Shinzaburo Abe, the once influential man, was now a cold corpse, lying at the lowest point of the steps. His face still retained the pain and confusion of his life. He seemed to be still sleeping, but no longer breathing or feeling. His body looked extremely pale in the moonlight, lying there quietly like a fallen leaf that had lost its life.
Yuuki Anmei stood at the top of the steps, her eyes were deep and cold, like a cold winter night. Her hands were clenched, her knuckles turning white from the exertion. There was no expression on her face, as if she had transcended sorrow and joy, leaving only deep determination and endless sadness.
She looked at the body of Shinzaburo Abe and felt a complicated emotion in her heart. It was hatred, disgust, and deep helplessness. She knew in her heart that this man could no longer hurt her, but the pain and fear that she had felt were like gangrene that could not be dissipated.
Behind her, the huge phantom appeared quietly. It was an ancient fox, its eyes sparkling with wisdom. It was the power of Tamamo Mae, one of the three great demons of Fuso. Its eyes are deep and mysterious, as if it can see through all life and death, sorrow and joy. It stood quietly behind Yuki Anmei, looking at the body of Abe Shinzaburo with her.
Yuki Anmei took a deep breath, and she pushed away Abe Shinzaburo's body. The corpse drew a long arc in the moonlight, and then disappeared under the high platform of the shrine. Immediately afterwards, there was a slight sound of falling rocks, which was the sound of Shinzaburo Abe's body falling to the ground.
The four masters of the border realm appeared like ghosts in the dark night. Their figures sway in the breeze, as if they are the patron saints of Fuso. However, in people's eyes, their images are like demons tearing apart the quiet night.
Their faces are deep and mysterious, like huge waves in the abyss, both powerful and strange. Their eyes glowed with a sharp light, as if they could pierce people's hearts, revealing the secret that they had secretly colluded with the Emperor's Palace. Their figures are majestic and stand tall like mountains, symbolizing their strength and tenacity.
They were originally the patron saints of Fusang, guarding the country's peace and prosperity. However, they secretly colluded with the Imperial Palace to implement the evil plan to revive Izanami. Their betrayal shocked and frightened people, and also changed their image from patron saints to betrayers.
Their existence is like a huge shadow hanging over Fuso. Their actions are like a dark force that continues to erode the foundation of this country. Their plan is like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's head and may fall at any time.
, the figures of the four major feudal territories are like majestic mountains, standing erect. With their endless majesty and absolute strength, they suppressed the Onmyoji army in front of them until they could not move.
This army of Onmyoji, before, was like a pack of wolves, using their cunning and strange power to launch a violent attack on the border territory. But at this moment, their offensive was like raindrops swallowed up by the mountains, unable to pose the slightest threat to the border area.
The weapons of the four major realms are like four endless disasters. Every time they are wielded and every collision, they are like falling stars, triggering the wails and screams of Onmyoji soldiers. Their power was like a strong wind passing by, completely destroying the defenses of the Onmyoji army.
Behind Fengjiang Realm, the moonlight was like a knife, illuminating the scars on their bodies that were like mountains and seas. And the blood of those Onmyoji soldiers, like sacrifices, was scattered at their feet. Every kill they made seemed like a sacrifice to Izanami, allowing this ancient god to resurrect in them.
Izanami's resurrection was accompanied by the screams and blood of the Onmyoji soldiers. Their flesh and blood are like bridges leading to Izanami's existence. Under the power of this ancient god, the powers of the four major realms became more violent and cruel.
Every fallen Onmyoji soldier is a sacrifice to Izanami. Their blood dyed the entire battlefield red, paving the way for Izanami's arrival. And every killing in the four feudal realms is like a sacrifice on an ancient altar, offering their enemies as sacrifices to this ancient god.
Finally, when the last Onmyoji soldier fell, Izanami's full power came. Her figure was like a huge shadow, rising from the bloody battlefield. Her eyes, like two cold moons, shine on this sacrificed world.
The four major realms have become more powerful under the power of this ancient god. Every kill they made seemed to be a compliment to Izanami. There was a cold light flashing on their blades, and every time they waved, they brought out a bloody light.
On this bloody night, the four feudal realms and Izanami jointly created an absolute massacre. The once cunning and powerful Onmyoji army has become so insignificant under this power.
On the mysterious ancient altar, the four masters of the feudal realm were wearing embroidered gold clothes and holding staffs. Their eyes were shining with cold light. They stood solemnly, as if guarding this mysterious ceremony. The surrounding air was full of heaviness and solemnity, as if even time had frozen at this moment.
Suddenly, a scream of agony broke the silence. A group of Onmyoji were tied around the altar, their faces twisted and their bodies trembling, obviously suffering great pain. Their bodies gradually became transparent in the light, as if their souls were being pulled away.
The four masters waved their staffs, bringing up a whirlwind with each blow. Their movements are both graceful and brutal, like artists spreading across the canvas. But in the eyes of this group of onmyoji, they are undoubtedly the gods of death, coming to harvest lives.
An atmosphere of despair filled the altar. Those onmyojis were originally powerful practitioners from all over the world, but at this moment they were unable to resist their fate. Their light of life is like a candle swaying in the cold wind, and may be extinguished at any time.
Eventually, all the light of life is extinguished, and the bodies of those Onmyoji disappear completely. In the center of the altar, an ancient stone tablet began to glow faintly. There is a beautiful goddess-Izanami carved on it. When the light reached its brightest, the stone tablet suddenly cracked, and a huge crack spread from the center.
The four masters took a step back with awe on their faces. They knew that this was a sign that Izanami was about to recover. Among the fragments of the stone tablet, a beautiful woman slowly rose. Her beauty is like moonlight, her eyes are like stars, and her smile is like spring flowers.
She is Izanami, the goddess who has been sealed for thousands of years. She opened her hands gently, as if she wanted to embrace the whole world. A powerful energy emanated from her body, and everything around her seemed to be trembling.
"Thank you, my sacrifice." Izanami's voice was like a gurgling stream, "In your sacrifice, I gained a new life."
The four masters bowed their heads in greeting and then left the altar silently. They knew their mission was accomplished. They felt no joy or satisfaction, only deep awe and helplessness. This was a ritual that was already preordained, and they were just pawns in it.
