Chapter 328

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Chapter 328: December 15th

On December 15th, the crimson moonlight filled the hall.

The Chaotic Witch sang loudly on the surface of the moon, her voice resonating and even causing a tide in the spiritual world.

On this day, no extraordinary beings dared to intervene in the realm of the ancient gods.

Every top powerhouse in every country was destined to stay awake all night.

Their entire focus was on whether the local witch’s singing would awaken certain ancient calamities. Compared to the survival of individual lives, the crisis at a national level absolutely occupied their attention.

This crimson moonlight, destined to awaken countless mystical creatures.

The evil god breeds shadows and nurtures a breeding ground in the darkness.

The enchanting demons gathered in groups, taking to the streets, dancing gracefully.

Even in this prosperous and secluded town, demons and spirits wandered.

From the depths of the underworld, a multitude of demons emerged. Even without any ceremonial celebration, they would sing joyfully and come forth for a wedding.

The customs in Yingzhou were naturally different from the Ming Country. There were no suona horns playing, no grand sedan chairs being carried, and there were no vibrant red colors of celebration.

Surrounding them were countless spirits, some holding up lanterns of demonly fire.

The wedding procession had arrived at the foot of the mountain. It was not a large group, but the eerie atmosphere chilled the hearts of those who beheld it.

Inside the shrine, the sacred realm appeared in ruins. The crimson moonlight devoured the sacred realm, leaving it in tatters. In the center, the young girl, transformed into a white snake, was completely immobilized, her body marked with traces of invasive crimson bloodstains.

Kamitsumiwoikirihime was helpless and unable to resist. What followed was an unreasonable and forceful betrothal.

Even though Bai Wei was here, he couldn’t be bothered with these monsters. More would surely come after him, and their goal was to kill their leader. He must find a way to locate their leader’s whereabouts.

The crimson moonlight shone brightly, and Bai Wei himself was also affected to some extent.

Bai Wei looked at the White Snake maiden and said, "Can you transfer your divine essence as the Water Deity?"

Kamitsumiwoikirihime shook her head and said, "If I were to transfer it, I would lose my divine essence and become an ordinary spirit."

She could not accept such a loss.

Bai Wei said, "Can you transfer a portion of your divine energy to me? Surely you can do it."

The White Snake Maiden asked, "You say it can be done, but how do you plan to do it?"

Bai Wei held Kamitsumiwoikirihime’s hand, and the aura of the Water God surrounded the young man. In a mere moment, the water flowed around his body, and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a white snake.

This was a white snake dressed in pure white, with no flaws to be seen on its appearance because it was not in the form of a human.

"This is the best solution," Bai Wei said. "Since we are getting married, it wouldn’t be right if I couldn’t even see the bride. If it dares to show itself…"

Kamitsumiwoikirihime asked, "Are you truly confident? I can tell you all about its origins. It is no weaker than my prime self and has received the protection of the Lord of Yellow Spring. Under the influence of this crimson moonlight, it can unleash its full power, reaching a strength of three hundred percent."

Bai Wei asked, "Or else, would you go instead?"

White Snake God, "…"

Bai Wei said, "Then, isn’t that just fine?"

Stepping out of the divine realm, he quietly waited for the procession of the wedding party to arrive.

…

Sengoku Shrine, the entrance to the underworld, had been transformed into a lively scene.

As a shadowy serpent approached, it interrogated a bat demon that flew by, asking, "Is what you’re saying true? Did she not put up any resistance at all?"

"Yes, Sir. I dare not deceive."

"How could this happen? Her strength is indeed weakened, but she still has some room to resist."

The serpent’s expression was peculiar, with an indescribable sense of agitation.

"Sir, could it be a trick?"

Trickery! If she is deceiving me, what can she do to me now? My cultivation and knowledge have greatly improved. The great emperor’s blessings and protection are upon me. With the red moon above, as long as I appear before her, she won’t even have a chance to escape." The serpent chuckled coldly, and as it finished speaking, it began to feel more at ease deep in its heart. Yes, everything is stable now. What is there to fear?

…

The folk legends of Shikoku Town are true. Here, there are two gods, a mountain god and a water god.

Long ago, both of them were serpents living in the mountains. They were companions for hundreds of years, as close as siblings. The former was a black snake from the mountains, while the latter was a white snake residing in the water.

They cultivated and attained enlightenment one after another. Initially, they were the same, both practicing between mountains and waters, without committing any evil deeds.

However, the spirit didn’t understand human moral values. This big snake would eat anything when it was hungry, while the white snake preferred to spend its time practicing and cultivating.

The ferocity of the former gradually spread rumors, like that of a man-eating python. As a result, it attracted hunters to come forth and vanquish it. At first, mortal demon slayers came, but they were devoured. Then came some monks, who suffered the same fate. After that, even Onmyoji arrived, but they too were consumed, leaving some broken teeth behind. Eventually, it transformed into a formidable demon-slaying general and a group of samurai warriors.

As the big snake was no match, it sought help from the white snake. Together, they joined forces, but only managed to achieve a stalemate with great difficulty.

