Chapter 129: Could Abe no Seimei Have Been Scared Into Hiding?

Professor Beishan clicked his tongue in wonder, having never believed that demons and the supernatural truly existed; historians investigating history always considered it from the human angle, thus assuming that the transition from the Heian period to the Kamakura period was simply the rise of the warriors, and therefore the generals who controlled the warriors began to seize power.

Now he knew that was all nonsense; the real reason was the war of national scale launched by Emperor Toru against Tamamo-no-Mae.

Suddenly.

Professor Beishan, who along with everyone else was watching Tamamo-no-Mae, stared at her and realized a problem.

The next moment.

He cried out in shock.

"The great battle has gone this far, so how was Tamamo-no-Mae defeated!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Director Takahashi and the others' bodies shook violently.

They had been so busy thinking about whether this battle was the turning point from the Heian period to the Kamakura period that they forgot the situation right before their eyes.

Look at this place.

Heaven and earth were shattered, blood flowed enough to float cauldrons, countless shrines and temples' supernatural beings were killed or wounded, an army of five hundred thousand was annihilated, the heroic man and Monk Saicho were both gravely injured—not a single intact corpse could be found, not a single lightly wounded supernatural being could be found.

This battle was not the so-called fifty-fifty; it was a complete and utter one-sided rout.

"This..." the netizens fell silent, their minds going blank.

It wasn't that their brains were slow to notice these things only now; it was truly because this battle had unfolded from the very beginning exactly as recorded in ancient legends—first a hundred thousand died, then three hundred thousand, then eight hundred onmyoji and three hundred sixty Gao Seng, all exactly the same.

Therefore Professor Beishan and the others had subconsciously assumed that Tamamo-no-Mae would, just as the ancient legends recorded, be suppressed in the end no matter how awesome she was at the start, so they simply stopped thinking about the ancient records and focused on watching the developments, treating it like a real 3D movie based on history.

But now, they suddenly realized something was wrong.

Tamamo-no-Mae's final strike fell, and all the people were dead.

"Professor Beishan, how was Tamamo-no-Mae ultimately defeated?" Professor Zhongtian asked.

"History records that in the end the great army used two hundred thousand people as a Sacrifice, and all the demon-slayers exhausted their lifelong cultivation to fire Master Jianzhen's Dharma Arrow, killing Tamamo-no-Mae."

Professor Beishan said this while looking across this heaven and earth trying to find any trace of the five-hundred-thousand army, only to find not even a handful of ashes.

Where were the promised two hundred thousand troops as a Sacrifice?

Damn it, the five-hundred-thousand army had been ground to dust and ashes, where could there still be two hundred thousand troops?

And all the supernatural beings exhausting their lifelong cultivation to fire Master Jianzhen's Dharma Arrow? Are you kidding me? The corpses of supernatural beings litter the mountains and fields across this vast heaven and earth, supernatural beings lying on the ground, breathing in but not breathing out, only a handful of supernatural beings survived—how could that be "all the supernatural beings exhausting their lifelong cultivation"?

"Could it be that Tamamo-no-Mae won?"

A netizen said trembling, his whole body shaking nonstop.

Silence.

No one answered his question.

Because everyone thought the same as him.

Based on the current situation, Tamamo-no-Mae's single strike annihilating the supernatural forces of an entire nation had already secured victory, and no one could imagine what kind of being could match Tamamo-no-Mae, because she never even took a second step until the very end, only exchanged a few strikes throughout the whole battle—no matter how you looked at it, she still had plenty of strength left, her power was unimaginably vast.

"Someone tampered with history!"

Miyagi Nao, usually thick-skinned, couldn't help but blurt out her thoughts, her voice echoing through the livestream room, reverberating in the ears of everyone watching the livestream.

Hearts suddenly stopped.

Blood seemed to stop flowing.

Countless people looked at Miyagi Nao as if struck by lightning, silently moving away from her side, keeping a safe distance.

"????"

Miyagi Nao noticed the change in the people beside her and couldn't help but be stunned; only after a good while did her thick-headed self finally realize the reason.

The next moment.

On her adorably blank face hung a mournful expression, tears welling in her eyes.

