Chapter 328
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Chapter 328: December 15th
On December 15th, the crimson moonlight illuminated the grand hall.
The Chaotic Witch sang atop the moon, her voice reverberating and stirring tides within the spiritual world.
On this ominous night, no extraordinary being dared to encroach upon the domain of ancient gods.
Across nations, the most powerful entities remained sleepless, their attention fixed on the resonance of the witch’s melody.
Would her song awaken ancient calamities? The survival of nations overshadowed the fate of mere individuals.
The crimson moonlight signaled the awakening of countless mystical creatures.
Shadows bred by the evil god thrived in the darkness, nurturing chaos.
Enigmatic demons roamed the streets, their mesmerizing dances filling the night.
Even in the quiet, remote town, spirits and demons wandered freely.
From the depths of the underworld, an array of demons emerged, unprompted by ceremonial summons.
They sang joyfully, gathering for a macabre wedding.
In Yingzhou, unlike the Ming Country, there were no suona horns, no grand sedan chairs, no celebratory reds.
Instead, countless spirits bearing lanterns of demonic fire surrounded the wedding procession.
At the mountain’s base, the eerie group arrived. It was neither large nor grand, yet its chilling presence suffused the air.
Within the shrine, the sacred realm lay in ruins. The crimson moonlight consumed it, reducing its sanctity to tatters.
At its center stood a girl, now transformed into a white snake, her body immobilized and marred by invasive crimson stains.
Kamitsumiwoikirihime was helpless. What awaited her was an unjust, forceful union.
Bai Wei, standing nearby, paid no heed to the gathered demons. His sole focus was their leader.
He turned to Kamitsumiwoikirihime. “Can you transfer your divine essence as the Water Deity?”
Kamitsumi shook her head, her voice solemn. “If I do, I’ll lose my divinity and become an ordinary spirit.”
Such a loss was unacceptable.
Bai Wei persisted. “Then can you share a portion of your divine energy with me? Surely that’s possible.”
Kamitsumi hesitated, then asked, “Even if it can be done, how would you manage it?”
Bai Wei reached out, taking her hand. The aura of the Water God enveloped him.
In an instant, water flowed around his form, reshaping him into a white snake—pure and unblemished.
“This is the best solution,” Bai Wei declared. “Since we are to wed, it’s only right that I face our foes properly. If their leader dares show itself…”
Kamitsumi warned, “Do you realize what you’re facing? Its power rivals my prime self, bolstered by the Lord of Yellow Spring. Under this crimson moonlight, it’s at its peak strength—thrice its usual might.”
Bai Wei retorted, “If you’d rather face it, I won’t stop you.”
Kamitsumi fell silent.
“Then, so be it,” Bai Wei concluded, stepping out of the divine realm to await the wedding procession.
Sengoku Shrine—a gateway to the underworld—brimmed with life.
A shadowy serpent interrogated a passing bat demon. “She didn’t resist at all?”
“None, sir. I wouldn’t dare lie.”
“Impossible,” the serpent murmured. “Even weakened, she could resist.”
“Perhaps it’s a trick?”
“Trick or not, she can’t harm me now,” the serpent sneered, confidence bolstered by divine blessings and the crimson moon’s influence.
In Shikoku Town, the legends spoke of two gods—a mountain god and a water god.
Once serpents, they cultivated for centuries as companions. The black snake dwelled in the mountains; the white snake resided in water.
The black snake, unable to resist hunger, devoured humans, earning a fearsome reputation.
Hunters, monks, and warriors sought to slay it, only to fall victim themselves.
Desperate, it sought the white snake’s help. Together, they barely repelled the onslaught.
A military general intervened, persuading them to abandon human prey and transform into protectors, building a shrine in the mountains.
Over time, the white snake grew closer to humans, while the black snake embraced a love for wine, leaving its ferocity behind.
But when war engulfed Shikoku, the black snake awoke to find the town ablaze. Consumed by rage, it descended, slaughtering mercilessly.
The white snake arrived too late, finding its companion drenched in blood.
In grief, the white snake devised a plan, offering the black snake poisoned wine.
As it weakened, its divine essence was stripped, and it was sealed beneath Sengoku Shrine.
Unbeknownst to them, the shrine concealed a gateway to the underworld.
The black snake’s descent twisted its nature, transforming it into a servant of the Lord of the Underworld.
As the wedding procession faded, the shrine grew silent.
The underworld’s gateway released eerie creatures awaiting their leader’s feast.
At the shrine’s entrance, a figure appeared—a shrine maiden in blue and white.
Kamitsumi recognized her. “You’re from twenty years in the future…?”
The maiden, Kuya, raised her weapon—a simple wooden sword glowing with divine energy.
“No explanations are needed,” Kamitsumi said calmly.
Kuya stepped closer, her voice firm. “Only one of us will leave here alive.”
“You could still turn back.”
“I have no intention of returning.”
Kuya raised her blade. “If I had one day left, I’d do whatever it took to survive.”
The blade descended—only to be intercepted mid-swing. Gold and iron clashed, and the shrine trembled.
A figure landed gracefully, wielding the Nine-Syllable Blade. As the crimson moonlight split, Kuya’s mask cracked, revealing her stunned expression.
“Hokusinn… Kichyō…”
