Chapter 1772 - 891: The Onset of Cataclysm (Part 2)

It was a wooden bird-shaped frame, about half the height of a person, with wings tightly stretched with highly resilient bamboo strips soaked in thin oil, and its abdomen firmly strapped with several dark "fire thorns," while crude guiding tail wings were attached to the rear.

"Blast Fire Crow!"

Kuai Dayou spat a mouthful and a sharp glint unique to craftsmen flashed in his eyes, "I always knew this day would come, supplies from logistics are sufficient, and I tried making a few. It just needs a strong wind to work."

"Wind, come!"

At the side, Wang Daoxuan, who had been constantly observing the wind direction, stepped firmly into position and immediately shouted in a low voice upon hearing this.

He performed the Yu Step with his feet, pinched the Spirit Officer Technique with his hands, and muttered incantations. A yellow paper talisman ignited without wind and was tossed into the air by him.

The talisman ashes scattered instantly, and the surrounding airflow suddenly intensified. A strong northeast wind with a cold edge was generated out of thin air, sweeping toward the enemy ships along the coastline.

"Now!"

Kuai Dayou lit the fuse beneath the fire crow’s abdomen, and together with the craftsmen, forcefully launched several wooden birds into the sky.

The Blast Fire Crows borrowed human strength and the wild wind, rising unsteadily but at high speed, emitting a strange "woo—woo—" sound as they sliced through the air, drawing arcs in the sky, carried by the wind, bypassing the crossfire zone, and directly charging towards the Japanese fleet!

The sailors and samurai on the Japanese ships were obviously caught off guard.

By the time they saw several dark shapes with fire sparks roaring towards them, it was already too late to adjust the cannon barrels.

Two Blast Fire Crows precisely crashed into the middle mast of one customs ship and the stern of another small early ship.

"Boom! Boom! Kaboom——!"

First, there was the muffled thud of the fire thorn’s impact, followed closely by a violent explosion.

Flames and black smoke instantly engulfed the mast and stern, wooden debris flew, and faint screams could be heard.

The two ships immediately tilted, chaos reigning on board.

"Good! Well done!"

Marshal Gao saw it clearly from the slope behind and slapped his thigh hard, showing a rare expression of joy amidst the strenuous battle, "Whose handiwork is that? Such cleverness!"

The personal soldiers quickly brought Kuai Dayou over.

Upon learning this man was a Mystic Sect Craftsman and had already begun instructing military craftsmen to try making more of such "flying fire" devices, Marshal Gao nodded repeatedly, "Good! Hurry and prepare more, ensure the materials are sufficient!"

However, the situation on the battlefield changes in an instant.

Just as the Great Xuan Army formation’s morale was boosted, a sudden change occurred.

On the largest Anzai ship, multiple dark shadows shot up like phantoms.

These were not living people, but virtual shadows with varying forms emitting cold auras—the outlines of a two-headed giant dog, a strange bird with a crow’s face and a human body, and a thick, earthen yellow spiritual body like a wall.

Shikigami!

These Shikigami were extremely fast, directly charging at the subsequent incoming Blast Fire Crows.

The Dog God Shikigami bit a fire crow’s wing, unleashing demonic power, tearing its structure apart; the Crow Tengu Shikigami conjured a small whirlwind, blew off the fire crow’s trajectory, causing it to fall into the sea...

Kuai Dayou’s carefully prepared surprise attack was dispelled by the opponent with extraordinary means.

The remaining Japanese ships swiftly adjusted, extinguishing the remaining fire on allied ships while collectively retreating slowly, until reaching about twenty miles away, reforming their formation, and looking back at the Great Xuan Army across the sea, creating a stalemate.

The sea breeze carried the taste of gunpowder and blood across the shore.

Marshal Gao frowned tightly, looking at the enemy ships no longer advancing in the distance, and said solemnly, "Their artillery is better than ours, and they have demon ghosts aiding them. Why didn’t they seize the advantage to launch a beach assault?"

Yu Chanzi lightly waved his horsetail whisk, but his gaze transcended the sea surface, casting afar into the deeper eastern sky, with an expression more grave than ever: "They are waiting for reinforcements..."

...

Almost simultaneously, on Tsushima Island.

It had been operated by the Jianmu Organization for a long time, in a hidden valley in the center of the island facing the sea and backed by mountains, the ground had been excavated and carved into a large and sinister Array.

The array patterns were not simple lines but consisted of grooves with varying depths, flowing not with vermillion or mercury but with sticky, dark red, slightly pulsating—fresh hearts.

A full thousand Japanese Yin Yang Masters who were either kidnapped or deceived were heart-cut here.

