Chapter 1 A Succession of Attacks, Giving No Peace

“One after another, not giving anyone a moment's peace!” He thought Xu Fu had no time, but he still sent people to die. Xiang looked outside Honnoji Temple, his gaze spanning several halls. At the same time, a bolt of lightning surged from the front gate of Honnoji Temple. Originally, only the inner temple was destroyed, but now even the outer temple was demolished into broken walls by this lightning.

A woman wearing samurai armor, carrying a glittering ōdachi (a very large, two-handed Japanese sword). This sword was enormous, almost as tall as a person, and the woman in samurai armor pointed the blade of this ōdachi towards Xiang. She seemed to be able to see Xiang, her gaze also crossing several destroyed halls, meeting Xiang's eyes as he refined the demonic energy.

“Who comes?”

Xiang didn't know her background, but it was clear from the chaotic aura erupting from her body that the thick resentment was almost tangible. Her desire to kill him had reached a level similar to that of a "curse". Xiang reached out and grasped at the void, and he could actually sense a powerful vow. It was like a woman abandoned after her wedding? But he didn't know any Japanese women.

Beside the woman was a young swordsman in cloth clothes, with a grass branch in his mouth. Although he was very young, his cultivation was also not to be underestimated—at least for the cultivators of the human world.

The two walked forward, and the outer temple, now a ruin of broken walls, completely collapsed into a field of rubble. A road opened up by lightning and sword light led directly to where Miyamoto was located.

"From this foothold, going forward, there will be no obstacles."

The woman announced her name, and with her left finger pointed to Machi's waist. "You killed my husband and took his sword. This is also my family's heirloom."

"The hatred of killing my father and taking my sword, how could such hatred be forgotten? From the first moment you fought Emperor Jinmu, I already sensed the existence of this sword. Lightning will not let this sword fall into the hands of others. If it appears in someone else's hands, then he must have been killed and the sword stolen."

"So I came here, chasing after you all the way, to kill you and avenge Tachibana Dōsetsu's honor." The woman's tone was filled with gnashing hatred. Electric light flashed in her eyes, and her image gradually changed. "I must kill you! Only in this way can I comfort Dōsetsu's soul."

Miyamoto understood, and after a little thought, he suddenly asked, "Although you sensed this sword, the owner of the sword may not have been killed by me. You know, in war, after capturing the enemy general's weapon, it may be handed over and then redistributed."

"My husband's sword is so powerful, if I asked others for it, they would definitely have no reason not to give it, and even less courage not to give it. So why do you think that I am the murderer who killed your husband?"

"Or rather, should anyone who carries a sword other than your husband be killed by you?"

The woman sneered, "Demons of the Ming, your reputation has long been told to the whole world by the Kampaku. What Emperor Jinmu said, that you killed Tachibana Dōsetsu and took his sword, can that still be false?"

"However, one thing you said is right."

"Apart from my husband, no one is qualified to wear that sword. Whoever dares to wear it without permission, I will kill him in place of my husband. Even if the person wearing it is not you, but someone else in our country, I will not let that person go."

Miyamoto heard this, and demonic energy surged from his body, bursting into laughter. This moment was truly from the heart, so much so that the woman and the boy didn't understand what Machi was laughing at. "Demon, is there anything funny about what Tachibana-neechan said?"

Xu Fu Musashi curiously asked Miyamoto. He didn't understand if Miyamoto's laughter was looking down on Tachibana Chiyo?

It seemed to be a little bit like that!

Machi Musashi felt that he was about to see a good show, and the woman's face turned cold, as expected. The ōdachi vibrated, as if about to slash forward. "I want to refute that," Miyamoto spoke, his hands hanging by his side, his five fingers clenched, causing the Seven Treasures Yellow Lotus to disappear. "You said that apart from your husband, no one is qualified to wear this sword, but that's not right."

"Actually, your husband doesn't deserve it either."

*I* carry a sword here. Do *you* carry one? How many do *you* carry?

The woman's pupils widened, anger surging, her eyebrows standing on end, like an enraged lion. Miyamoto, seeing her like this, laughed even more. "I can tell you now, your husband was indeed killed by me. I killed him with one blow."

"If you want me to evaluate it, my evaluation is, very poor."

