The man wearing a black striped haori strode in from the front door.
Like a sharp long knife cutting through everything, the sharp edge between his eyebrows made everyone present look sideways.
The old man sitting in the most important seat suddenly showed joy in his eyes.
When he looked at Yuan Zhisheng now, it was as if he saw a knife that could cut off fate.
The sword has been unsheathed, so who can stop it?
But he also had doubts in his heart. This child was obviously hesitant before, so why did he have such an astonishing determination now?
"The First Cause of All Realms"
Yuan Zhisheng walked straight to Yuan's small table and sat down. As he glanced around, no one dared to move. The sense of oppression was almost real.
The hall was extremely quiet, and the sound of rain became increasingly clear and could be heard.
The old man sitting at the head of the table took the lead in applauding, and everyone in the hall began to applaud.
I applaud this man who radiates his aura to the entire audience as soon as he steps into this hall.
Wait until the applause has completely subsided.
The old man adjusted his kimono, stood up, took a few steps back, and bowed deeply.
Everyone was surprised. The person who bowed to them was the head of the family.
The eight Sheqi families adhere to a very ancient family system, and the status of the head of the family is respected. Usually the younger generations do not even have the opportunity to meet Mr. Masamune, so they are all grateful if they are "summoned".
And now all the parents actually bow to them!
Only then did they realize that the importance of this meeting was far greater than they imagined.
"I have been the head of the family for ten years. In the past ten years, I have been fortunate to know you all, to be recognized by you, and to share this history with you. I have lived these years without any regrets. Thanks to your care over the years,
I barely managed to maintain this family, and many things were not done perfectly, which caused trouble for you all," the old man said.
"Mr. Masamune is taking care of us." The head of the Feng Mo family spoke first.
"Mr. Masamune is taking care of us!" everyone said in unison.
"We are all a family. Without your efforts, I would have been dead long ago." The old man waved to everyone to sit down.
"It's a rainy day again. I miss it so much!" He also sat down. "Many years ago, I came to Japan for the first time. When the plane landed, I opened the door. It was also raining outside. The wind was wet, cold, and cold.
To the bone.”
"Now that I think about it, so many years have passed in a flash. We have gained a lot and lost a lot in these years."
"Every year I attend many funerals, wearing sunglasses to hide the pain. I wonder, when will these days end? We are becoming stronger, and our enemies are also growing, because they are one with us.
Yes."
"Like a growing tree, the tree is growing, and the shade cast by the tree is slowly covering more areas."
"What do you mean, sir?" the head of the Feng Mo family said solemnly.
"It's time." The old man said angrily, "They should never touch the bottom line. They are trying to get back to hell!"
"Road to the Underworld?!" Feng Mo's head was horrified, "Isn't that a legend?"
"Never." The old man said coldly, "It's just that the family has blocked this road, because this road will bring destruction! All those who try to become pure-blooded dragons are our undying enemies!"
"Pure blood dragon?" Everyone looked at the old man in shock.
"It's time to tell young people the truth about the closed history." The old man nodded to the head of the Feng Mo family.
"After that man burned down the family's archives, a lot of the previous information was lost, especially the ridiculous stuff."
The head of the Feng Mo family said solemnly,
"Everyone should know that Gao Tianyuan. It is recorded in the family records that when Gao Tianyuan comes to the world again, the door to the netherworld will be opened, and the mother goddess Yin Zangranzun imprisoned there will be freed. After that, Amaterasu
, Tsukuyomi, Suzuo's man will return to her arms, and the world will return to the era of God!"
The head of the Inuyama family shook his head and said, "Do you believe this kind of thing?"
In Japanese mythology, Takamagahara is the place where the gods gather.
According to the truth recorded by the eight Sheqi families, Gao Tianyuan was the domain of the dragon and the territory of the White King!
But this legendary place has been sealed and buried into the deep sea by Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi.
"Don't underestimate dragons!" the old man said in a low voice, "Everyone, we are proud of our bloodline, how can we despise the source that gave us this bloodline? That is the real god!"
"To be precise..." The head of the Feng Mo family was silent for a long time, as if what he was about to reveal would be a shocking secret.
