In Ghost Kyoto.

Yama, who had not appeared for a long time, appeared in the underworld again. This time, when she appeared, she gathered a large number of people, and then she sent people to build a temple in the palace.

A large number of ghost officers on night patrol gather here.

Yama, holding a light golden square seal, walked towards the top of the Temple of Heaven step by step. With every step she took, faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard all around. In just a moment, thousands of wandering souls appeared, flying and wailing around the Temple of Heaven, but they did not dare to get close to Yama at all.

Not far away, the Nine-Lived Cat squatted on the ground and looked ahead curiously, whispering: "Meow! Hey! Qingxuande! What is Lord Yanmo going to do?"

Qing Xingdeng's expression was extremely serious at this moment. She stared ahead without blinking and said softly, "Lord Yama is pardoning the ghosts and gods!..."

"Back then, humans and ghosts lived together in China."

"Zhang Daoling, the founder of Taoism, founded Taoism in the Bashu area as a celestial master and pardoned the ghosts and gods of all directions. This separated the yin and yang worlds and ended the era of coexistence of humans and ghosts."

The Nine-Life Cat looked as if he didn't understand but felt it was very powerful, and whispered: "Then ghosts can't run to the world of the living anymore?"

"It won't be so easy to go to the world of the living in the future." Qing Xingdeng shook his head and said softly.

Princess Tsukihime appeared at the foot of the Temple of Heaven.

She was wearing a gorgeous court dress and holding a mahogany tray in her hand, on which were placed three rare objects, a sword, a mirror and a magatama. Princess Tsukihime came to the altar with the tray and raised her hand to pass it in front of Yama.

--"cut!"

Yan Mo's expression was extremely serious at this time. She first picked up the sword Ame-no-Kume behind her, then swung the sword towards the sky.

The wind is howling!

In an instant, countless wandering souls disappeared, and the foul air in the underworld seemed to be cut open by Yama's sword, and the dark clouds covering the sky above the ghost capital gradually dissipated. The faint howling of ghosts gradually faded, and the chanting like Sanskrit sounded, and the spirituality covering the underworld turned into faint Buddha light.

Qingxuandeng couldn't help but sigh when he saw this: "It looks like Buddhism will flourish in Fusang!"

In order to separate yin and yang, Lord Yama seemed to have made some compromises with the powerful Buddhists. Just by listening to the Sanskrit sounds at this time, you can tell that Buddhism in Fuso will definitely become an extremely powerful secular force in the future.

--"seal up!"

Yama's expression did not change at all. She then picked up the strange mirror and held it up to reflect the entire Ghost Kyoto. As a trace of invisible power spread, the plane barrier covering the entire Ghost Kyoto seemed to be mended again. Faint cracks in space were gradually repaired, and wisps of white mist gathered again above Ghost Kyoto.

However, the white mist did not take shape in the sky above Ghost Kyoto, but instead scattered directly to various places in Fuso.

"Alas." Qingxuandeng sighed.

——"Pardon! The Yin and Yang are separated! Humans and ghosts have different paths!"

Yama finally picked up the magatama, and floated up with the square seal held in his other hand. A ray of golden light appeared in the sky above the ghost capital, and the pardon order turned into bursts of metallic sounds echoing around, as if there was some kind of power of law that blessed it, and it spread throughout the underworld almost instantly. At the same time, all the dead souls felt a sense of it at this moment, and the ghosts who had died not long ago could not help but cry loudly.

at the same time.

Su Ziyu, who was resting in his residence, suddenly opened his eyes. A dazzling white light appeared in his eyes, and then he heard some voices from the underworld.

"Has Yama already started?" Su Ziyu stood up.

He teleported outside the room and flew directly into the air towards Rashomon's location.

At this time, many Onmyojis were rushing over. It seemed that he was not the only one who heard the voice from the underworld. However, Rashomon was completely closed at this time, and even Su Ziyu could not enter the underworld.

Yama was probably worried that someone would cause trouble.

Now no one can enter Ghost Kyoto, and Su Ziyu can only rely on his sense of space to sense that the space cracks are being repaired bit by bit.

