Chapter 159: Black-Robed, Crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto

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Above the sea, black clouds churned, and neon waves surged endlessly.

The “Coral Demon Moth” stood between the sea and the sky, its huge wings covering the sun and the sky. The coral horns, with their flowing red light, were like the most precious treasures in the world.

However, everyone’s attention was not on this god-like yokai.

Under the cliff, on the crescent-shaped beach, stood two figures. One was wearing a tracksuit, and the other was in a black robe and crown.

“That kid didn’t die today?” Drunkard said in disbelief and surprise.

“No!” Sanae Sara stared at the Minamoto Kiyomoto who had walked out from behind the Great Stone of Yomotsu. “Amatsumara lied to us. Soma died today, but not at his own hands.”

“You mean—” everyone instantly understood.

Itomi Yuki looked at Amatsumara. His face was ugly. Seeing that the dead Minamoto Kiyomoto was not today’s Minamoto Kiyomoto, he still had no joy. Sanae Sara had obviously guessed correctly.

Her body lost its strength. If she hadn’t been protected by her sister all along, she would have already collapsed on the ground.

The sea breeze howled, and the colorful divine power of the crowd reflected on the cliff wall, making it a riot of colors.

The dead Minamoto Kiyomoto stood with his hands behind his back, his body erect, as quiet as an abyss.

He looked to be in his twenties. Compared to the spirited twenty-year-old Minamoto Kiyomoto, he was a bit more peaceful and indifferent, but this peace and indifference did not come from tolerance.

“Kiyomoto,” a worried call came from his ear.

The two Minamoto Kiyomotos looked up at the same time and looked at Kamibayashi Miko on the cliff.

“She’s calling you,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto smiled as if he had just realized.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at him with surprise. He didn’t make a move immediately, and his expression was very rich, without any stiffness.

“Manipulated by Izanami?” he remembered that Soma from Group One.

“Izanami?” The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed, his charm extraordinary, unrestrained and unrestrained.

Many female practitioners, knowing that he was a dead person, still couldn’t help but feel their hearts beat faster.

“You should have a little more confidence in yourself,” he said to Minamoto Kiyomoto with a smile.

“Kiyomoto, don’t believe a single word he says,” Himegami Izayoi’s face was pale. “His strength is at the Kasen level. A living dead person looks no different from a living person. He will deliberately show emotions. You… you have to be careful.”

At the end, her throat could barely make a sound.

The glimmer of hope and luck that had just appeared in Minamoto Kiyomoto’s heart was instantly extinguished.

The black divine power suddenly swelled. He focused his mind and waited, desperately thinking, but he couldn’t think of anything he could rely on to defeat his future dead self.

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto sighed and said, “Watching my wife care about someone else, this is how it feels, although this someone else is also me.”

“Have you lost your mind or not? If not, then stop putting on an act here; if you have, then don’t waste your breath,” Minamoto Kiyomoto reprimanded.

“You guess,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto said with a smile.

Minamoto Kiyomoto turned his head to look at the cliff and said to Kamibayashi Miko and Himegami Izayoi, “I still need you to make a move. You two scold him.”

“Bastard!” Himegami Izayoi’s eyes were moist. “Didn’t I tell you? You can’t believe a single word a dead person says. Focus on the enemy!”

“Of course I know,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said with a wry smile. “I’m just stalling for time, trying to find a way to deal with him.”

“Kiyomoto, stop. Go back to the Yellow Springs Kingdom,” Kamibayashi Miko suddenly said.

“Miko, you—” Himegami Izayoi looked at her.

Kamibayashi Miko’s clear eyes stared at the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto without blinking.

Himegami Izayoi withdrew her gaze from her and also looked at the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto, saying, “Master Kiyo, don’t scare us. Hurry up and go back.”

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto suddenly burst out laughing, his voice gleeful and joyful.

“I came here just to hear this!” he said with a laugh.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at his dead self, unable to tell what state he was in.

It seemed as if he still retained his humanity, but just by acting, he was also confident that he could achieve this level.

“You heard it too,” he said to himself. “Both wives have spoken. Aren’t you going back yet?”

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto smiled slightly and replied, “If I go, what about it?” He pointed at the “Coral Demon Moth” outside the barrier.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s face darkened.

For a dead person to walk in the human world, they must have the life qi of a living person. The other party’s meaning was already self-evident.

He didn’t waste any more words. There was only one battle.

Minamoto Kiyomoto let out a thunderous roar that shook Yomijima Island.

The black light danced wildly, and the handsome and handsome young man instantly transformed into a hundred-meter-long red-black giant dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

The not-so-large Yomijima Island, half of the sky was occupied by it.