Their lives and life-long cultivated power became the sacrificial offerings.

Zhao Changsheng stood in the core of the Array, no longer dressed as a typical Daoist, draped in a black feathered cloak connected by countless talismans, wearing a fierce Ghost Mask Crown that seemed to be an ancient artifact from unknown years.

No chanting, no dazzling lights.

He began stepping, each step heavy as a mountain, stepping on a heart at the specific Array Eye.

With each step, a muffled "squelch" sounded, and blood splattered.

As he walked, the aura within the valley began to twist.

First, it was the wind.

Without any warning, bizarre winds blew from all directions. Some were scorching like desert gales, others chilling like the Nine Netherworld’s breath. They collided and tore at each other in the valley, giving off shrill cries like ghostly wails...

Then came the clouds.

The sky was stirred by an invisible hand, with dark clouds gathering at a visible speed from all directions—not forming rain clouds, but rather rotating and accumulating, displaying unnatural shades of iron blue, dark purple, and ghastly white. Occasionally, immense shadowy outlines flickered within the clouds, resembling dragons but not, like snakes yet not...

Then the earth.

All of Tsushima Island began to tremble slightly, not an earthquake’s violent shake, but a deep, pulsing "undulation" seemingly originating from the depths of the Earth Veins.

Wet moss appeared on the rocks on the ground, and vegetation alternated between wilting and flourishing at an unreasonable speed.

In one breath flowers would bloom, in another leaves would fall, a ceaseless cycle.

Finally, the sound.

It wasn’t from reality but resonated directly in the depths of the hearts and souls of all living beings within a hundred miles.

It was the mournful cry of thousands of ghosts, the chaotic whispers of gods and buddhas.

...Various contradictory and chaotic sounds interwove, forming an incomprehensible "noise."

Zhao Changsheng’s steps grew faster, his feathered robe rustling loudly.

Under the ghost mask crown, his eyes were entirely consumed by an eerie green light.

"Crack—!"

A crisp yet earth-shattering sound of breaking resonated in everyone’s heart.

Above the Japanese Archipelago, that barrier of the "Daluo Law Realm"—which ordinary people couldn’t sense and even most cultivators could hardly touch—was forcibly torn open after years of preparation, under the extreme bloodshed of a thousand Spirit Communicators’ lives and the chaotic power of local faith from Japan’s folklore ritual.

The boundary between the Dharma Realm and Human World was completely shattered over Japan at this moment.

No cheap beams of light shot up into the sky; instead, phenomena erupted more densely and terrifyingly across the Japanese Archipelago:

The "Imperial Palace" of the Kyoto Imperial Palace opened on its own, and thick black sewage poured out, within which silhouettes of crowns of previous emperors floated.

All the Shimenawa ropes at Chuyun Grand Shrine simultaneously broke without wind, and the Divine Artifacts offered in the Divine Hall mourned.

The snow atop Mount Fuji melted instantly, then froze into blood-red ice crystals the next moment.

The Seto Inland Sea whipped up waves without wind, yet the crests solidified into countless kneeling human-shaped salt sculptures...

Above the Array on Tsushima Island, at that invisible fissure, "existence" began to descend.

They didn’t manifest directly as tangible, golden deities and buddhas.

The first "existence," carrying a piercing martial aura like an invisible meteor, streaked across the sky and landed in the main general’s cabin of the Anzai Ship of the Japanese fleet.

Inside, the main general of the army crossing the sea, a seasoned veteran known for his killing intent, was sitting on his knees, polishing his sword.

He trembled violently, and the famed sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

When he lifted his gaze again, his pupils had turned into pure silver-gray, devoid of whites, exuding a suffocating battle spirit and majesty.

He slowly rose, his bones made popping sounds like bursting beans, and his muscles swelled slightly.

Clang!

At the instant he grasped the sword’s hilt, all the metal items in the cabin emitted a deep hum.

Kamiyamafuji God, Japan Military God, Martial God, had descended upon this body.

The second "existence" was a wisp of pink mist tinged with a demonic purple glow.

It drifted lightly, seemingly with self-awareness, snaking across the sea before finally sneaking into an unnoticed merchant ship in the fleet.

In the lower deck of the cabin, a slender woman shackled with manacles suddenly opened her eyes.

Her gaze shimmered with radiance, exuding a soul-hooking and soul-capturing allure, brightening the dim cabin.

She gently exerted herself, and the fine steel manacles broke like rotten wood.

Rising, she lazily stretched her body, and every subtle motion was filled with ultimate seduction.

Yumizakai, the embodied legend of the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, symbol of enchantment and calamity, had been reborn by possessing a body...