Time passes by every second.

Just when Su Ziyu was completely cut off from the perception of Ghost Kyoto, a system prompt sounded!

"Main mission completed!"

"The authority level has been upgraded!... Expand the space system to strengthen the skill tree!... Expand the space law field to strengthen!... Expand the death law field to strengthen!..."

"Enough authority! Unlock the domain! Activate the demigod-level related route enhancements! ..."

"The current plane has been purified!"

"You can spend 10 points of source power to mark this plane as a permanent plane. The permanent plane can be returned through vacation permissions."

In a moment!

An extremely huge stream of data emerged in Su Ziyu's mind.

At this moment, he even seemed to have a hallucination in front of his eyes. He actually saw a vast expanse of white fog, which was gathering around him, and then disappeared bit by bit. In this illusion shrouded in white fog, Su Ziyu saw a Kyoto that had turned into ruins, with countless corpses exposed on the ground, and wandering souls and will-o'-the-wisp fires everywhere.

He saw Qing Xingdeng, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes. Her face was eerie and evil. There were piles of bones under her feet and countless wailing souls behind her. A green lantern had turned into an eerie purple fire, and around her were hundreds of ghosts running rampant.

He saw a palace made of cast iron, Shuten-doji drinking wildly on Mount Tamba, thousands of evil spirits celebrating and playing around, mountains of corpses lying next to the bonfire feast, and blood flowing along Mount Tamba all the way to Lake Biwa.

He saw a vast expanse of snow-capped Mount Fuji, with a blue flame rising from the foot of the mountain. Kiyohime, still in the form of a green snake, had her hair disheveled, laughing wildly and screaming as she set off a sea of ​​fire. Wherever she passed, there was scorched earth, turning the entire land of Fuso into a dry and cracked desert.

Pictures flashed before my eyes.

Su Ziyu saw the bloodstained Guhuo bird with broken wings in the maple forest, saw the huge nine-tailed fox rising from Qingqiu, saw the black fire phoenix fire in the ghost capital, and saw the giant tengu that stirred up a hurricane on Mount Nachi...

final.

What appeared in front of Su Ziyu was the calm face of Ampere Haruaki. He was wearing a black yin-yang suit and standing on the seashore of Fusang. Behind him was a hovering ferocious dragon, with dark blue spots all over the blood-red dragon scales. Under his feet was a broken magatama and a faint trace of a torn white sleeve.

Ampere Qingming stared into the distance with a sly smile, then he gently raised his hand, and the sea in front of him suddenly became turbulent. In the rolling blood, a huge skeleton ship made entirely of countless bones and nails emerged.

A low dragon roar sounded.

Ampere Haruaki's figure rose up with the wind and landed lightly on the top of the skeleton ship. As he gently waved the feather fan in his hand, countless ghosts and souls poured out from the land of Fusang. They gathered on the skeleton ship like a torrent of death. In the gradually spreading and rising black air, a behemoth with eight heads gradually became real. It roared and raised its eight heads to look at the other side of the sea.

The skeleton warship raised its bone sails and carried countless ghosts straight to Goryeo, leaving only a den of ghosts on the land of Fuso.

boom!

The environment in front of Su Ziyu gradually shattered and disappeared. He rubbed his head dizzily. When his consciousness gradually returned, the surging data flow also stopped.

"Successful?" Su Ziyu murmured as he looked at the Rashomon in front of him.

He could no longer sense the existence of the underworld, nor could he directly see the projection of Ghost Kyoto.

The Yin and Yang are separated. Humans and ghosts have different paths.

At this time, even if Su Ziyu wanted to enter the underworld, he could clearly feel the repulsive force of the plane.

The main mission this time was completed largely because he borrowed the power of Yan Mo. If he were to reorganize Yin and Yang by himself, he would have to strengthen his spatial ability to a very high level, at least to be a demigod. His mission would be much simpler if Hades was still there, because reorganizing Yin and Yang was originally Hades' job, and having a professional person to do it would definitely be much stronger than him, a layman.

"call!"

"We can arrange to leave now." Su Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief.

With the main mission completed.

