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The girl followed Zuo Ci's point direction and looked over; there stood the Yasukuni Shrine, a place dedicated to honoring Heroic Spirits. Her expression suddenly turned to one of fear. Could this handsome gentleman before her be a monster? Indeed, legends in Japan spoke of many monsters that would take the form of beautiful men to seduce innocent girls, only to consume their flesh and blood.
The girl slowly stepped back, then turned and fled in panic. Zuo Ci observed the stirring presence within Yasukuni Shrine and smiled slightly. "Seven Mountains and Nine Ridges all bow before me; I summon the clouds and rain to call forth the celestial soldiers. Let the Chimera dissipate! With this talisman, I shall stabilize the realm. Come forth, Dongyue Taishan!"
Thunder rumbled as Wuying Mountain descended from the sky, crushing countless Torii gates. Many A Jie Drums and Heroic Spirit tablets were reduced to dust beneath this mighty mountain.
"Baka! You've really messed up!" "We're doomed!"
A Heroic Spirit clad in tattered military uniform emerged from Yasukuni Shrine. They all sprang into action. A dense Sha Qi coiled like a massive black python, roaring as it surged toward the summoned Wuying Mountain.
"Return!" Zuo Ci waved his sleeve dramatically. The black python was instantly drawn back into his sleeve.
"Damn it, Chinese person! I can smell the filth on this guy!"
The Heroic Spirit glared at Zuo Ci in exasperation as mountains continued to descend, bending the very spine of Yasukuni Shrine under their weight.
Zuo Ci strolled through the ruins as casually as a farmer picking fruits in his own garden. Spotting a Heroic Spirit, he waved the Wan Hun Fan to collect it.
The Heroic Spirits immediately lost their bravado upon seeing the Wan Hun Fan. One by one, they began to flee. However, how could any Ling Ti hope to escape the grasp of the Wan Hun Fan?
"Long live the Great Eastern Empire!"
The roads were wide, damnably wide! Even if the Heroic Spirits were defeated by the Wan Hun Fan, their tongues were still sharp, and they began to curse loudly.
"Chinese person, do you know that your actions will provoke a conflict between Hua Dong and our nations?"
A samurai, chewing on a blade of grass, leaned against the Red Wall with his arms crossed, speaking in a low voice.
Suddenly, a burst of azure light erupted, slicing the Eastern Japan samurai into a heap of flesh.
"How dare you!"
Zuo Ci wielded his Nine-section Staff, and the samurai's remains within the ruins of Yasukuni Shrine formed a simple gathering formation for Yin energy. He simultaneously lifted the restrictions on those trapped by the Chinese soul barriers and collected all the Sha Qi tides accumulated at Yasukuni Shrine into the Wan Hun Fan; it was the perfect moment to refine the formation.
With the bindings lifted, those Chinese souls began to rise indiscriminately and wreak havoc. In an instant, countless casualties filled the streets.
At the Yin Yang Lodge, a middle-aged man dressed in White Hunting Garb sat cross-legged on a mat, his brows furrowed deeply. He couldn't understand why Yurei Yoru would appear during the day and in Heian-kyo. Wasn't this a slap in the face to their Yin Yang Lodge?
The dispatched Onmyoji were insufficient, and a subordinate reported that the source of the disturbance was actually Yasukuni Shrine.
He notified Gaoya Fa Li Seng and Master Musashi of the Sword Dojo, warning them that a great calamity was about to befall Heian-kyo.
At that moment, a flicker of dark light flashed in the man's eyes. He clutched his distorting face and let out a low growl as his Azure Black skin began to pierce through like scales.
Such dense Sha Qi; even you can sense it? The man hunched over, his expression twisted in agony.
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