The divine head was broken, and spider web-like cracks appeared.
Thick and dense divine liquid overflowed from the cracks, like golden blood.
Tsukuyomi looked at the broken godhead in disbelief, his eyes full of horror and confusion.
Although the gods are powerful, their bodies can be destroyed and their souls can be shattered. Only the divine personality is a structure of rules, divine power, luck, etc. It is extremely hard and difficult to be destroyed except for the god himself who possesses the divine personality.
But unfortunately, his own godhood was torn apart like this.
What shocked Tsukuyomi even more was that a white light suddenly appeared on the black silk thread. The white light expanded rapidly and became more and more powerful.
Tsukuyomi looked at this white light, his pupils contracted violently.
This is energy, extremely dense and terrifying energy!
The white light engulfed him instantly.
Pictures unfolded directly in his consciousness.
There were men wearing animal skins, armed with spears, fighting against wild beasts.
There are naked people building houses on trees.
Someone with disheveled hair and hunched waist dropped seeds on the land covered with plant ash.
Someone made a wheel and danced happily.
Someone...
From barbarism to civilization, from civilization to war, from war to peace.
Countless images flowed into Tsukuyomi's consciousness along with the white light.
Even though he was a god with extremely powerful consciousness, he still felt pain.
In just a moment, Tsukuyomi had all these massive images in his mind.
"This is the history of the Kyushu people."
"Is it also the source of Kyushu's luck?"
In the dazzling light, Tsukuyomi slowly spoke.
He looked in the direction of Zhou Yan, unable to see the middle-aged man because of the white light of luck blocking it.
But he knew that that person must be looking at him too.
The horror on Tsukuyomi's face disappeared, and he returned to calmness again, "I said that gods cannot be killed."
"As long as I don't want to die, no one can kill me."
His body, soul, and divine personality were all submerged in the white light of destiny, and they quickly collapsed and melted.
But a special road appeared from under his feet, then grew, attached to the white light of luck, and quickly spread towards Zhou Yan.
This is the way of God.
The path taken by humans is the path of humanity, the path taken by animals is the path of beasts, and the path taken by gods is the path of gods.
When gods walk in the world, their paths are shining, their paths are brilliant, and their light is blazing.
A shadow is walking on the Shinto road.
Every time you take a step, the shadow becomes more solid.
There are crystals slowly condensing on the phantom's chest.
That is the re-condensed godhead.
As long as the divine way is not destroyed, gods will be born.
The divine power is released in the godhead, and organs, blood vessels, and meridians are slowly condensed...
The reborn Tsukuyomi focused his eyes again and looked forward. This time, an extremely complicated magatama pattern appeared in his pupils.
His distorted vision passed through the white light of destiny and finally saw the middle-aged man at the end.
Although I knew that Kyushu's number one war god was very powerful, I didn't expect him to be so powerful.
He walked forward step by step.
As he walked, he said, "I wanted to use death to enter the netherworld of Kyushu and attack and kill the guy named Li."
"But your threat seems to be no less than that guy's."
"In that case, I can kill you first and then kill Li Xiang."
As Tsukuyomi spoke, a third eye grew between his eyebrows.
But at this moment, a figure condensed in the white light.
He looks to be in his mid-twenties, has short hair, is wearing a military uniform, and judging by his shoulder straps, he should be a first-class soldier.
When the soldier saw Tsukuyomi, he picked up his gun and pulled the trigger, and dense light bullets exploded in front of Tsukuyomi.
After the soldier finished shooting the bullet, he drew his dagger and rushed over. When he was more than ten meters away from Tsuyomi, it exploded instantly.
In the white light, two more figures condensed. They were two returnees, charging towards them with flying swords and magic weapons.
More and more figures appear.
They stepped onto the Shinto and charged towards Tsukuyomi.
There are atavists, warriors, cavalry, farmers, merchants, beggars, emperors...
Whether it was a gluttonous old man, a powerful young man, or a toddling child, they all ran over angrily. They were crowded together, and it was so dark that there was no end in sight.
These ordinary, weak, humble, stupid people are crowded together like sardines in a net, roaring, shouting, spitting stars, stepping on the Shinto, and rushing forward.
Tsukuyomi frowned, his heart filled with hatred and anger.
The path followed by the gods is Shinto.
Naturally, only gods are qualified to follow Shinto.
How could these mortal ants from Kyushu deserve to follow his divine path?
Boundless anger began to burn, Tsukuyomi released his divine power, and the crowd within a few kilometers behind him instantly turned into powder.
But after these people disappeared, more people came.
Divine power continues to be consumed, and people are constantly being killed, but new waves of people keep coming.
They went on and on, endlessly.
Without the support of divine power, the body's speed of condensation quickly slowed down and finally came to a standstill.
The light of the godhead in Tsukuyomi's chest gradually dimmed.
There are too many people.
He couldn't finish the killing at all.
Only then did Tsukuyomi realize that what he was fighting against was not Zhou Yan, but the destiny of Kyushu, the history of Kyushu for thousands of years, and the countless people of Kyushu for thousands of years.
Even in his heyday, he couldn't kill so many people.
What's more, at this time, his body is incomplete, his soul has not yet condensed, and even his godhead...
Tsukuyomi lowered his head and looked at the dim godhead in his chest, his expression becoming more and more solemn.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind.
A brand new godhead appeared in his hand.
He reached into his chest and replaced the old one with the new one.
The majestic power surged out.
The body is quickly built, and the soul is quickly condensed.
The terrifying divine power overflowed and struck the surging crowd again.
far away.
The end of Shinto.
Zhou Yan felt the strange aura in the divine power, and his face did not change much. He just said lightly, "I thought the Nordic Gods were behind the scenes, but I didn't expect it was Olympus."
"Japan has a history of being a dog for people since ancient times."
"It doesn't seem to matter who the master is."
He no longer paid attention to Tsukuyomi, but put the long bow on his back, carried the quiver, and continued walking eastward.
The previous Tsukuyomi was unable to resist this arrow.
With the new godhead, Tsukuyomi, the power in his body is no longer pure, and he is unable to resist this arrow.
There was no need for him to waste time on this god.
Tsukuyomi also saw his actions. He was stunned at first, and then became more and more angry, so angry that he was about to explode.
The majestic divine power surged out, frantically strangling the intruders on the Shinto.
But he was shocked to find that these people were killing more and more.
It turns out that the reason why there are only so many people on this Shinto is because the Shinto can only hold so many people.
The new godhead in the body quickly dimmed.
No matter how many people are killed, what's the point?
It's impossible to kill them all.
The land of Kyushu has given birth to too many people.
They are a crowd, they are a sea of people.
After all, my own Shinto is too small.
Tsukuyomi knew that he had lost.
The power of the godhead was quickly exhausted.
But the crowd coming from the front did not decrease but increased.
