Chapter 133: The World Cannot Forget

Su Daji — that name was far too uncommon; surveying the world, there was probably only one person who bore it, and even if there were a namesake, people knew perfectly well that when Abe no Nakamaro said "Su Daji," he absolutely did not mean some duplicate.

The Su Daji in his mouth was Tamamo-no-Mae!

She was also a great figure of ancient Hua — Su Daji!

The very Su Daji who had, with a single hand, toyed the ancient dynasty "Shang" into extinction, who had given rise to countless terrifying legends, whose true form was said to be a nine-tailed fox!

An ironclad smoking gun.

Hua had extraordinary beings, had myths and monsters, had extraordinary legends.

"So… that netizen didn't go missing — he really was silenced."

The netizens cried out in shock.

That netizen known as "Tight-Lipped Akainu," the very day he finished presenting evidence that Su Daji and Yamata no Orochi might have come from Hua, vanished without a trace. Before, when netizens said he'd been silenced, most were just joking — but now it seemed the joke had come true.

Miyagi Nao sobbed even louder; her last shred of侥幸 was gone.

The United States White House.

Achuan learned Su Daji's origins from his aide, froze for a moment, then stared blankly at the aide, his throat parched and dry as he said:

"Um… how about I change my name — to what you said, Chuan Jianguo or something. Would that make Hua like me a little more?"

If before, Abe no Nakamaro's connection to Hua couldn't count as evidence that Hua had extraordinary beings, then now it was nailed down.

Panic. Fear.

The thought of offending an entire nation's extraordinary beings made Achuan's scalp tingle. He could picture it: above Hua, one mouth after another spitting, tens of thousands of them, like cannonballs, pounding onto American soil.

The Statue of Liberty got spat to rubble — but America still had plenty of historic sites, like the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument…

At this moment, Achuan wanted to cry. Why couldn't America have just a few more historic sites? It didn't feel like enough for Hua's extraordinary beings to smash.

Hua had so many people — one spit per mouth — they could drown America in it.

Resentment burned in his heart. He wished America's every inch were historic sites, so the extraordinary beings could vent on those instead of on him.

At this moment, Achuan hoped — hoped with all his heart — that his own country's historical figures were all extraordinary beings, and that after he got spat on by Hua's extraordinary beings, these extraordinary historical figures would step forward one by one, reveal their names, and awe the world.

He had even come up with titles for these extraordinary historical figures.

Things like Falling-Cherry Divine Axe Washington, Heavenly-Thunder True Lord Franklin, Electric-Scorching Evil Soul Edison, Magnetic-Storm Demon King Tesla, Nuclear-Chain Mage Fermi, Fruit-Fly King Morgan, and so on — every historical figure, all earth-shakingly extraordinary.

Thinking it through to the end, Achuan hoped more and more, itching to verify it.

"How about we dig up these great men's graves? See if there are any bones inside. Maybe, like Japan's Master Konghai and Master Saicho, they all just pretended to die in history, just to cover up the existence of extraordinary beings."

The Japanese internet was in an uproar too.

Although there had been speculation that Hua had extraordinary beings, the moment it truly broke, the shock was immense.

And just as people were immersed in the revelation that Tamamo-no-Mae was Su Daji—

A voice rang out, as if sighing, as if recalling the past — as if Abe no Nakamaro's words had stirred memories. One utterance, and every living thing across all worlds went soft and intoxicated; it carried the utmost bewitching allure, yet also boundless dignity, like a goddess-queen speaking from on high.

"After all these years, how many still remember this name of mine?"

That utterance did not sound like a reply to Abe no Nakamaro, nor a question directed at him. One could hear the sigh and reminiscence contained within the words — it was more like a question posed to herself.

She admitted it!

Even if one didn't know her true intent, Tamamo-no-Mae's words tacitly accepted Abe no Nakamaro's calling her Su Daji.

She was Hua's Su Daji!!

The unhurried words echoed through heaven and earth.

Abe no Nakamaro paused slightly, somewhat surprised that Tamamo-no-Mae would say such things — it seemed some secret lay hidden within them.

"The world cannot forget."

He looked toward Tamamo-no-Mae, her figure hazy at the edge of this heaven and earth:

"The deeds Su Daji wrought, the last nine-tailed fox of Qingqiu — how could the world forget?"

Without the slightest change, Abe no Nakamaro stood in this heaven and earth, the radiance of his attained Dao blossoming forth of itself, carrying supreme Dao rhyme, illuminating this heaven and earth, bringing it vibrant life and lush greenery.

As if creating the world, granting all things revival, granting all spirits faith.

He was the heaven of this place, supreme and paramount. Simply standing there made one want to bow in worship, unable to harbor any blasphemy, rising with boundless awe.

Man, or god?

Doubt stirred in people's hearts. Abe no Nakamaro said he was a man, but apart from a man's outward form, he had already transcended the bounds of man — more like an supreme deity, born at the dawn of heaven and earth.

Then a rumbling, 沧桑 ancient voice of bygone years spread forth — Tamamo-no-Mae's reply.

"You know much, but that doesn't mean I will hold my hand."

Abe no Nakamaro was slightly taken aback.

"If you don't hold your hand, aren't you afraid the East will find out?"

He asked the same question again, only to dissuade Tamamo-no-Mae. Even though he could block her supreme might, he did not wish to go to war with her.

But the meaning of his words had no effect.

"Find out? I want them to find out."

A single utterance from Tamamo-no-Mae, ice-cold and heartless, carrying boundless, endless indifference.

This heaven and earth, pregnant with new life, was as if plunged into an ice age. Winter arrived — flowers, grass, trees, stones, even the earth and stars were coated in thick frost; wind and snow raged, sweeping across the eight directions of heaven and earth.

Words spoken became law.

Voice summoned heaven and earth's transformation!

This scene shook the heart.

Abe no Nakamaro did not change at heaven and earth's transformation, but at Tamamo-no-Mae's words, he was taken aback.

"Strange — if Tamamo-no-Mae is Su Daji, Abe no Nakamaro's words should have made her wary, right?" Professor Zhongtian frowned, his face full of confusion.

Professor Beishan nodded in agreement.

According to ancient records, when Tamamo-no-Mae was still Su Daji, she committed heinous crimes in Hua's Shang dynasty, and was ultimately beheaded. Hua clearly wanted Su Daji dead — no chance of leaving a survivor.

So she has now appeared in Japan, having left the East, but if the East learned she was still alive, they would surely send people to kill or capture Su Daji.

But why wasn't Su Daji afraid at all?

She even said she wanted the East to find out.

Could there be some hidden circumstances?

Even Professor Beishan and the others could figure it out—how could Abe no Nakamaro not? He immediately shifted his gaze toward the heroic-looking man and Master Saicho.

Blocking Tamamo-no-Mae's supreme power, Abe no Nakamaro had smoothly saved the heroic-looking man and Master Saicho and other ancient transcendent beings—these were Japan's backbone forces, they could not be allowed to die for nothing.

The heroic-looking man read the meaning behind Abe no Nakamaro's gaze—he was asking him: how did you provoke Tamamo-no-Mae, what exactly happened, he needed to know the whole cause and effect.

Clearly, the reason Abe no Nakamaro had not acted before was neither fear nor anything else, but simply that he was not in Japan. Had Tamamo-no-Mae not erupted with supreme power, he would not have noticed that a great battle was erupting in Japan. At his level, very few things could draw their attention; he couldn't be bothered to pay attention.