Miyamoto's hand patted the hilt of Raikiri, his voice changing abruptly. With just one breath, Xu Fu Musashi and the woman all felt a chill, as if they had seen some peerless fierce beast, instinctively wanting to retaliate. The demonic energy on Miyamoto's body surged, and the aura of supreme yang rolled, as if a god and demon were one. His voice was solemn, vast as thunder, and heavy as a mountain. "This sword has killed many of our country's mages. Now that it has fallen into my hands, it can be considered to have met a wise master, and will not cause unnecessary killing. In the hands of a scumbag like your husband, it will only bring misery to the people!

"Furthermore! The Korean War was originally provoked by your country. Since you want to invade another country, you must be prepared to die in a foreign land. You shouldn't resent anyone for this, because this is the path you chose yourselves!"

"If you want me to give him a final evaluation, it's just eight words--"

"Inferior skill, unworthy of pity!"

The ōdachi had already been raised, and a ray of thunder and fire light emerged from the air, transforming into a giant blade that cut off the sky and slashed towards Miyamoto!

"Junior!"

Machi scattered. Machi smiled, without even making a move. That Raikiri had already come out on its own, its edge turning, cutting the thunder and fire giant blade into two pieces!

Raikiri hung in front, the woman both shocked and angry, and pained, but even more resentful as she looked at this treasured sword!

"Junior."

Miyamoto's voice echoed again, solemn and vast, giving the woman tremendous pressure!

Sweat began to seep from the woman's forehead, and the demonic energy was scorching hot, as if it would press forward in the next moment, like a vast demonic sea!

"I'll ask again, your name."

In Machi's eyes, the demonic energy was grim. "Although I already know your name, you are not a demon, so I will give you one last chance to speak. Don't be unappreciative. If you don't respond again, you won't have a chance to leave your name. This is the last mercy I give you!"

Although he knew her name, after all, the Inner Vision Divine Tablet had already revealed her divine position and divine title, including her own name. But Miyamoto still decided to give her a chance to introduce herself, just as Machi said, this was the last "mercy"!

The woman almost gritted her teeth and responded sharply: "Tachibana Chiyo, daughter of the Thunder God, divine title, Zuigyokuin!"

A huge divine position rose from her body. The position of this divine position had already surpassed the limit that this era of sealing heaven could receive. Miyamoto looked at the rising moon and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The seal of the Dragon of Fortune is still there, but it seems that there have been incidents of divine positions descending beyond the level of sealing heaven before, also in the Japanese camp."

"Was it when I entered Fuli last time, and saw the Dragon of Fortune, that I cut off its dragon horn, causing the mark of sealing heaven to loosen a little?"

Machi felt strange. Just by himself, a True Immortal limited by Fuli, who only destroyed a horn of the Dragon of Fortune after eating the Nine Heavens Wind, how could it cause the sealing heaven to loosen? There must be someone else involved. It seems that Sō Mao took advantage of the situation and did something back then. However, his own reception of the Four Sages of the North Pole was already an act that went beyond the norm, but that was done with the help of the Son of Heaven's Tongtian Mingyan and the blank divine tablet. Perhaps Sō Mao also had similar methods. In short, after thousands of years of survival, it's impossible that he hasn't researched something. Being able to create man-made gods, Miyamoto didn't think it was easy for Sō Mao to bring high-level divine positions down to the human world at this time. But if this is the case, if Machi receives a large number of high-level divine positions, it might cause great disturbance to the Central Earth.

Tsukuyomi: "The one who governs the Land of Night's Food." Heavenly Division Great Karma, Eighth Rank!

"Compared to Korea, it is considered a large country. Compared to the Central Earth, it is a small country. Not too big, not too small, its god is also neither high nor low. Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, one of the Three Precious Children of Heaven, I thought it would be a higher rank."

"Eighth rank, then you can just wait to die!"

The divine position received is something ordinary humans cannot bear, so those who bear the great karma of the Heavenly Division receive the power into their bodies without being broken. How much they can exert depends on the cultivation of the receiver. In theory, if a master of the pure Yang realm receives a divine position above the tenth rank, and completes the fusion, then they can exert combat power close to that of an immortal, which is the level of a pseudo-immortal.