Chapter 221: Remember, My Name is Cangtu Aye (Begging for Monthly Tickets!)

"Attack!!"

"Move!!"

Without a word, the kings of both realms ceased fighting and unleashed great divine arts to shield the lives of their respective realms.

Boom!!

Heaven and earth trembled, the void shattered, the nine heavens exploded, as if before Nüwa mended the sky, a vast, utterly ruined hole had torn through the heavens.

There, all manner of qi and light interwove, dazzling to eternity, surging like tidal waves, overwhelming power roaring like an endless flood, sweeping across the eight directions, shaking sky and earth, shattering every great mountain, lake, and sea in this domain.

The qi waves surged straight beyond the heavens, rippling into the void, turning the black void brilliantly radiant.

This was a terrifying battle.

Even the Sky King likely never anticipated that, after so long without truly unleashing his full strength, spurred on by Kamikawa Mitsu and under the pressure of a deadly foe, he had erupted with every ounce of his power, awakening boundless potential and delivering a strike whose might neared that of a god's third step.

This was a true epoch-defining battle.

A battle sufficient to be recorded in the history of this realm in any world, reaching the absolute peak of this cultivation level, radiant in its age, dazzling past and present.

The final

This was a true apex battle, one sufficient to be recorded in the history of this realm in any world, reaching the absolute peak of this cultivation level, radiant in its age.

A final thunderous roar that split the nine heavens.

In the nine heavens' starry expanse, blood rained down, striking the earth and carving out countless meteor craters, falling into the void, standing out starkly against the black void, radiating ferocious demonic aura, disrupting that stretch of space and filling hearts with dread.

Whose blood was it?

The Sky King's? Or Kamikawa Mitsu's?

Countless eyes turned to the nine heavens; Li Gui, Kamikawa Chiye, and others connected to Kamikawa Mitsu were on edge, sweat beading on their palms and foreheads.

Deep within the nine heavens, layers of light overlapped and clashed, swirling chaotically; the residual power blurred vision, making it impossible to discern the battle's outcome.

Boom!

Deep within that ten-thousand-li expanse of the nine heavens, it exploded all at once—if this blast had struck Earth, Earth would have shattered like an eggshell; had it exploded beside Earth, Earth's rotation would have been thrown off.

Kamikawa Mitsu stood there, great halberd in hand, his demonic aura surging, appearing like a great demon god—his figure was not large, yet in the eyes of mortals he towered infinitely, reaching heaven and earth, taller than the colossal monstrous bird the Sky King had transformed into.

Before him stood the Sky King, once again transformed into a terrifying old man.

The two simply stared at each other, as if neither had suffered a single scratch.

No victor? The world was stunned.

Suddenly, the Sky King spoke, his voice calm and quiet.

"Remember, my name is Cang Tu Ayé."

With those words spoken,

his body disintegrated, dissolving with that quiet utterance into the wind.

He wished this strongest opponent he had ever encountered—the most gifted, most terrifying being in heaven and earth—to remember him.

For over two thousand years as an adult, the Sky King had been proud, believing that even if he wasn't the strongest in history, he was unquestionably the most brilliant in his own realm.

Indeed, this was true: just now, he had unleashed power only a god of the third step could achieve, while standing at the second step.

Yet he still lost.

Utterly defeated, at the height of his glory, crushed by an even more dazzling strength.

In his final moment, he harbored no resentment—he knew he had not lost unfairly; all he wished was to use his last dying strength to tell his opponent his name.

To make this being, who ended his glory, remember.

Remember that a being named Cang Tu Ayé had fallen beneath his halberd.

If this being—destined to tower over his age—could remember him, perhaps his life had not been in vain.

"Kamikawa Mitsu."

As the Sky King's body began to disintegrate, Kamikawa Mitsu whispered softly, offering his opponent the highest respect.

Crash!

Like shattered porcelain, the Sky King's body broke apart, fragments scattering and dissolving in the wind.

Those who observed closely could see: as the Sky King's body shattered, he smiled before death.

Silence.

Whether in the Demon Realm or among Takahashi's group, countless individuals fell utterly still, like stagnant water, not a ripple stirred.

Then Kamikawa Chiye, Takee Sashiko, and others connected to Kamikawa Mitsu erupted in excitement, some even weeping with joy.

Lord Kamikawa has won.

Not just won—he killed his opponent, escaped the threat of death. Amazing! No one imagined Kamikawa would be this strong.

Honestly, one might suspect he's the reincarnation of some ancient great being.

This was everyone's unspoken thought.

Yet amid the excitement, there was confusion—many were puzzled.

"Kamikawa Mitsu is a descendant of Ashiya Dōman, so why… doesn't he display even a trace of the mystic, unpredictable arts of an onmyōji? He seems more like a demon god, a great demon deity."

Inspector Takahashi remarked.

Earlier, during the fierce battle between Kamikawa Mitsu and the Sky King, no one had time to ponder this; now, in stillness, they noticed the light radiating from Kamikawa Mitsu, the aura surging around him—demonic, sinister, terrifyingly ferocious—nothing like the image of an onmyōji.

According to ancient texts, shouldn't an onmyōji summon shikigami to fight, hold talismans in hand, chant divine incantations, and wield talismans as magical arts?

"What's so surprising about that? Haven't you forgotten Ashiya Dōman's true identity?"

As everyone puzzled, Professor Zhongtian spoke calmly:

"Ashiya Dōman was no orthodox onmyōji like Abe no Seimei or Kamo no Nakatada. Ancient texts record him as a great villain, an 'evil' onmyōji. Is it not natural that such a morally ambiguous onmyōji would cultivate demonic-looking yin-yang arts?"

Hearing Professor Zhongtian's words, everyone nodded in agreement.

It does seem that way.

An evil-path onmyōji recorded in ancient texts, especially a Transcendent one—how could he possibly cast all manner of divinely sacred spells? You have to know that since ancient times, in every mythology, demons, monsters, or villainous evil-path cultivators—whenever they cast spells, weren't they all steeped in darkness, their evil aura surging to the heavens?

There wasn't a single exception.

As an onmyōji, Ashiya Dōman was righteous, yet also evil—counted as evil. A Transcendent who was both righteous and wicked, it was only natural that the spells he created looked dark as a demon's; and as Ashiya Dōman's descendant, Kamikawa Mitsu, cultivating his divine abilities, naturally carried a chillingly sinister aura.

Just as everyone was thinking this, Professor Zhongtian abruptly shifted the topic.

"It's just… there's one thing I don't quite understand. When Kamikawa Mitsu was fighting that terrifying being called Cangtu Aye, he once opened his mouth and spat out a divine ability—no matter how you look at it, that doesn't seem like an onmyōji spell at all; instead, it looks more like a yokai's spell."

As he spoke, he paused, thought it over carefully, then jolted and said:

"Right! That divine ability—don't you all think it looks a lot like the Great Daitokuji's spell? Although the power seems different, that feeling seems about the same."

The moment these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Also stunned were the netizens online who had raised the same view as Professor Zhongtian.

"Could Kamikawa Mitsu be a yokai??"

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