Many permissions in the Spacetime Supervisor system have been unlocked, and the skill tree has been further expanded, directly expanding the field-level ability enhancement. The highest enhancement abilities in the two directions are

——"Create Demiplane [Space Domain]: Insufficient prerequisites, unable to unlock."

——"Soul Harvest [Death Realm]: Insufficient prerequisites, cannot be unlocked."

at this time.

There is a lock-like symbol above the skill tree, as if it requires opening a certain field first before it can be opened.

Su Ziyu only took a glance and then withdrew his attention. The reason was simple. Death and space enhancements both consumed a lot of source power. The little stock he had in his hands was only enough to light up one or two prerequisite abilities.

The conventional route of strengthening the system is low-cost and fast to form.

However, the expanded skill trees of death, space, and time all require countless resources. The more powerful the ability, the higher the cost. Even the psychic enhancement is much higher than the ordinary melee and distortion enhancement. The fastest to take shape should be the mechanical transformation of the wasteland world, which consumes the least source power. As long as the relevant technology is similar, it will be fine. However, the potential value is a bit hard to say. Su Ziyu cannot accept the existence of mechanical prostheses.

It's time to deal with Qingji's problem.

Although the main task was completed, Su Ziyu did not feel much relieved when he returned. He did not dare to leave without saying goodbye, because if Qingji could not find him and got angry, she could burn down the entire Kyoto.

First spend 10 points of source power to mark this plane.

Su Ziyu will definitely come back to visit in the future. Although the pollution in this world has been almost cleared, it would be nice to come here for a vacation if you have time.

After the separation of Yin and Yang, those who escaped from Kyoto should slowly come back.

Qingji can't stay here for long.

In the courtyard.

Su Ziyu had just returned when he saw Wuji squatting in the corner. It seemed that she had just been scolded by Qingji.

"Husband." Qingji walked out and said softly, "You're back."

"Yeah." Su Ziyu nodded.

He thought for a moment and said, "I have something very important to discuss with you. Please come to my room later."

Looking at Su Ziyu's serious expression, Qing Ji was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "Okay."

Creak.

Not long after Su Ziyu sat down, Qing Ji walked in. She looked a little nervous. She knelt in front of Su Ziyu and said, "Husband? What do you want to tell me?"

call.

So nervous.

Will something happen?

How about we talk about it another day?

no.

This matter cannot be dragged on.

Su Ziyu remained calm on the surface, but he was extremely nervous inside. He took a deep breath, stared at Qing Ji in front of him, and said slowly: "I'm not An Zhen."

The words fell.

The whole room was dead silent. Su Ziyu looked at Qingji nervously, but found that she tilted her head and looked at her with a puzzled look. She asked cautiously, "What's wrong with my husband? Why are you talking about this again?"

It seems that Qingji doesn't quite understand.

Su Ziyu took a deep breath and spoke again: "I am not actually An Zhen, nor am I his reincarnation."

There was dead silence again.

Qingji's expression was somewhat surprised, but she did not change her face as Su Ziyu expected. Instead, she still tilted her head and looked at him in confusion and said, "Is this the important thing you want to say, my husband?"

"oh."

"I already know."

Hello!

What's that expression on your face?

Can you not be so calm? You make me look so nervous!

Seeing Su Ziyu looking constipated, Qing Ji couldn't help but smile slightly. She stood up and poured him a cup of tea, lowered her head and whispered, "Before I woke up, I had a very strange dream."

"In the dream, my husband tried every possible way to resolve the hatred in my heart."

At this point, Qingji raised her head and smiled at Su Ziyu. This beautiful smile made Su Ziyu slightly absent-minded. She put down the teapot in her hand and said softly: "An Zhen wants to be a monk. He is a conservative person. He can't recite poems or tell stories. He can only tell me some Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles."

"I remember my husband told me the story of the White Snake in my dream."

"That's a story that happened in China."

Qing Ji took out a pair of white paper fans with great care, spread them out in front of Su Ziyu, and looked at the poem on it with a dazed look: "How can one achieve both in this world, not to disappoint the Tathagata and not to disappoint you?"

"The person in the dream is actually my husband, right?"

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