Chapter 187: He Will Return to the Name of Chimei Wangliang (Celebrating Our Alliance Master

The Japanese gods have returned; this is something Director Takahashi and others know, having witnessed the anomalies with their own eyes.

Just as everyone was bewildered, wondering why the Japanese gods were absent.

"What a lively scene—are you holding some kind of party? May I join?"

At the sound of this voice, everyone who had been paying attention to Beimeizhou—Director Takahashi included, even all Japanese who had watched the videos of the deceased king—suddenly trembled.

It's him!!

The voice was too familiar; they had heard it, not just once, especially Director Takahashi and his group.

Noble, elegant, refined, calm… no adjective could capture the Gao Ya of that voice, let alone imitate it.

The next moment.

Everyone turned to look.

Far off, where sky met earth, at the edge of heaven and earth, shadowy figures appeared, followed by a thunderous roar as a host of warriors emerged, radiating overwhelming demonic energy.

The energy shook the cosmos, reverberated through heaven and earth; demonic qi filled the heavens and earth, suppressing the Nine Heavens and obscuring the Nine Nether Realms and the mortal realm.

The world's gaze trembled in shock—they saw the host, led by a young man wearing a half-wooden mask, exquisitely beautiful, his beauty and nobility undimmed even by the mask.

He was too noble, unmatched even by angels, more noble than angels, unlike the nobility of the Seven Archangels or Lucifer—no trace of holiness, no hint of arrogance, only the gentle breeze of a free cloud and wild crane: noble yet unpretentious, his bearing extraordinary, every gesture and step exuding a soothing, scholarly grace, an ineffable elegance and otherworldliness.

The overwhelming demonic qi surged around him, adding a seductive allure to his scholarly nobility—demonic yet not evil, noble as a celestial aristocrat, and enhancing his solemnity, as if he were a Confucian monarch walking among mortals, detached from worldly strife.

He cared only for himself; life and death were but fleeting clouds.

This world, saturated with divinity from the gods, now took on something different because of his arrival.

He stepped forward, leading his host onward; demonic qi filled the heavens, like a stretch of yin land from the netherworld, piercing the Nine Nether Realms, crossing the other shore, emerging from the Huang Quan Road, descending upon the mortal realm to bring terror, to bring demons and specters.

People saw clearly.

They were demons—tens of thousands of them, some towering like Higashio Dashan, others small as sprites, yet all radiating demonic qi that pierced the heavens, capable of plunging the ten directions into ruin; especially the demons standing beside him, each like a supreme demonic god, emerging from ancient times, shaking heaven and earth, dominating the primordial wastelands.

Hyakki Yagyō!

This is Hyakki Yagyō!

"Lord Cimu!" Director Takahashi and others cried out, nearly groaning with excitement.

That noble figure was the most trusted right hand of the Lord of Chimei Wangliang, his closest friend—Lord Cimu—and now the leader of Hyakki Yagyō; if the Lord of Chimei Wangliang did not come, then Lord Cimu was the master of Hyakki Yagyō.

At this moment, the world witnessed what Hyakki Yagyō truly was—and its terror.

"Demonic god."

This was the impression everyone had upon first seeing Lord Cimu—a god among demons.

At that very moment.

Eight million divine glories shone, piercing countless thousands.

After Hyakki Yagyō arrived, the Japanese gods came too—the clouds of the Nine Heavens parted, ten thousand rays of auspicious light spread, layers of auspicious clouds appeared, each teeming with gods, at least a thousand per layer, arriving in vast numbers, numbering tens of thousands.

"Tsukuyomi!!"

Professor Zhongtian screamed in disbelief, eyes wide, fixed on a solitary divine figure standing at the forefront of the auspicious clouds.

The figure stood tall, his divine radiance not blinding but softly brilliant, yet immensely powerful and blazing—just standing there alone, he rivaled ten thousand deities, like a moon high above, watching mortal life and death, ignoring past and future, existing only in this moment.

Tsukuyomi, also known as the Moon God, one of Japan's Three Great Deities, the embodiment of the moon, ruler of night, said to have later been granted the attributes of a god of the underworld, believed to co-rule the Huang Quan with Izanami.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't mind if I join the festivities."

Tsukuyomi smiled gently, waving his hand; behind him, tens of thousands of gods descended like a flood of primordial chaos, descending upon this world, shaking the cosmos, causing sun, moon, and stars to tremble.

All the gods had gathered.

The world's hearts tightened to their limit.

"Even Japan's demons and gods have come—they seem to stand with the Maya gods," someone observed, seeing Tsukuyomi and Lord Cimu arrive with their gods and demons, bowing slightly to the Maya god Camunpuz, the meaning unmistakable.

Luxi smiled broadly.

"A hundred years since we last met, Cimu."

"Luxi, it's been a long time."

Lord Cimu turned to look at Luxi; even with all the gods present, his expression remained unmoved, always composed, elegant, otherworldly—had it not been for the demonic qi radiating from him, one might have mistaken him for a god.

The two stood side by side, exchanging smiles; it was hard to imagine two mythic deities so vastly different could be so familiar, as if they once shared a deep connection.

This scene was unquestionably a world-class masterpiece: one a fallen nobleman, the other a demonic nobleman, equally noble yet distinct in aura; their union instantly sent fangirls into a frenzy, the very image they dreamed of—a beautiful male romance.

Not just fangirls—even other men and women, young and old, were entranced by the beauty of these two.

"Did Sake no Tsumi send you?" Luxi asked.

At these words, everyone strained to listen—they desperately wanted to know why Lord Cimu had come, why he was aiding the Maya gods, since they were demons, not gods, and not part of the reckoning.

"Not Sake no Tsumi. He's still at the Primordial Battlefield; after the last Yuzaoqian banquet, he made a wager with Yuzaoqian—he won't return until he's slain three thousand gods and demons."

Lord Cimu spoke calmly, as if this were no great secret—yet it stunned the world.

Three thousand gods and demons!?

These were gods and demons of the Primordial Battlefield—not something you could just kill; the strength of "that side" was already known to the world from the anomalies triggered by the Feathered Serpent God—powerful even among the gods.

And… what did "wager" mean?

"The last Yuzaoqian banquet? Could it be…?"

Director Takahashi froze, exchanged glances with the others, and all cried out together.

"Huangchuan Yunhu!"

They remembered—the Huangchuan Yunhu incident, when the Lord of Chimei Wangliang had led Hyakki Yagyō into the Supernatural world to attend Yuzaoqian's banquet. So Lord Cimu's mention of Sake no Tsumi and Yuzaoqian's wager must have originated from that banquet.

But…

"What was the wager? Did Sake no Tsumi lose it?" Professor Beishan asked curiously.

Unfortunately, no one knew—and there was no time to ponder.

Lord Cimu turned to the assembled gods and spoke softly:

"I have come at the behest of Yagi to aid the Maya gods; additionally, Yagi instructed me to tell you all that if anyone dares lay a hand on his brother, the Feathered Serpent God, he shall reclaim the name of Xiangliu."

His tone was light, but the words he spoke were deadly enough to stain heaven and earth, as if all the heavens bled at that moment, and the beings of the A thousand great worlds were laid waste.