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto’s eyebrows raised, and he laughed, “That’s right, that’s right. I also played this kind of trick when I was young.”

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s heart was filled with anger. He didn’t take the “Demon Body Spell” seriously, but no matter what, it was a spell he had created himself.

Although the other party was himself, that arrogant, domineering, and pointing-at-the-world tone was really annoying.

“Then let me see a spell that isn’t a trick!” he laughed loudly, and his dragon tail swept out angrily, as if to split the entire Yomijima Island.

The wind was fierce. The practitioners below the Kasen level on the island were all blown away, pressed against the inner wall of the barrier.

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto, with a light palm strike, the black light exploded.

“Bang!”

The red-black divine energy shot up into the sky and scattered. The hundred-meter-long red-black giant dragon’s body, like smoke and mist, disappeared without a trace.

The black light condensed, and Minamoto Kiyomoto’s handsome face was pale.

Everyone’s eyes widened, both surprised and terrified, with an indescribable panic in their hearts.

The strength of the red-black giant dragon, whether it was in the Kamo River in Kyoto, fighting with Ashiya Doman for the Kasen, or in the sea of Izumo, fighting with the “Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon,” had shocked the entire practitioner world.

More than half of the current Kasen admitted that they were no match for Minamoto Kiyomoto.

Such a strong demon body, it couldn’t even block a single palm strike from the dead Minamoto Kiyomoto?
“Sanae,” Spider and Drunkard looked at Sanae Sara.

Sanae Sara’s face was grim.

Minamoto Kiyomoto would die here, but in his place would be the unfathomably strong dead Minamoto Kiyomoto.

Once he obtained life qi and broke free from the shackles of the Great Stone of Yomotsu, the first thing they had to consider was not how to take advantage of the chaos caused by the dead Minamoto Kiyomoto to establish their country, but how to leave here alive.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at the remains of the Hakone giant dragon in his hand. The divine energy had already been exhausted.

He sized up his black-robed, crowned self, and a doubt arose in his heart again.

With the strength of his dead self, he could have killed both the demon body and himself with one move. Why was he not injured at all?

He didn’t like to play cat and mouse games. The dead Minamoto Kiyomoto should be even more rational and almost ruthless. It was impossible for him to do such a thing.

Could it be…
He rode the wind and landed on the beach.

“At the age of twenty, I should have another demon body. Why don’t you use it?” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto asked with a smile.

“How did I die?” Minamoto Kiyomoto asked.

“Flowers in spring, wind in summer, moon in autumn, snow in winter. Enjoy the flowers in spring. The snow scene in winter, you’ll see it sooner or later,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto said with his hands behind his back, smiling leisurely.

“You mean, I can live until the day I die?”

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at him and said with a smile, “You guess.”

“…”

Minamoto Kiyomoto lost patience with himself. His whole body was shot with Buddha’s light, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into the Tathagata’s dharma body, carrying a halo.

The divine light of the wheel, the unremaining nirvana, the great sun golden lotus, the Buddha’s seal divine power, the light shone.

Even Kasen with abundant divine power like Itomi Sayaka and Yagyu Michiko, under this aura, their qi and blood churned, and their breathing was not smooth.

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto did not move, but just made a grabbing motion with his right hand in the air.

The Tathagata collapsed, the Buddha’s light dissipated, and everything vanished into thin air.

Minamoto Kiyomoto stumbled and landed on the beach.

“Kiyomoto!” Kamibayashi Miko’s golden light ignited, and she was about to charge down. The Hokkaido Miko held her tightly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Himegami Izayoi was anxious and cursed at the dead Minamoto Kiyomoto.

“Angry,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto sighed. “Forget it. I just wanted to play with myself. Let’s stop here.”

Minamoto Kiyomoto pressed his chest. His divine power was out of control and flowing through his body, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

“Do you think I’ll be restricted by the Yellow Springs Kingdom?” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto said to Minamoto Kiyomoto with a smile.

“I won’t, but I don’t know about you, cough, cough.”

“This confidence, it’s nostalgic.”

“What, you lost your confidence after you died?”

“It’s been too long,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto sighed, his voice full of the breath of time. “Unconsciously, I’ve already lost my confidence. Everything is a matter of course.”

“Sounds amazing,” Minamoto Kiyomoto released the hand that was covering his chest.

“Barely, about the same as you.”

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

The people on the cliff were all horrified and puzzled.

“Your Excellency, the Ise Miko,” Amatsumara said in surprise. “It seems that Lord Tsukushi-no-Kimi has not lost his humanity?”

