Chapter 158: Unmasked

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With a great enemy before them, everyone gathered their divine power.

Peach, rouge, true scarlet, deep crimson, chestnut, yellow, brown, orange, blue-green, young green…
The beautiful scenery of Yomijima Island, with its five colors and dazzling lights, instantly became a demon’s cave.

Itomi Yuki was protected by Minamoto Kiyomoto and couldn’t feel the pressure of the aura. The scene before her was very similar to the fireworks show she had seen at Tokyo Disneyland.

Faced with the flood-like divine power, the golden, black, and ice colors steadily suppressed it in terms of aura.

The practitioners on the boat couldn’t help but wipe the sweat from their foreheads with their arms.

As soon as the Kasen-level started fighting, let alone resisting, they couldn’t even cry for help. In an instant, they would be completely swallowed by the aftershocks.

“Amatsumara!” Drunkard turned his head and stared at Amatsumara’s eyes, which were burning with anger.

There was no need to think. The Divine Medium and the others had come to Yomijima Island. It must have been him who had sent the message.

These people with the highest talent, would they come to challenge the Great Stone of Yomotsu?

Amatsumara didn’t even glance at him and flew to “Minamoto Kiyomoto.”

“Lord Tsukushi-no-Kimi,” he bowed.

In the rolling black smoke, “Minamoto Kiyomoto” seemed to glance at him.

Amatsumara continued, “My lord, if Her Majesty finds out about today’s events in the future, please plead for me to Her Majesty.”

“Minamoto Kiyomoto” sneered noncommittally.

What a pity. If he had pleaded with Minamoto Kiyomoto, it would have been fine. Unfortunately, he pleaded with the Lord of Kyoto herself.

The people of the Shinto sect cursed at Amatsumara.

Sanae Sara’s eyes twitched as she quickly assessed the strength of both sides.

On her side, there were four group leaders, and also Yagyu Michiko;
On the other side, there were the Divine Medium, the Hokkaido Miko, and also Minamoto Kiyomoto and Amatsumara, two Kasen.

She would hold back the Divine Medium. Spider and Drunkard could barely hold back the Hokkaido Miko. Itomi Sayaka and Yagyu Michiko were just right to face Minamoto Kiyomoto and Amatsumara.

They didn’t have to worry too much about their safety, but the subordinates who had followed them would probably all die here.

“My lord,” at this time, she suddenly heard Amatsumara say to “Minamoto Kiyomoto,” “There’s a kid in Group Nine named Turdidae. His strength is also at the Kasen level, and he looks very young.”

Everyone turned their heads and stared at the Turdidae wearing the fox mask with disbelief.

Everyone present knew him.

In the Shinto sect competition in July, this kid had suddenly emerged and won first place in the newcomer group for the previously unknown Group Nine.

But this first place, the gap between it and a Kasen, was even greater than the gap between a cat and a tiger.

“Little cat, is what he said true?” Sanae Sara also asked Itomi Sayaka in surprise.

“He is the next leader of Group Nine,” Itomi Sayaka said with some pride.

As soon as her voice fell, a clamor of surprise erupted along the coast of Yomijima Island.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s whole body was covered in a blue light, which suddenly swelled, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and a huge wave hitting a small boat. The feeling he gave everyone was actually not inferior to Drunkard and Spider.

“Good, good, good,” Sanae Sara’s eyebrows raised in a smile. “The government has a Minamoto Kiyomoto, and we have a Turdidae. The Shinto sect…”

“What Turdidae? Also worthy of being compared to me!”

Only to hear “Minamoto Kiyomoto” laugh heartily and strike with his palm.

Hundreds of Shinto sect practitioners’ breathing hitched, and a deafening thunder exploded in their ears.

They saw the black mist rolling. Before it reached their faces, their mouths were already filled with the taste of blood.

Sanae Sara and the others were startled. They had already witnessed this kid’s strength in October. They didn’t expect that in the past month, he had actually become at least 30% stronger!

Minamoto Kiyomoto had indeed become stronger, but not that much.

Under this palm strike from “Minamoto Kiyomoto,” Minamoto Kiyomoto himself was also not feeling well.

He let out a long cry, summoned his divine power, and the Five Elements Qi Sword broke through the air, sensing the divine energy of the sea. The Kan Water Qi Sword slashed upwards.

Boom!

The blue light exploded, the black smoke rolled, and the qi waves churned.

Several Shinto sect followers who were close by were blown away by the aftershocks without even letting out a cry.

