Chapter 80: One Palm Ends the Ten-Thousand-Year Demon-God War

Not only the Prime Minister was terrified…

Cabinet ministers panicked, snatching up their phones to call for the fastest private jets to flee Japan—even to Antarctica if necessary. Not just them, many people watching TV or livestreams did the same; some had already begun packing their bags.

No wonder they were afraid.

The disturbance caused by Lin Shan was terrifying—space had shattered, an event existing only in scientific theory, falling into the realm where science ends and mysticism begins. No one knew what lay within the fractured space, or whether falling into it would plunge one into utter void and annihilation.

The crack continued to widen; they were utterly terrified—would this space fissure keep stretching endlessly, spreading all the way to Tokyo, even throughout all of Japan?

Tears nearly spilled from the Prime Minister’s eyes.

Since the last time America spoke with Kamikawa Mitsu, why had Japan become so cursed? First demons emerged, then demons invaded, and now a figure from a thousand years ago had shattered space with a single palm—a palm of apocalypse!

Then, the Prime Minister imitated the cabinet ministers around him, pulling out his phone to call for a private jet. As he dialed, his gaze kept flicking to the screen, watching whether the fissure’s expansion would leave him too late to escape.

“Space! Space!” The Prime Minister’s eyes widened, his face changed, pointing at the space fissure on the screen.

His voice rang out through the silent parliament hall, drawing glances.

Lin Shan.

The mountain trembled; the space fracture spread rapidly across the entire peak, as if the mountain had been sliced cleanly in half from top to bottom, its cross-section a shattered expanse of space.

Fragments fell like leaves in a gale, dissolving into light, soon revealing the scene within the space.

The Prime Minister and others stared, frozen, rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

There was no void within the space, no aura of annihilation or destruction, no endless blackness swallowing all light…

Within the space, a vast and magnificent landscape unfolded, like nature’s most precious treasures.

Before them stretched an endless, mist-shrouded sky, the sun blazing high above, mountains rising in tier upon tier, endless ranges coiling like dragons that swallowed the heavens. Amid these towering, primordial mountains, beasts and birds raced through the forests—a scene of ancient, wild grandeur.

Farther still, beyond the thousand valleys and lush forests, stretched an endless plain, stretching beyond sight.

The sight was too magnificent.

The rising sun shone like shattered gold, bathing the peaks piercing the ninth heaven and the boundless emerald plain, evoking a profound sense of the vast earth—who truly held its destiny?

“So beautiful.”

Xia Mei was moved, her beautiful eyes shimmering.

No one had expected the space to contain such a vast, magnificent realm—like returning to Earth’s most magnificent Cretaceous landscape.

“Has he used a single palm to open another world?” The director, Kōhashi, hadn’t noticed his cigarette had burned to the filter; he kept smoking, voice trembling: “Or… did he create a world?”

He recalled the earlier talk of creation, and his body shook uncontrollably, his soul trembling with awe.

He simply could not imagine the other side of space would look like this.

“No, this isn’t creation—this is the Demon World!” Professor Nakata cried out hoarsely.

The Demon World?

Kōhashi and the others froze, then suddenly remembered—Lin Shan was the place where the Six-Eyed Demon had appeared.

At that moment, someone sharp-eyed noticed movement in the distant sky of the vast world within the space—something flying. Upon closer look, it wasn’t a bird, but a winged humanoid creature.

On the vast plain below, countless figures dotted the land—each human-shaped, yet not human, more like demons.

Instantly—

Countless people understood.

This was definitely the Demon World!

Perhaps Kūkai had discovered the passage through which the Six-Eyed Demon traveled from the Demon World to the human world—and shattered it with a single palm…

The thought struck Kōhashi; his eyelid twitched violently.

Kūkai, are you so furious—or are you a One-Punch Man who can’t control his strength? You shattered the passage to stop demons from entering our world, but you shattered it too much—you’ve expanded it into a highway!

Looking at the fissure as large as a mountain, countless people wanted to cry—what had been a passage barely wide enough for one demon had now become a corridor wide enough for an entire demon army.

“Wait, look again!”

Mori Takeshi suddenly shouted.

“Kūkai didn’t break the passage!!!”

…

In the world of the Six-Eyed Demon—the Void Demon Realm.

At the border between endless mountains and vast grasslands, beneath a colossal peak, lay a village.

Though called a village, its population was terrifyingly large—over ten thousand.

The buildings were made of ancient pine logs and resilient stone, simple and unadorned, yet retaining a primal grandeur, as if inhabited by divine ancestors who had returned to nature.

The inhabitants were not humans, but humanoid beings—human in shape, but not in face: some bore horns, others tails, like animals that had attained spirit.

These were the “people” of this world—the Void Demons.

At this moment—

At the village entrance, a group of young Void Demons clustered around an elderly Void Demon.

“Tell a story, tell a story! We want to hear the village chief’s story!”

The young Void Demons, with childlike faces but animal features, clamored loudly, jostling to hear the chief’s tale.

Every day at this hour, after training, the young Void Demons loved to sit by the village gate and listen to the chief’s stories.

The elderly Void Demon smiled, extending his broad, furry hand to stroke the head of a nearby child:

“Alright, alright, don’t rush—I’ll tell you now.

Let me think… Last time I told you the ancient legends of our world. Now, I’ll tell you the tale of the most famous Demon-God war—the greatest one of all.

Long, long ago, at the dawn of our world, many Demon-Gods were born alongside it.

They were the first beings of this world, the oldest Void Demons, born of heaven and earth. Later generations revered them as Demon-Gods, for they were impossibly strong—each could easily obliterate a realm, fill oceans with a flick of the wrist, pluck stars and seize the moon.

Because of their power, they were arrogant, uncontrollable, constantly clashing. Over time, their grudges piled up until the Demon-God War finally erupted.

They fought to determine the strongest, to become the sole ruler of this world.

The war broke out; the Demon-Gods clashed, turning the world dark and chaotic. Fire spread from one end to the other, the world was torn apart, nearly shattered.

This war lasted ten thousand years.

As the world neared collapse, the Demon-Gods still showed no sign of stopping—until a colossal hand, vast enough to cover the sun and moon, appeared.

It was the strongest Demon-God who acted. He was the first being born with the world, having slept in slumber since its creation. Now awakened, he saw the Demon-Gods destroying his world—and he was furious. He raised his hand and crushed them.

He used only one palm. The hand descended, heaven and earth overturned, every Demon-God was sealed beneath it. One palm ended the ten-thousand-year Demon-God War.”

The young Void Demons listened, entranced, eyes gleaming.

One small Void Demon asked curiously:

“Chief, is that strongest Demon-God still alive? If so, where is he? Why doesn’t he come out? Oh, and—didn’t you say the Sacrificial Master is now the strongest in the Void Demon Realm? Who’s stronger—the Sacrificial Master or the strongest Demon-God?”

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