Chapter 394: Covered in Red Hair

The universe.

Distant starlight.

Here, all was dead silence; stars were shattered, great celestial bodies broken, and one region had become a vacuum zone—nothing remained. Something terrible had once occurred here, a battle that reduced it to utter annihilation.

At this moment, upon a star that looked as if a giant hand had torn off a corner, Kamikawa Mitsu sat in meditation.

Before him floated a vast halo, like a scroll woven of light, revealing scenes of the ancient Babylonian divine altar.

Every movement on Earth unfolded under Kamikawa Mitsu's gaze.

Nearby, continuous roars echoed—the Immortal Demons and Divine Demons trapped within the Killing Immortal Array.

At this moment, they fought against the Killing Immortal Array, their faces filled with horror.

Events unfolding within the ancient Babylonian divine realm were clearly revealed to them through the halo-scroll.

Yet this was not what terrified them; what truly struck terror into their hearts was that this Babylonian divine realm had been ejected from the Original Battlefield, and their companions had triggered the past vision.

Why, then, did Kamikawa Mitsu know of this beforehand?

Recall that when their companions came to rescue them, Kamikawa Mitsu had already unfurled the halo-scroll—his words and actions suggested he had foreknowledge.

Precognition?

Or was this all part of a conspiracy?

"Who exactly are you?" one Immortal Demon demanded, trembling.

Kamikawa Mitsu did not answer. He merely gazed at the vast halo, his finger lightly pointing toward the gods, demons, and Immortals within the scene:

"Instead of worrying about who I am, shouldn't you be worrying about your companions? The place they entered is perilous—their chance of survival is extremely slim; perhaps fewer than one in ten will live."

As he spoke, whether by coincidence or not, the gods, demons, and Immortals in the scene encountered danger the very next second.

The Divine Demons and Immortal Demons within the Killing Immortal Array stared, eyes bulging with rage, desperate to save their comrades yet utterly powerless—they themselves were like clay Buddhas crossing a river, barely able to save themselves.

At the same time, they were horrified.

How could this prodigy from the Initial Realm possibly know the details inside the ancient Babylonian divine altar?

Had he ever entered the altar himself?

That shouldn't be possible. The ancient Babylonian divine realm committed an irreparable sin; its domain was split and eternally suppressed by the Four Divine Realms and other great mythologies. Outsiders were almost certainly barred from entering.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be called suppression.

Only the guilty could enter—like when the Moon Reading Deity sent the denizens of the Nether Eclipse Realm into it.

Could it be… he was a remnant of ancient Babylonian divinity?

Kamikawa Mitsu paid no heed to their thoughts. He showed them Earth's events for two reasons: first, to monitor them himself, so he could adjust the script and guide the gods, demons, and Immortals toward the narrative path he desired.

Second, to pass the time—these gods, demons, and Immortals, destined to die at his hands, made suitable companions for idle chatter.

"Have the Demon Lords entered as well?"

Kamikawa Mitsu murmured, noticing that the great figures of the Void Demon Realm—Demon Lord and others—had entered the altar.

"Since you're already here, I'll give you some opportunities."

Last time, the Void Lord went out of his way to aid Earth; this time, during the invasion from another realm, the Demon Lords came to help as well. Whether out of gratitude or because of Yato's experimental intentions, they ultimately leaned toward the Initial Realm.

He had no objection to granting the Demon Lords and other great figures opportunities to grow stronger.

This was not merely gratitude—it would also help secure more allies to protect the Initial Realm in the future.

As he thought this, Kamikawa Mitsu reached into his storage ring and withdrew a corpse.

BOOM!!

This stretch of starlight, along with the surrounding void, trembled.

The void hummed and roared, as if a mirror under immense pressure.

The Killing Immortal Array rippled in response; the gods, demons, and Immortals trapped within all sensed it, pupils contracting sharply as they stared at Kamikawa Mitsu.

More precisely—they stared at the corpse he had just pulled out.

It was too terrifying.

The aura emanating from the corpse made their divine souls shudder violently, stirring a primal, soul-deep tremor—an uncontrollable, instinctive terror.

It felt as if this were not a corpse at all, but a towering mountain—unreachable, unmatched, insurmountable.

The corpse was dead, yet uncorrupted, radiating a vast, majestic, and sacred aura that struck the hearts of the gods, demons, and Immortals, shaking them to their core.

Each thread of aura contained infinite terror.

Imperishable!

That was Imperishable!

Yes—it was Imperishable. For them, this was their first encounter with Imperishable, yet without hesitation, they recognized it as such, sensing ancientness and antiquity radiating from the corpse.

That ancientness was too profound—even they, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, had never felt such antiquity.

Combined with the aura's unprecedented terror—greater than the Killing Immortal Array, far stronger than Kamikawa Mitsu's current presence—

And most crucially, like an instinct, the moment they saw the corpse, they immediately felt the urge to prostrate themselves, to believe in its imperishability, to know without doubt: this was an Imperishable.

Like a Dao imprint, though the corpse was dead, the Imperishable Dao endured eternally.

Many gods, demons, and Immortals felt their hearts pounding as if about to burst, gasping for breath as if suffocating in vacuum.

The past vision of the ancient Babylonian divine realm had shown them the power of the Imperishable, and made them realize that Imperishable was the very ideal they had longed for.

Imperishable and eternal, equal to heaven itself.

And now, here before them lay such a corpse—Imperishable.

A corpse, intact, undamaged, perfect—this corpse might contain the path to Imperishability. If they could comprehend it, even if they did not reach Imperishability, their cultivation breakthrough was certain.

Breathless.

All the gods, demons, and Immortals stared with eyes bulging, pupils blood-red, desperate to break through the Killing Immortal Array and seize that Imperishable corpse.

They wanted that Imperishable corpse.

As long as I obtain that immortal, I don't need to return to my own world—this world is vast, the stars boundless; I can hide somewhere in the depths of the universe, cultivate the Dao of this immortal corpse, and emerge only when I've grown strong.

By then, even Kamikawa Mitsu before me could be matched, even killed.

The next moment.

Each of the divine demons and immortal demons intensified their assaults on the Killing Immortal Array; driven by their longing and greed for the immortal, they unleashed 120% of their combat power.

Yet Kamikawa Mitsu paid no heed to the actions of these divine demons and immortal demons; his gaze rested on the immortal corpse.

This corpse was brought back from the Yin World within the mysterious mist.

Previously, I had no time to study it; now, the plan is underway, and the divine demons and immortal demons have entered the altar—perfect timing to examine this immortal corpse.

"What's going on? I remember when I brought back the corpse, it didn't look like this…"

He murmured, his expression strange, eyes fixed on the corpse's left hand.

Like human body hair, the corpse's left-hand hairs were several times longer than normal—and… their color had changed, turning red.

The entire left hand had grown red hair.

Upon closer inspection, the corpse's entire body had turned to red hair, faintly growing.

"Red hair covering the whole body—is this corpse transformation?"

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