A strong wind swept across Yomijima Island, and the waves of the sea rose and fell.

Compared to the Amatsumara clan members in the morning, not only did Minamoto Kiyomoto’s right arm completely lose consciousness this time, but the Five Elements Qi Sword, which had turned into the Kan Water Qi Sword, also dissipated with a bang.

If it weren’t for Itomi Sayaka catching him, he would have flown off somewhere.

“How about it, my divine power from a year of training?” “Minamoto Kiyomoto” laughed heartily.

The Shinto sect, which had been blown to the sky above Yomijima Island by the qi wave, was silent, looking at him with horror.

Sanae Sara’s face was even more ugly.

She had lived for so many years, fought with two generations of Divine Mediums, and seen countless shrine maidens and Kasen, but no one was as terrifyingly unreasonable as Minamoto Kiyomoto.

Could there really be such a person?
Minamoto Kiyomoto also felt that “Minamoto Kiyomoto” was very scary, completely without the gentleness and charm he had in bed.

This was still Himegami Izayoi holding back.

However, she had raised Minamoto Kiyomoto’s level in advance. The next time he himself fought with the Shinto sect, wouldn’t he be at a standstill? Perhaps even worse than now.

“Everyone, during the Izumo competition, we agreed to hand over the Demon Dragon Nail. For you to do this makes me very embarrassed in front of Her Majesty,” “Minamoto Kiyomoto” didn’t even glance at Turdidae and said to the crowd with a smile.

Sanae Sara suppressed the surprise in her heart.

She smiled charmingly and said:
“Lord Tsukushi-no-Kimi, we only agreed to hand over the Demon Dragon Nail back then. We never said we would give you all of them.”

“Isn’t the Shinto sect a bunch of rats? How did you come to the Yellow Springs and get reincarnated as foxes?”

The Shinto sect hated being called rats the most.

Sanae Sara’s expression remained unchanged, but Drunkard and Spider’s faces were ugly.

The other Shinto sect practitioners were also full of anger, but they didn’t dare to speak.

“Your Excellency, the Divine Medium,” Sanae Sara looked at Kamibayashi Miko. “Our strengths are comparable. How about we just let it go this time?”

“You’re all going to die here today,” Kamibayashi Miko said coldly.

Before the Shinto sect could react, there was a sudden loud bang, and the entire Yomijima Island trembled.

“Amaterasu… Amaterasu… my child…” a god’s whisper.

“Bang!” Another loud bang. Dozens of practitioners couldn’t control their bodies and fell into the sea or onto the island.

A few landed on the edge of the beach. Fearing that they would touch the Great Stone of Yomotsu, they scrambled and rolled into the sea.

Kamibayashi Miko’s pure and fairy-like face showed a surprised expression for the first time. Her clear eyes stared at the Great Stone of Yomotsu.

“Izanami,” “Minamoto Kiyomoto” laughed heartily. “Your child is already dead, and your body is rotten. Stop struggling!”

“Child… my child…”

The sky shook and the earth moved. Yomijima Island seemed to be about to be overturned.

A barrier suddenly appeared in the sky above Yomijima Island, blocking all movement. The only exit was the cave that everyone had passed through when they came in.

From a distance, they were like being in a balloon, and the blowing opening was that long and narrow cave.

Everyone was pressed against the inner wall of the “balloon,” either surprised, terrified, or looking down at Yomijima Island with novelty.

Yomijima Island was about to be overturned at any moment, but the Great Stone of Yomotsu did not move at all, pressing down on it steadily, like a person pinching a rabbit’s neck with their hand.

Not long after, Izanami, who had transformed into the Goddess of the Yellow Springs, stopped shaking Yomijima Island.

“Alright, let’s continue,” “Minamoto Kiyomoto” said to the Shinto sect.

“Bang!”

“What’s wrong again?”

“Look outside!”

“What… what is that?”

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked out. On a clear and windless autumn day, thunder rolled, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a blood-red night sky.

The next moment, countless neon qi waves, like giant waves, galloped in the sky.

A strong wind howled, thunder exploded, and tornadoes connecting the sky and the earth rose from the sea surface.

The sky was dark, and the sea was dark. Tsunamis, tornadoes, the scene before them was like the end of the world.

“What’s going on? Is it Izanami again?” Drunkard’s eyes scanned, and a chill that he couldn’t explain ran down his spine.

“What’s wrong with the shikigami?” someone exclaimed.

