Chapter 132: Su Daji Is Tamamo-no-Mae

Blocked it!

The matchless might that the heroic man, Master Saicho, and countless ancient transcendent beings, along with an army of five hundred thousand, could not stop—Abe no Nakamaro blocked it.

"He blocked it! He blocked it!"

Director Takahashi gripped Minister Saito's shoulders with both hands, shaking him nonstop.

Many were激动, the pent-up pressure in their hearts finally released.

Tamamo-no-Mae's display of power was like an ancient mountain pressing on their hearts, leaving them unable to breathe, filling them with a sense of helplessness and despair—could a person truly be this powerful?

The Higashio Hisashi incident had shown people the staggering potential of humanity, that snuffing out a world was effortless—but Tamamo-no-Mae's power could only be looked up to. Even knowing humanity's potential was vast, vast indeed, it was hard to conceive that a person could grow powerful enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

And now Abe no Nakamaro had blocked Tamamo-no-Mae's matchless might…

This scene was like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart.

We can!

It's possible!

Abe no Nakamaro and Tamamo-no-Mae had only exchanged a single palm-strike between them. Looking at the two, neither flushed nor breathed heavily—it was clear neither had given their all, and there was no way to judge who was stronger.

But at the very least, Abe no Nakamaro had blocked that strike. That alone was enough.

As long as one strike could be blocked, people no longer had to stand in helpless, hopeless despair, passively awaiting death—at the very least, there was still a chance to fight back.

"Worthy of being an ancient figure who made his name in Hua Country—truly incredible." Professor Beishan gazed at Abe no Nakamaro with a mixture of fanaticism and awe.

Abe no Nakamaro's appearance further proved that Hua Country was absolutely no simple matter.

Setting aside everything before, the mere fact that Abe no Nakamaro's residence was built in Hua Country's ancient architectural style was proof enough—Hua Country was extraordinary, possessed a side of history unknown to the world.

……

The White House, Mi Country.

A-Chuan took the file on Abe no Nakamaro handed to him by his assistant, and his expression shifted to shock after reading it.

"Excuse me?! This guy is connected to Hua Country too?!!"

From the file, Abe no Nakamaro practically looked like a Hua Country graduate.

This was a being of matchless power who could trade palms with Tamamo-no-Mae, and he had spent nearly the better part of his life in Hua Country—longer than the time he'd spent in Japan. Didn't that mean… his strength might well be deeply tied to Hua Country!

When the Japanese transcendent incident broke out, A-Chuan had crammed materials on Japan's transcendent historical figures—such as Master Konghai and Lord Cimu.

Through Master Konghai, he had learned that Master Konghai only rose to fame after returning from advanced study in Hua Country. Based on the information provided by analysts, Hua Country might well harbor extraordinary myths, ghosts, and transcendent beings.

However, at the time there weren't many leads, and the Mi Country analysts' assessment was around fifty percent—in other words, half-believing, half-doubting.

Back then, A-Chuan hadn't given much thought to the Hua Country angle, because he didn't believe Hua Country possessed any particularly extraordinary transcendent power—after all, he and Hua Country had been at each other's throats plenty recently.

Now Abe no Nakamaro was also connected to Hua Country.

Once might be coincidence, but twice couldn't still be coincidence, right? What kind of coincidence would that be—two transcendent figures, both heavyweights, both connected to Hua Country? To say Hua Country had no extraordinary transcendent power…

His eyelids twitched wildly, his heart pounding.

A-Chuan's breathing grew rapid; he felt a cerebral hemorrhage coming on.

"Um… are we absolutely sure Mi Country doesn't have any transcendent historical figures or anything like that?" A-Chuan asked everyone present.

Hua Country had transcendent power, and he had been going at Hua Country so hard, dissing them on Twitter nonstop—wasn't that the same as offending the entire transcendent community of Hua Country??

Damn it—offending one Abe no Nakamaro was already rough, and now he'd directly offended an entire nation's transcendent power. Who the hell could withstand that? No good! He had to hurry and find out whether his own country had any transcendent power. At the very least, if one nation's transcendent power came knocking, he'd need his own country's transcendent power to hold the line.

Thoughts were plump; reality was gaunt.

A Mi Country senior official asked:

"Transcendent historical figures? You mean the kind who made contributions to our country, left a great impact on later generations, and even at an advanced age are still respected and talked about with relish by people—but who have already passed away?"

A-Chuan: "Yes!"

Indeed, transcendent historical figures seemed to be exactly as he described—for example, Abe no Nakamaro and Master Konghai were both figures who left an impact on later generations, still respected and talked about with relish even at an advanced age, and whose historical records stated they had already died.

Hearing this, the Mi Country senior official said tactfully:

"Oh, then I think Stan Lee counts as one. You know, the one who made contributions to our country, created the Marvel Universe, brought a tremendous impact on later generations of Mi Country sci-fi hero films—even as an old grandpa he was still respected, and every time he appeared in a Marvel movie, people would talk about him with relish. He finally passed at the age of 95. He fits your description perfectly."

A-Chuan: "……"

He stood there dumbfounded, like a lone skiff in great waves, solitary, so cold, surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Silently pulling out his phone, A-Chuan hesitated over whether to delete Twitter—or just uninstall it altogether. From now on, no more governing by Twitter, no more campaigning—just retire peacefully.

Seeing this, the assistant offered comfort:

"Don't overthink it. You're not that hated in Hua Country either—at least your extreme approach has been cheered on by plenty of Hua Country folks. I remember you were even affectionately given a Chinese name, something like Chuan Jianguo…

Besides, for now there's no proof that Hua Country definitely has extraordinary transcendent power."

The next moment.

Abe no Nakamoro, who had blocked Tamamo-no-Mae's matchless might, under the horrified gazes of countless people, with the myriad realms trembling and ripples spreading across the heavens—his true form stepped out from the world of the Divine Isle, traversed the endless vastness, and descended upon this very天地, which beneath the divine radiance of his matchless might was gradually healing and recovering.

Divine ripples of light, illuminating through endless ages.

His true form was towering, weathered like an ancient pine-ridge spanning heaven and earth—bearing the pine's venerable age and the ridge's towering majesty.

Abe no Nakamaro spoke, his voice weathered and ancient, like that of an ancient god.

"Su Daji, wreaking havoc in this天地—aren't you afraid the Eastern side will notice?"

Silence.

Deathly silence.

As if the present world had plunged into the primordial chaos at the moment of creation, every sound vanishing.

One could see countless faces frozen wooden and blank, eyes drained of all other emotion and color, leaving only horror.

The next moment.

Out of the极致 silence came a violent uproar—incontinent roars, shouts, and howls like an unstoppable storm, pouring out without end.

Su Daji?!!

Abe no Nakamaro called Tamamo-no-Mae "Su Daji"!!

"Am I getting so old I'm hearing things? Did Abe no Nakamaro just call Tamamo-no-Mae Su Daji?!" Professor Beishan, nearly eighty or ninety years old, those cloudy old eyes of his bulged round, bursting with intense light, as though refusing to die with his eyes closed, stubbornly staring wide open.

Before the livestream room.

"What did I just hear?! Su Daji?! Tamamo-no-Mae is Su Daji?!"

"Su Daji!! Tamamo-no-Mae is Su Daji!! She really is Su Daji!!"

Countless people went mad—some grabbed their hair, nearly tearing out great clumps of it; some slammed both hands violently down on the mechanical keyboards they'd spent a fortune to buy, smashing them to pieces without even noticing, their emotions so intense their veins were popping…

People often say that before an avalanche, not a single snowflake can settle down quietly.

Now was the perfect illustration—no one could stay calm.

……