Kamibayashi Miko sized up the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto. Whether it was his divine power, his clothes, or even his way of speaking, everything had changed.

But when he smiled, he still had a hint of the mischief he had when they first met in the library in April, when he admitted that he not only believed in yokai, but also in aliens.

“Who cares if he has humanity or not!” Himegami Izayoi gritted her teeth and ordered the dead Minamoto Kiyomoto, “If you still have humanity, then get the hell back to the Yellow Springs!”

“Yes, yes, yes. As you command, my lady,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto sighed and turned to walk towards the Great Stone of Yomotsu.

“Wait!” Minamoto Kiyomoto called out to him.

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto stopped and turned around.

“Is there anything else?” he asked. “If you want to ask about the future, I won’t tell you a single word.”

“Anything else doesn’t matter. At least tell me how to deal with it,” Minamoto Kiyomoto pointed at the “Coral Demon Moth” outside the barrier, which was like a wolf趴on the outside of a chicken coop.

Everyone finally reacted. The dead Minamoto Kiyomoto actually still had humanity!
The Shinto sect practitioners let out a roar of surprise.

Sanae Sara, Spider, Drunkard, and Amatsumara’s eyes, as they looked at Minamoto Kiyomoto, were either filled with fear, killing intent, or submission.

The Itomi sisters, Hanyu Chika, and Yagyu Michiko were both surprised and joyful.

Kamibayashi Miko still stared at the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto. As long as he didn’t leave, she couldn’t rest assured.

“You really haven’t lost your humanity?” Himegami Izayoi was skeptical.

“My prowess, you should already be clear about it,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto said with a smile.

Himegami Izayoi’s face turned red.

“Then who won, me or Miko?” she asked.

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto’s face stiffened. Coupled with his pale face, he turned into a living dead person.

“Stop talking nonsense,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said loudly. “Hurry up and make a move. Let me see the matter of course you’ve exchanged your confidence for, and see what you can do to the Coral Demon Moth.”

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto stood with his hands behind his back and said:

“I am the lord of the world. The country is important. How can I, with the dignity of an emperor, show off the courage of a warrior?”

“The lord of the world?” Amatsumara’s mouth was wide open.

He had originally thought that the dead Minamoto Kiyomoto’s attire didn’t look like that of a king, but at that time, he had no mood to think about other things.

‘Could it be that Minamoto Kiyomoto has become the next Lord of Kyoto?’ he was indescribably shocked in his heart.

Minamoto Kiyomoto was born in the Minamoto clan and was a collateral branch of the imperial family. It was not impossible for him to inherit the throne.

“So much nonsense. Hurry up and make a move,” Himegami Izayoi knew that these “two people” were fooling her again.

At this moment, Minamoto Kiyomoto was fine. The worry in her heart was swept away, and she was full of joy. She was also too lazy to care.

Her tone even had a hint of pride.

The lord of the world, the “Lord of Kyoto” had defeated the “Ogosho” and the “Taiko.” She had defeated Kamibayashi Miko.

But shouldn’t she be the lord of the world? How did it become Minamoto Kiyomoto?
Himegami Izayoi was guessing what had happened in the future when she heard the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto say:

“You taught me this. You say it two hundred times a day.”

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at Himegami Izayoi. Himegami Izayoi was slightly stunned, then laughed coquettishly, “Do you believe a dead person’s words? How can it be two hundred times a day? At most three times.”

“I really can’t believe my own words too much,” but Minamoto Kiyomoto thought that twenty times a day was still possible. After all, he didn’t lie that much.

“Kiyomoto, be careful,” Kamibayashi Miko reminded him.

“Miko still cares about me. But a mere coral…” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed.

“She’s caring about me,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto’s handsome and pale face, his smile froze.

He glanced at the cliff mountain, sighed, and said, “Forget it, forget it. I’ll finish this quickly and go back.”

He turned his gaze to the “Coral Demon Moth,” and a nostalgic smile appeared on his lips.

Under everyone’s gaze, the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto took a step and came to the inner wall of the barrier.

Including Kamibayashi Miko, no one noticed how he had disappeared and how he had appeared.

The “Coral Demon Moth” suddenly let out a hiss. Its wings flashed, and a hurricane suddenly rose. The wind and thunder roared, and countless tornadoes appeared on the sea.

The next moment, it had already retreated to the horizon, looking at Yomijima Island from afar.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They didn’t expect this world-destroying, god-like yokai to be scared away.

Seeing that the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto was about to walk out of the barrier, Amatsumara’s eyes widened, and he said in terror, “Impossible! No dead person can go to the human world!”

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto took a step.

“Rumble!”

