Chapter 275

Due to the ancient imperial capital's system, everyone was discarding their weapons.

Suddenly.

There was a history student named Dao.

"My god, I remember reading that in ancient times, entering the imperial capital meant not only no weapons, but also strict appearance standards—otherwise it was seen as an insult to the Emperor."

Silence, then a burst of chaos.

A girl covered her mouth: "That's right—I've seen TV dramas where everyone entering the Emperor's residence was meticulously dressed and groomed."

"No way, I'm dead then." A man who had rushed here to seize the opportunity, still in his pajamas and baggy shorts, looked utterly despairing: "If I walk in like this, I'm dead."

Beside him, another girl was equally desperate, lowering her head to stare at the cotton slippers she was wearing—a pair with a cute fox head design:

"Yamamori is a nine-tailed fox—I'm wearing fox-head slippers, doesn't that mean I'm stepping on her? I'm done. Should I take them off now? But if I take them off, I'm barefoot—and I have athlete's foot."

The crowd buzzed endlessly—some looked gloomy and lamenting, others delighted.

A girl from Bbangguk, dressed like a celebrity, dabbed foundation on her cheeks and said sweetly:

"Thank goodness my country's girls have good habits—we always put on makeup and dress up before going out, never leave the house without it."

A young man in a suit rolled his eyes and sneered:

"Please. You did dress up and maintain good appearance, but ancient times didn't have plastic surgery. Look at your face—full of hyaluronic acid, and those massive silicone implants. In ancient Huaguo, they said: 'Your body, hair, and skin are gifts from your parents.'

You got double eyelid surgery, filled your face with fillers—in ancient times, that's called self-mutilation, and it's unfilial."

The girl froze, her foundation dropping to the ground.

For a long while, she said nothing, wanting to argue—but somehow, what he said made perfect sense.

The scene was a noisy mess, everyone frantically trying to fix their appearance at the last minute.

Even those watching on TV couldn't help glancing down at their own clothes.

"Guess I'll have to keep my appearance neat from now on—can't be too sloppy. What if some future opportunity suddenly appears?"

This thought surfaced in the heart of every person on Earth.

Meanwhile, on the other side:

"Nisan, do you think the media won't dare enter the palaces of Heian-kyo?" Kamikawa Chiaki suddenly asked.

"They probably won't dare. They're paid to work, not to risk their lives."

"Got it."

Then, before Kamikawa Mitsu's stunned gaze, Kamikawa Chiaki picked up her phone and turned on live streaming.

"Hello, viewers! I'm Kamikawa Chiaki, delighted to bring you a live tour of one corner of Heian-kyo."

No one could resist the allure of a live stream from the elite Onmyoji family, the Ashiya clan.

Within minutes, the viewer count skyrocketed—tens of millions, then hundreds of millions—instantly crashing the servers.

Come on, this was a descendant of the Ashiya clan going live—not only could you see what happened inside the palace, but if you chatted with her, flattered her, wouldn't you ascend to immortality and become rich?

Insane.

The livestream platform exploded.

As viewers surged, gifts flooded the screen endlessly.

The platform owner, seeing this, nearly fainted with excitement, immediately ordered all other livestreams throttled or forcibly shut down, redirecting every single traffic channel to Kamikawa Chiaki. Even so, viewers kept pouring in, overwhelming the servers—servers were drowning, yet the audience's passion refused to be stopped, flooding the stream relentlessly.

Kamikawa Mitsu laughed and groaned.

"Chiaki, what are you doing?"

"Making extra money! Ito and Muroto Meijiang told me this is a golden chance—not everyone on Earth can enter the palace. Most can't come at all. I stream the palace for them, earn money, and satisfy their regret of not seeing it—perfect. I'm such a good person."

Kamikawa Chiaki puffed out her chest proudly, her eyes sparkling like tiny stars.

Kamikawa Mitsu tapped her head. He didn't know whether to call her a money-making genius or just bizarrely quick-witted.

"Captain! Shinki is gone!"

The elite who had been watching the Heian-kyo palace's movements shouted.

Instantly, all eyes turned.

Before them, the ancient palace's radiant divine radiance, like endless waves of starlight, rippled and slowly retracted until it clung to the palace's surface.

As if a liquid, flowing film of light had been painted over the grand structure—brilliant, unchanging, more magnificent than ever.

Under the bright sun, the divine radiance blazed.

"Let's go." Kamikawa Mitsu led Kamikawa Chiaki into the palace, whose single corner still radiated grandeur.

The crowd followed closely behind.

Inside the palace.

Twelve dragon-like pillars supported the great hall; the floor was like crystal and glazed porcelain, shimmering with luminous flow. The hall was empty, cold and quiet—but the twelve pillars, massive and towering, gave the hall a majestic, earth-shaking presence, swallowing mountains and rivers.

The hall was vast enough to hold tens of thousands without crowding.

Kamikawa Chiaki aimed her phone at the pillars.

The pillars rose like soaring dragons, while above the hall stretched a black sky, dotted with stars, the Milky Way hanging high, brilliant and vast.

"An inner heavenly realm!"

Someone looked up at the ceiling, stunned into silence.

This was a real starry sky!

No one on Earth failed to gasp—trapping an entire starry sky as a ceiling… this scale…

Instinctively, people turned to the twelve grand pillars, towering upward, their tops unseen, their height unknowable—like pillars holding up the heavens and earth, as if ready to pierce into infinite void, dragons leaping from the abyss, soaring through darkness.

Yet what drew attention wasn't the pillars' grandeur, nor the starry ceiling.

It was the carvings on the pillars—each one depicted something different, wildly varied, as if each recorded an entire lifetime.

Gazing directly at the pillars, the carvings appeared vividly alive—yet a strong dissonance arose: the images blurred, became indistinct, and yet sounds emerged—voices of living beings, chanting sutras, prayers, the patter of rain—all merging together.

This feeling wasn't limited to those present.

Even those watching through the livestream saw the pillar and felt the same.

Japan's Transcendent Response Department.

Professor Beishan held the analysis team's report on the pillar and spoke aloud:

"Based on our consultant team's analysis, these pillars should be the carver's life experiences branded into them. Looking at the pillar is equivalent to seeing a person's life — and the life of a powerful god or demon at that. Ordinary human brains can't process that much memory, which is why we can't see the carvings on the pillar clearly.

To put it very simply, you're using a 3K HD TV trying to watch 4K picture quality — how could that possibly work? The TV's hardware is right there."

Director Takahashi and the others heard this and felt it was a great pity — this very likely was Tamamo-no-Mae's life.

Just at that moment.

"Nii-san, this wouldn't happen to be Tamamo-no-Mae's life, would it?" Kamikawa Chie asked curiously aloud.

Everyone froze on the spot, turning to look in unison.

Holy crap! How did we forget about this big shot?

We can't see the pillar's carvings, but this big shot is a god-demon level existence — he might be able to.

"It is indeed Tamamo-no-Mae's life, though the record isn't complete. She only branded her most important memories into it, afraid that endless years of weathering would make her forget them," Kamikawa Mitsu said softly.

Including Kamikawa Chie, everyone's eyes lit up.

Even Director Takahashi and the other big shots in front of the TV stood up in excitement, wishing they could pass right through the screen and head straight to the scene.

Kamikawa Mitsu can see these life memories!!

Doesn't that mean… they could learn about Tamamo-no-Mae's life from his mouth.

Hearts surging with emotion.

Everyone stared intently at Kamikawa Chie, breathing heavily.

They didn't dare ask Kamikawa Mitsu — there was no reason to — but Kamikawa Chie, as his precious little sister, could ask.

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