"I, I'm not... not going to be... be silenced, am I..."

So nervous and scared she even stuttered, her voice carrying a sobbing tone, heartbreaking to hear, yet no one dared to feel for her.

No choice, because they were afraid of dying.

If they went up to comfort her now, they might be considered accomplices and silenced together.

Who is Tamamo-no-Mae? In terms of allure, she brought ruin to a nation; in terms of charm, she could topple all living beings; in terms of talent, she was first across all ages; in terms of strength, she was like an supreme Empress; in terms of achievement, she was a supreme great demon whose single battle influenced three eras.

The battle record of such a supreme great demon had actually been tampered with.

Anyone with half a brain could see there was something fishy going on, that there was an unknown truth that could not be made public.

And this kind of situation is called a secret.

What is a secret? It's only called a secret when it cannot be known; if it's known, is it still a secret? Therefore, secrets must be kept.

【"Tight-Lipped Red Dog" has a companion now.】

【Streamer, go down and ask that "Tight-Lipped Red Dog" for us, ask him how he got silenced.】

【Streamer, take care, may Amaterasu bless you~】

【Brothers, send the streamer some gifts, consider it a farewell gift for her.】

The viewers' "caring" barrage comments nearly made Miyagi Nao cry.

Not crying from being touched, but crying from fright.

As an internet industry worker, Miyagi Nao naturally knew about online matters, knew who "Tight-Lipped Red Dog" was—wasn't he that netizen whose lips were so tight they leaked, who revealed the secret that Yamata no Orochi and Tamamo-no-Mae came from Huaguo?

To this day, that netizen is still at the top of the missing persons list.

Wait a moment...

Tight-Lipped Red Dog's secret also involved Tamamo-no-Mae, and what I'm saying now also involves Tamamo-no-Mae.

When Miyagi Nao thought of this, she burst out crying with a wail.

Even though the gifts in the livestream room kept pouring in nonstop, reaching the highest peak in history, an hour's worth equaling a year's income for her, the harder she cried, the more the gifts wouldn't stop, they poured in even harder.

But she couldn't be happy at all; the piles of gifts before her eyes were all joss paper money to her now.

Compared to Miyagi Nao's fear of being silenced, Director Takahashi and the others felt more of a lingering dread and creeping horror.

Who is rewriting the history of Tamamo-no-Mae?

Why would they rewrite it?

Or rather, who could have rewritten Tamamo-no-Mae's history? Who would have such tremendous ability?

All sorts of questions swirled in their minds.

"Abe no Seimei?" Professor Beishan uttered a name, looked at the crowd, his eyes glinting.

Such a baffling question—only a single name, no information given—but everyone understood implicitly, grasping the meaning.

Professor Beishan was probably asking whether it was Abe no Seimei who had rewritten Tamamo-no-Mae's history.

Clearly, Professor Beishan and the others, just like Miyagi Nao, were afraid of being silenced.

So he spoke very cryptically, merely uttering a name out of the blue—surely they couldn't gag him for that, since it was only the name of someone famous near and far, like saying hello on the street.

Besides, he never said anything like "Did Abe no Seimei rewrite Tamamo-no-Mae's history?"—you can't just assume that's what he meant because he dropped a name.

At his words, a light came into the eyes of the crowd.

Come to think of it, why hasn't Abe no Seimei shown up?

They couldn't help but turn their gaze toward the hazy figure of Tamamo-no-Mae.

At this moment, Tamamo-no-Mae—who had annihilated an army of five hundred thousand, decimated even the Transcendents, and left ancient Transcendents such as the heroic man and Monk Saichō critically wounded and on the brink of death—had not yet stopped.

She lightly raised a hand white as jade.

Cold and merciless.

In her eyes, although the heroic man, Monk Saichō, and the other ancient Transcendents were fearless in the face of death and worthy of reverence, an enemy was an enemy—they had to die. No mercy existed. Unleashing supreme, overwhelming power to slay them was the greatest mercy and respect she could show them.

A supreme, overwhelming power that shook three thousand great worlds and made the heavens tremble burst forth. The crowd exchanged glances, each feeling an inexplicable strangeness.

Abe no Seimei wouldn't have been scared into not showing up, would he…

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