Everyone quickly looked over. The shikigami of the Shinto sect practitioners were all stiff, trembling as they fell onto the island, whimpering and wailing, not daring to move, and showing a submissive posture towards the sea.

The butterfly on the back of Minamoto Kiyomoto’s head was also trembling restlessly.

“Mmm—” like a sacred chant.

The sea shook, as if in fear.

The strong wind suddenly stopped, and the overwhelming tornadoes also dissipated without a trace.

In the neon waves of the night sky, a crack opened, as if a god were descending. A yokai as huge as a mountain, with two pairs of transparent wings, slowly descended.

A terrifying chill flowed through Minamoto Kiyomoto’s blood vessels.

Uncontrollable fear filled his entire body.

The practitioners below the Kasen level were so scared they lost the ability to think, staring blankly at the god.

“Bang.” A practitioner fell onto the island and was killed by the fall.

The god finally revealed its full form.

A pair of beautiful horns, with branches, and graceful curves, like a beautiful coral tree.

Crisscrossing, like the most exquisite work of art, and also as complex as human blood vessels. A constant stream of blood-red light flowed within the coral horns.

It looked like a moth, and also like an angel, with a majestic aura.

“Coral Demon Moth,” Kamibayashi Miko said the god’s name, word by word.

Besides the waves of divine energy in the night sky, the world was calm and the wind was light. Everything was already ruled by the “Coral Demon Moth.”

Under the fox mask, Minamoto Kiyomoto’s face was full of surprise.

How could the “Coral Demon Moth” appear in Kansai, and on Yomijima Island?
The blood-red light in the coral horns flowed. At the position of the angel’s head, two azure light bands slowly appeared. The light gradually became larger, and the “Coral Demon Moth” opened its eyes.

Its gaze was fixed on Yomijima Island, locked on Kamibayashi Miko.

“Mmm—” another chant.

The world seemed to explode.

Nothing could be seen, and nothing could be heard.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s eyes saw stars, the veins on his forehead bulged, and a piercing pain came from his body.

Yomijima Island trembled non-stop. If it weren’t for the barrier, if it weren’t for the Great Stone of Yomotsu, it would have turned into dust in an instant.

When everything was over, Minamoto Kiyomoto finally got rid of the dizziness, and his eyes regained their vision.

Outside the barrier protecting Yomijima Island, the sea was gone.

The stinking mud, the rugged strange rocks, the cracked sea trenches, and the protruding volcanoes, like a valley, were presented before everyone’s eyes.

Itomi Sayaka held her fainted sister and looked at everything in front of her blankly.

Itomi Yuki groaned and slowly woke up under her sister’s divine power.

“What happened?” she had no idea what had just happened.

Itomi Sayaka didn’t answer her. She followed her sister’s gaze and looked towards the sea.

The rushing waves, like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, rushed from the horizon, about to attack the valley.

Valley?

Itomi Yuki lost the ability to think and could only watch as the giant wave, as high as the world’s wall, came from far to near and crashed on the protective cover of Yomijima Island.

Boom!

The color of heaven and earth changed, and Yomijima Island shook non-stop like a small boat.

“What should we do?” Spider asked Sanae Sara in terror.

The giant wave submerged Yomijima Island. The group hid in the barrier, like watching a heavy rain hit an umbrella.

“The Coral Demon Moth can’t get in,” Drunkard looked at the cave they had come from and breathed a sigh of relief.

“We can’t get out either,” Sanae Sara’s face was grim.

Yomijima Island was littered with corpses. The “Coral Demon Moth’s” strike just now, through the barrier of Yomijima Island, had killed half of the people of the Shinto sect.

If it were in a city, at least tens of thousands of ordinary people would have turned into blood foam, and countless tall buildings would have collapsed.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at the “Coral Demon Moth,” which was like a god before him. Was the “Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon” at its peak such a monster?

What kind of person could kill it with their own strength?

“Child… my child… come here… I’ll protect you…” Izanami’s voice came from the Yellow Springs to the human world again.

The blood-red light in the coral horns flowed. The “Coral Demon Moth’s” Amatsumara-like eyes seemed to glance at the Great Stone of Yomotsu.

It slowly descended and hovered over the still turbulent sea, guarding the entrance of the cave.

“What should we do?” the Hokkaido Miko asked the other two.

“Charge out. What else can we do,” “Minamoto Kiyomoto” said.