These secrets should have been buried forever, but today they were unsealed. He didn't know whether this was right or wrong.
"The one buried in the deep sea is not the real Takamagahara..."
Everyone was shocked by this sentence.
The Divine Burial Hall is the deepest secret hidden by the family. The bones of the gods are hidden there. It was once a place where the gods gathered, but now someone tells them that there is actually another Takamagahara!
The head of the Fengma family took a deep breath, looked around at everyone, and slowly unveiled the dusty veil of history under Mr. Masamune's encouraging gaze.
"The one who was buried in the deep sea was Gao Tianyuan, but it was not Gao Tianyuan. The nobles of the Dragon Clan would build magnificent buildings on a large scale. They were entrenched in the center of the greatest ancient city, overlooking the world, but that was by no means their resting place. Their real
The place of sleep is the Nibelungen!"
"And Takamagahara under the sea is a real ancient city, so naturally it cannot be the Nibelungen!"
"Countless years ago, the first generation of Suzuo-no-o unearthed the holy remains of God from the Nibelung roots, and thus embarked on the road to hell. It was a forbidden area and the White King's trap."
"In order to stop the first generation of Suzuo who was about to become the White King, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi had to bury the entire ancient city near the sea under the deep sea."
"At the expense of themselves, they simulated the two forbidden word spirits [Guixu] and [Shiva Karma Dance]. Although it is not enough to exert its full power, it is enough."
"[Guixu] set off a huge whirlpool and stirred up a huge tsunami that swept across Takamagahara. [Shivaya Dance] destroyed the seabed, and the seawater flooded the entire Japan. The foundation of Takamagahara was broken, and it was pushed along by the water flow.
The sea floor slid deep into the trench."
"And this is the divine burial place that everyone is familiar with."
The head of the Feng Mo Family told this secret history in one breath. He took a deep breath to calm down the emotions in his heart, and continued speaking in front of the crowd who had already become silent.
"The other place, Takamakihara, is the resting place of the god. The first generation of Suzuo-no-o excavated the god's bones there. It also has another name - Night Food Plain."
"The legendary Kingdom of Darkness?" someone whispered.
"Yes, the legendary Land of Night is the opposite of Takamagahara in mythology, but in fact it is the true residence of God. And unlike Takamagahara that sank into the ocean trench, it still stands on the land of Japan!"
"What?!" Everyone looked at him in shock.
"The Nibelungen, the paradox space created by alchemy, the commissioner of this department entered the Nibelungen of the King of Earth and Mountain not long ago and killed the King of Earth and Mountain who was sleeping there, but the four major
How can a monarch compare with the real God? The only one who can rival the White King is the Black King!"
The head of the Feng Mo family said, "The fierce ghosts are now trying to dig out the holy bones under the deep sea and open the door to the Food Plain of Night. They not only want to become dragons, but also want to take charge of the ancient city of dragons!"
"So, it's time." The old man slowly took over the words of the Feng Mo family leader, "We can't tolerate it any longer. They have touched the family's bottom line, and this is a bottom line that cannot be compromised."
"I don't know how many people will agree with me or follow me, but I want to tell everyone."
He stood up and clapped his hands, the side door opened, and the priests came in carrying two white screens and placed them behind him.
Under the screen are a pen holder and a brush filled with ink.
"Once the demons obtain the power of the holy bones and open the Night Food Plain, then not only the family will face life and death, but the entire Tokyo and the entire Japan will return to the era of dragons!"
"If you think the family should fight to the death with the monsters, please write the word '正' on the left screen. If you think the family should continue to be patient, please write '正' on the right screen."
The whole hall was silent, only the wind was whistling like a ghost, and the cherry blossoms outside the window were falling, making people feel that life is impermanent.
No one stood up, even the heads of the family hesitated. It was difficult to write on any screen, as the pen seemed to be soaked in the blood of young people.
Until the man in front of the Yuan family's small table suddenly stood up.
He glanced at everyone present indifferently, passed by Masamune Tachibana, picked up a pen soaked in thick ink and drew a heavy stroke on the left screen!
Then he strode away quickly.