At that time, the military general proposed that they should stop eating humans and instead stay here to practice and build a shrine in the mountains, transforming from spirits into local deities.

The white snake grew even closer to humans, while the black snake’s temperament remained fierce, but it no longer ate humans. In fact, it developed a love for drinking alcohol, and its offering became fine wine. Many years passed under this lifestyle.

They also obtained their own divine names, Kamitsumi and Kamihime.

But then, a turbulent era arrived, bringing an end to the peaceful and prosperous days. The town became a battleground, where warriors from various regions engaged in killing, burning, looting, all for the sake of military achievements and food, including this Shikoku Town.

The black snake awakened and witnessed a raging fire engulfing the town. Anger consumed its rationality as it descended from the mountains and encountered such a scene. On that day, it indulged in the long-forgotten act of bloodshed. Afterwards, it embarked on a relentless journey to the battlefield, almost crazed with killing. After taking the lives of thousands, the white snake finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

After returning home, the white snake didn’t say a word. It simply instructed the townspeople to prepare some wine. The black snake, unaware of any suspicion, drank the delicious wine and soon became so intoxicated that it nearly passed out.

Later, its divine essence as the mountain god was taken away, leaving it completely weakened.

Surrounded by the arriving warriors, Kamitsumi was treated like a stray dog, being driven away. Nearby, the white snake watched without intervening, even though it called out for Kamitsumi to help. However, there was no response from Kamitsumi, who simply looked at it with a sorrowful gaze.

The black snake never understood why the white snake would betray it. Could it be that their thousand-year bond of cultivation was not deep enough?

When it was down to its last breath, Kamitsumi finally took the black snake away and sealed it beneath the Sengoku Shrine.

She was unaware that within this mountain, there existed a demonly entrance to the underworld. The agonized howls and furious roars of Sengoku successfully forged a path to the realm of the dead, opening a gateway to the netherworld. It descended from the human realm into the underworld, enduring centuries of time before returning to the mortal world. With cunning intentions, its sole purpose was to seize the divine status belonging to the mountain and water gods, offering unwavering loyalty to the Lord of the Underworld.

The black snake didn’t realize that its actions had long deviated from the ways of the gods. It was neither for the sake of justice nor for revenge. Lost in the thrill of killing, it had long forsaken its divine nature.

The White Snake killed it, but it was an act of camaraderie between fellow heroic spirits. Otherwise, the one who came that year would not have been just a samurai, but a secondary heroic spirit of the shogunate. With the intervention of the heroic spirits, it was destined to be completely destroyed, with no possibility of reincarnation and redemption.

This is not a complicated story, and to be honest, there isn’t much to elaborate on.

One noteworthy detail, perhaps, is that Kamitsumiwoikirihime had ventured into the underworld multiple times, attempting to seal the entrance to the realm of the dead. However, she became lost within its depths, only to be rescued later by a mysterious couple. This is a minor incident that can be quickly passed over.

…

After the wedding procession departed, Kamitsumi Shrine became quiet and desolate.

The underworld opened a passage through the cracks of time and from these places emerged all sorts of eerie and mischievous creatures.

They were simply waiting for Qianshi Black Snake to have the first meat dish before daring to rush down the mountain and gorge themselves.

In front of the shrine gate, a figure suddenly appeared, dressed in a blue and white shrine maiden outfit, with golden eyes glittering beneath the mask.

Kuya crossed the gate and stepped into the realm of the gods, gazing at the weakened Kamitsumiwoikirihime.

Kamitsumi recognized her, "You are from twenty years in the future…?"

The words were left unfinished as she followed the person’s arm, catching a glimpse of the weapon in Miko Kuya’s hand.

In the hands of the Miko, there was just an ordinary wooden sword, but with a surge of divine energy, in an instant, a layer of blue light enveloped its blade.

"I’ve already heard everything about you from him," Kamitsumi’s expression suddenly became calm, as if she hadn’t seen the sword at all.

"Very well, no explanation is needed," Kuya approached, her voice sounding deep and muffled.

"Will killing me bring you peace of mind?" Kamitsumi remained motionless, unable to move. Thus, she simply posed the question.

"I don’t hate you, but today… only one of us can survive."

"You can choose to go back."

"But I don’t want to go back anymore," Kuya replied. "If you only had one day left to live, what would you do?"

She raised the blade and said, "I would choose to survive, even if it meant using any means necessary."

The shimmering blue water blade slashed towards Kamitsumi’s neck. The weakened deity could only close her eyes, helpless and at the mercy of others.

Dang… It was a critical moment. The sharp blade clashed against the wooden sword brimming with divine energy. Gold and iron collided, and a fierce wind swept through the realm of gods.

Miko Kuya saw the sole of a hiking boot in front of her, growing infinitely larger. She raised her arm to block the incoming kick, staggering back as the scenery of the divine realm faded into reality.

The girl landed gracefully, and the Nine-Syllable Blade sliced through the crimson moonlight.

The blade remained suspended before her eyes, and a corner of Kuya’s mask shattered. "Hokusinn, Kichyō…" she uttered.