“It’s here for me,” Kamibayashi Miko’s gaze had been fixed on the “Coral Demon Moth” all along. “I’ll lure it away.”

“Okay,” the Hokkaido Miko nodded.

“What’s okay,” “Minamoto Kiyomoto” said irritably. “If she goes alone, she’s just sending herself to her death.”

“Is there a way to contact the outside?” the Hokkaido Miko asked.

“Strictly speaking, this is not the human world. We can only rely on ourselves,” “Minamoto Kiyomoto’s” tone also became solemn.

“Minamoto Kiyomoto’s” gaze swept over and saw Minamoto Kiyomoto looking at the “Coral Demon Moth.” As long as they were still alive, they were also looking up at this god-like yokai.

“Leader of Group One,” she spoke. “How about we join forces for now and charge out together?”

Sanae Sara withdrew her gaze from the “Coral Demon Moth” and pondered without speaking.

“I’ll lure it away. You take the opportunity to leave,” Kamibayashi Miko said.

“Minamoto Kiyomoto” grabbed her arm and said irritably, “Do you believe that if you charge out, I’ll follow? Let’s see what the Shinto sect says first.”

Kamibayashi Miko glanced at Minamoto Kiyomoto out of the corner of her eye and gave up the idea of being a bait.

If she acted as a bait just to save Minamoto Kiyomoto, and he didn’t leave, what was the point?
Everyone was uneasy, landing on the island, whispering to each other.

Sanae Sara, Spider, Drunkard, Itomi Sayaka, and Yagyu Michiko gathered together, and also called Minamoto Kiyomoto over to discuss what to do.

“For now, we can only cooperate with them, charge out of Yomijima Island, and each escape on our own,” Drunkard said anxiously.

“With the Divine Medium’s strength, while resisting the Coral Demon Moth, she can completely take the opportunity to sneak attack us,” Sanae Sara’s face was grim. “I can barely do it too.”

“We can go out. What about the others?” Itomi Sayaka glanced at her sister and Hanyu Chika.

The two of them were leaning against each other, comforting each other, like victims of a disaster hiding in a disaster shelter during an earthquake.

With the strength of a Kasen, in front of the “Coral Demon Moth,” they could only protect themselves and had no spare energy to protect others.

Sanae Sara, Spider, and Drunkard also quieted down.

They didn’t care if one or two of their subordinates died, but this time, they had brought either their trusted aides or the experts in their groups.

“Why don’t we force the Divine Medium to the beach?” Spider suddenly suggested.

“Force her to the beach?” Sanae Sara looked at her with confusion.

“From the moment she appeared, Izanami has been acting strangely,” Spider explained. “According to Amatsumara, Izanami should need the Divine Medium’s life qi. If we can release Izanami, not only can she resist the Coral Demon Moth, but she can also give the government a headache and give us a chance to establish our country.”

“Good idea!” Drunkard nodded. “Once the Divine Medium lands in front of the Great Stone of Yomotsu, she will definitely not be her own opponent!”

“But with just the Divine Medium alone, it’s impossible to let Izanami out, right?” Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

“And Amatsumara. Isn’t that old man proud of being a descendant of Izanami?” Drunkard sneered.

“Minamoto Kiyomoto was born in the Minamoto clan. The Minamoto clan is a collateral branch of the Lord of Kyoto’s bloodline, so he is naturally also a descendant of Izanami,” Spider added.

“The Hokkaido Miko probably is too,” Sanae Sara laughed.

She glanced at a few people and said in a low voice:
“We’ll pretend to cooperate later. When the three of them, the Divine Medium, believe us and are on full alert against the Coral Demon Moth, we’ll make a move and force them towards the Great Stone of Yomotsu. Even if we can’t get out, we have to finish them here!”

“Okay!” Drunkard nodded.

Minamoto Kiyomoto, Itomi Sayaka, and Yagyu Michiko exchanged a glance.

“By the way, Sister Sanae,” Itomi Sayaka suddenly spoke. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“This kid, Turdidae, is very interested in spells. I heard that Minamoto Kiyomoto knows the Eight Gods of Thunder. He’s not convinced and wants to learn it too.”

Sanae Sara stared at Turdidae for a second, then laughed, “Of course you can. Turdidae is the hope of the Shinto sect. After we get out, I’ll teach you ‘Black Thunder’ and ‘Earth Thunder’.”

“Thank you, Sister Sanae!” Minamoto Kiyomoto said excitedly.