Yomijima Island seemed to be crying in sorrow, and also roaring in anger. The Great Stone of Yomotsu bloomed with light.

The black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto’s footsteps were pulled back again.

The Shinto sect all breathed a sigh of relief. The “Coral Demon Moth’s” reaction just now had really scared them. Fortunately, Minamoto Kiyomoto still couldn’t break free from the rules of the Yellow Springs.

“The Great Stone of Yomotsu, it let me come here, and it also bound me,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto sighed.

“Then hurry up and go back,” Kamibayashi Miko said sternly.

She didn’t care about the “Coral Demon Moth” or whether she could get out alive. She wanted Minamoto Kiyomoto to be fine now.

“Miko, wait a moment,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed.

He suddenly pulled with his hand in the air. The heavens and the earth roared, and the qi waves exploded. Besides the three shrine maidens and Sanae Sara, everyone else subconsciously closed their eyes.

“Impossible!” Sanae Sara’s horrified and terrified voice reached everyone’s ears.

Amatsumara quickly opened his eyes, and in an instant, his whole body froze there.

The Great Stone of Yomotsu, which Izanami couldn’t move at all, had disappeared without a trace and was being held up by Minamoto Kiyomoto with one hand.

Rolling yellow smoke surged out from the Yellow Springs Kingdom.

“It’s a bit heavy, but it would be troublesome to break it. Let’s just leave it like this for now,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

At this time, everyone had already opened their eyes and had this scene forever imprinted in the depths of their memories.

The handsome, black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto, holding up the sky with one hand, holding the Great Stone of Yomotsu, left the barrier and stepped into the human world.

Above the vast sea, from thousands of miles away, the “Coral Demon Moth” let out a long hiss, and the color of the sea and the sky changed.

The beautiful and precious coral horns, the blood-red light flowed, and a red light tore through the vast sea, piercing through the seawater.

The endless vast sea, in the heavens and the earth, with the red light as the axis, formed two mountain-like semicircles.

The red light shot over, about to grind everything in the world into powder and tear it into pieces.

The giant waves were like high mountains, the storm became more and more fierce, and the thunder crawled all over the night sky like snakes.

Everything in the world was about to turn into nothingness.

Everyone forgot to breathe, looked up, and stared blankly at the spectacle before them. Their faces, illuminated by the red light, were filled with panic, terror, and despair.

In the darkness, the loud laughter of the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto was heard.

“Heaven and earth are ruthless, only then can one live forever. Refrain from anger.”

“Bang—”

The color of heaven and earth was lost.

At this moment, even Kamibayashi Miko propped up her arms and protected herself.

The dark clouds scattered, revealing a sky as blue as wallpaper. The autumn sun shone on the heavens and the earth.

The “Coral Demon Moth” wailed at the bottom of the sea, flapping its wings several times, wanting to fly up again.

“Bang!” The sea, which had been split open, the giant waves like a heavenly ladder, suddenly collapsed and fell, burying it.

Everyone bathed in the autumn sunlight and looked at all this dumbfounded.

Minamoto Kiyomoto, in his black robe and crown, holding the Great Stone of Yomotsu, with his back to the sun, the edges of which were dyed with a faint golden light, hovered in the sky above the human world, looking majestic and noble.

At this moment, a shrill and cloud-piercing shriek came from the Yellow Springs Kingdom.

“Not good! Izanami is coming out!” Amatsumara’s face changed.

Everyone was also scared and quickly looked at the cave on Yomijima Island.

The yellow smoke rolled, shooting straight into the sky, and spread out in the sky.

The sound of footsteps got closer and closer. That shriek would sometimes roar, sometimes wail, and then suddenly laugh miserably.

At the same time, the “Coral Demon Moth” was on the verge of collapse and flew up from the bottom of the sea again.

Its huge body was like a mountain. Seawater poured down from the coral horns, like a series of heavenly river waterfalls.

The next moment, with a flap of its wings, the “Coral Demon Moth” shot into the sky and fled in the blink of an eye.

The water droplets that were thrown off fell like a heavy rain. The sunlight shone, and a huge rainbow bridge was erected on the sea surface.

“It’s up to you,” the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto suddenly said to Minamoto Kiyomoto.

Before Minamoto Kiyomoto could react, with a loud bang, the Great Stone of Yomotsu was put down again.

“Izanami, look at your tattered belly. Let me sew it up for you!”

Behind the Great Stone of Yomotsu, the laughter of the black-robed, crowned Minamoto Kiyomoto was heard.

Immediately after, was Izanami’s wail and shriek. That god-like female voice was actually full of fear.

Everyone looked at each other, as if in a big dream, unable to believe what had just happened.