actually escaped from this battlefield?

It was nothing at first, and Luo Shu hadn't planned to make it up, but he couldn't stop people from filling in the blanks with their imaginations.

Watching the god-corpses fall, watching the new gods emerge from the corpses to rejoin the battlefield, the entire heaven and earth were being smashed to pieces.

A magnificent Old God the size of a planet roared, shattering the stars, piercing through layers of dimensions, and charging into the group of gods.

Crossing back and forth many times without defeat.

Tyrannical beyond compare, a single charge would kill who knows how many existences on the level of the Seven Great Giant Gods.

Facing such a terrifying hell.

If they were those Seven Gods, they would run too.

Suddenly.

In the god-slaughtering field across the window, a familiar yet strange graceful figure appeared.

Familiar because this person had once almost sent them, plus hundreds of millions of worlds, to their deaths.

Strange because at this moment, she was not human, but... a god.

Graceful, noble, like the mother of all gods, the consort of heaven.

Amidst infinite radiance, she lightly swung a continuously expanding moon phantom and smashed it down...

The sky exploded!

Under the most extreme violence, under the harshest authority.

Large swathes of the battlefield shattered instantly, along with many bewildered ancient gods and deities, smashing that arrogant Old Day into pieces.

Countless brilliant divine lights exploded at this moment, layered and magnificent, spilling over many worlds, many Earths.

Nourishing all things, bestowing grace upon all spirits.

"Ah..."

Some wanted to court death, but under the intense fear, they held it back.

Many were shivering and trembling; the more they thought about it, the more it seemed likely, and the more they pondered, the more they were convinced of the deduction.

Those damn Seven Gods definitely ran toward them out of fear.

Fifteen minutes ago. 0.3

Mount Fuji.

Lake Kawaguchi, one of the Five Lakes.

The lake water was clear and sparkling.

"The Dragon-Head Jewel?"

The graceful Jianshan Ming stood above the lake, holding a crystalline jewel, examining it carefully.

The power of this bow, the arrow can shoot a dragon, take its head's precious jade... the Dragon-Head Jewel.

Flowery words, fake enough to pass for real, but the jade branch is no common object... the Horai Jade Branch.

The fire of bitter love cannot burn this fur, today meeting you, the tears dry... the Fire-Rat Fur.

The light of slight dew, how can it compete with the moon, probably taken from Ogura Mountain... the Buddha's Stone Bowl.

This life's waiting, the swallow's cowrie shell, is the ethereal legend true... the Swallow's Cowrie Shell.

These are the five treasures of Kaguya from "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter," and also... the ritual for Shenjiuye to pull the Dream Castle into reality and break the seal.

"Well, can't see anything special."

Jianshan Ming curled her lips, casually preparing to throw it into the lake.

It's not a Noble Phantasm anyway...

Suddenly.

A roar.

"Stop!!!"

169. The terrified time-traveler Inuyasha, is this really the future?

As the terrifying sense of threat descended, a roaring sword pressure sliced through the lake and came roaring toward her.

An attack of this level?

Jianshan Ming frowned, turned into a phantom, appeared on the lake water dozens of meters away, and looked at the newcomer.

"A demon?"

It was indeed a silver-haired, red-robed dog demon, wielding a large sword, posturing for a demon attack.

"Inuyasha, slow down."

A young monk stopped him, then looked at her solemnly.

"Perhaps your era is too peaceful, so you don't understand what that heavenly maiden means."

Miroku said solemnly: "That is a great demon that devours gods, no, it is no longer a demon, but a god, a new god. In your peaceful era, it is absolutely an irresistible natural disaster."

Jianshan Ming looked strange.

Peaceful?

Tranquil?