“You know to call me sister when there’s a benefit?” Sanae Sara said with a嗔怪.

“Hehe,” Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed embarrassedly.

The six of them finished their discussion and flew towards the cliff. The three of them, the Divine Medium, were standing there, talking about something while looking at the “Coral Demon Moth” outside the barrier.

The “Coral Demon Moth” was like looking through a peephole, looking down at everyone.

They were like fish in a pond, or like a rhinoceros beetle kept in a plastic box, at its mercy to be preyed upon and watched.

Sanae Sara glanced at “Minamoto Kiyomoto” and gave Spider and Drunkard a look.

Minamoto Kiyomoto was giving Kamibayashi Miko a look when suddenly, a surge of divine power came from his right side. He subconsciously struck out with his palm.

His qi and blood churned, and the suffocating pressure made him unable to control his body, and he stumbled and flew out.

“Spider, Drunkard, what are you doing?” Itomi Sayaka was both surprised and angry. Her blue divine power shot towards Spider.

Yagyu Michiko’s slender hands plucked the strings of her pipa, and the clanging sound of the pipa fought with Drunkard.

The “Divine Medium’s Aya” was like a golden canopy, covering the falling Minamoto Kiyomoto.

“Divine Medium, we haven’t decided a winner yet from last time in Shikoku!” Sanae Sara smiled charmingly, and her enchanting pink divine power crashed into the “Divine Medium’s Aya.”

The “Divine Medium’s Aya” paused, and Minamoto Kiyomoto had already fallen to the ground, in the very center of the beach.

Himegami Izayoi’s face changed. She had originally wanted to make a move, but now she had no mood.

The people of the Shinto sect looked at each other, not knowing what had happened. They looked at these group leaders, shrine maidens, and Kasen, only to see them staring at the beach.

“Minamoto Kiyomoto,” Sanae Sara laughed gleefully. “Didn’t you look down on Izanami? She can’t break free from the Great Stone of Yomotsu. I wonder if you can!”

Itomi Yuki’s face was pale, and her eyes silently looked at the figure that had fallen on the beach.

“Minamoto Kiyomoto?” The Shinto sect sized up the Turdidae on the beach, their faces full of confusion.

Minamoto Kiyomoto stabilized his body on the beach and looked at the cliff.

“When did you find out?” he asked Sanae Sara calmly.

“That fake Minamoto Kiyomoto is too strong, so strong that I can’t convince myself. And,” Sanae Sara smiled, “everyone retracted their divine power, but he was still shrouded in black mist. Does he think I’m an idiot?”

“If I’m not mistaken, the one with the cat mask is Itomi Yuki, right? Did you teach her that spell?” Spider also laughed.

“What a pity. I thought the Shinto sect had also produced a genius,” Drunkard’s face was full of a gleeful smile. “But it’s okay. Anyway, the genius of the government is also gone, hahaha!”

“You, you’re looking for death,” the black mist dissipated, and Himegami Izayoi’s figure appeared from the flame-colored divine power.

“The Ise Miko?” Amatsumara said in great surprise.

“If you make a move now, the one who comes out from the other side of the Great Stone of Yomotsu will not just be Minamoto Kiyomoto!” Sanae Sara laughed wantonly.

Kamibayashi Miko could no longer hear any sound, staring blankly at Minamoto Kiyomoto on the beach.

A faint sound of footsteps.

The sound of footsteps coming from behind the Great Stone of Yomotsu interrupted everything and became the only sound between heaven and earth.

Himegami Izayoi couldn’t care about Sanae Sara and looked at the Great Stone of Yomotsu nervously.

Everyone stared at the Great Stone of Yomotsu, either with schadenfreude, despair, or curiosity.

Minamoto Kiyomoto took a deep breath, took off his fox mask, and revealed his handsome and refined face.

“My white hair is three thousand zhang long,”

“My heart is ten thousand chi high.”

“The karma of the six paths is exhausted,”

“I have gone through hundreds of reincarnations.”

“I love flowers and endure treading on them until they become mud,”

“Why should I fear falling into the path of beasts.”

Before the person had even passed through the Great Stone of Yomotsu, everyone had already heard the leisurely song.

The Great Stone of Yomotsu rippled like a lake, and a figure gracefully walked out.

He was wearing a magnificent black robe and a majestic crown. He was handsome and otherworldly, with a pale face and an arrogant expression.

The dead Minamoto Kiyomoto, with his hands behind his back, looked down on everyone with a smile.