Immediately afterwards, the head of the Inuyama family stood up and left his seat, walked to the left side of the screen and drew a pen, then threw the pen on the pen holder and turned around to leave. He pushed away the entourage who rushed to hold an umbrella for him and went straight into the wind and rain.
Among all the heads of the family, the head of the Inuyama family has always been the one who least insists on solving problems through war.
But now, he chose to support it.
Just because the old man said, the family's final bottom line must never be touched!
All those who try to become pure-blooded dragons are their enemies!
…
…
"Zhisheng, what happened to you?"
The meeting was over, and after seeing off the heads of each family, the old man found Yuan Zhisheng in the back room.
The silence and sharpness Yuan Zhisheng showed today surprised and confused him.
He was pleasantly surprised by Minamoto's transformation. Only the real Amaterasu can open the door to the Night of Food, and if you want to become a real Amaterasu, you must be enlightened and shoulder the destiny of Amaterasu.
But he didn't know where Yuan Zhisheng's transformation came from.
Everyone's growth is not achieved overnight and must go through an evolution, and he prepared corresponding scripts for Yuan Zhisheng early to push Yuan Zhisheng towards the established ending.
But his script had just begun, and Yuan Zhisheng showed an astonishing determination, which surprised him and made him feel that the situation seemed to be beyond his control.
Yuan Zhisheng looked back.
"Dad, is everything the Feng Mo family leader said true?"
"Yes, it's all true. I'm sorry that I never told you."
"It doesn't matter. If you told me, I would only be more troubled before."
"Just 'before'? What about now?"
"I promised you that I would accompany you until the end. You must also promise me not to lie to me."
"Of course! How could I lie to you? You are the next generation of parents!"
"Parents? Can the next generation of parents temporarily use some privileges?"
"Of course, what do you want to do?"
"Find a man named Fujiwara Shinnosuke and bring him to me."
"Fujiwara Shinnosuke? Of course, but what do you want to do?"
"I... need to confirm something first."
"I understand, the family will bring this person to you as soon as possible."
"Trouble."
"You are the next generation of parents, so there is no need to say such things."
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…
The meeting place is a very classical shrine. After careful renovation, the shrine does not have any sense of dilapidation.
The only things that had not been repaired were the burnt torii gate and the vermilion stone walls, which still maintained their original appearance, and no one was even hired to clean them.
The girl in a red witch costume stood alone in front of the window, with raindrops falling from the eaves in front of her.
A veiled woman quietly appeared beside her.
They stood side by side without saying a word.
Until Eriki finally noticed the woman's appearance.
At that moment, her eyes lit up, the light of seeing a good friend.
A person who has been lonely for so many years finally has a good friend. When he sees his friend, his eyes will really light up to the extreme.
Because light also appeared in her world.
Erika tilted her head and gently pulled her sleeves.
The woman did not look at her. She stood in front of the window with a cold look, her chin slightly raised, and her cold eyes looking at the rain. Every angle was carefully adjusted, and every moment was enough to become a model of portraiture.
It's a pity that Eriyi is not a cameraman, so naturally he can't understand the posture that the woman deliberately maintains.
When the woman ignored her, she kept tugging on her clothes, showing off her extremely rare little temper.
Finally, the woman became impatient.
She looked back at her dissatisfied, and gently slapped away Eri Yi's hand holding the corner of her clothes.
"It's almost over, why are you in a hurry? Can you eat hot tofu if you're in a hurry?"
Her voice is pleasant to the ear, like a clear spring splashing in the mountains, but her tone is full of sarcasm,
"How can there be a girl who is so disrespectful to you? It's really embarrassing."
Eriki's eyes lit up again. On this girl, her eyes seemed to really sparkle, like stars on the night sky.
The woman frowned and said, "Are you mute? Why don't you speak? Didn't I tell you that you can speak as much as you want around me? Are you looking down on me?"
Erika blinked innocently, tilted her head, and a strand of hair fell down the side of her face.
The woman raised her hand to gather up her messy hair, as intimately as she had been her best friend for more than ten years.
She raised her hand and touched Eli Yi's forehead: "You, please be more thoughtful."