Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

After Tsukuyomi's arrival, her cool, clear eyes glanced indifferently at the kneeling Grand Master and the others, and she nodded slightly, granting his request.

Then, he slowly rose into the air. He was enveloped by a bright moon, whose light was not the usual clear radiance, but a flowing, metallic silver luster.

A large number of demons and spirits floated around him. Amaterasu had many demons and spirits under her command, and as one of the Three Noble Gods, he naturally had his own as well.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, which was defeated by the Thirty-Six Thunder Generals, will once again be staged in this world.

At that very moment, at the Tiantong Cathedral...

Although the Yata Mirror at Ise Grand Shrine can no longer see the scenes in Takamagahara.

However, the people in the Celestial Master's Mansion could still clearly see the scene inside through the connection between the altar and Zhang Zhiwei.

They were deeply shocked by what they saw inside. The once beautiful, fairyland-like Takamagahara had now become a blue-green inferno!
The so-called ghosts and gods were far too fragile before that terrifying Samadhi Fire. Not only them, but even the solid earth of Takamagahara was burned with countless bottomless void cracks.

In the sky filled with azure flames, Zhang Zhiwei's massive figure appeared and disappeared intermittently. Every now and then, he would unleash a sharp sword aura, instantly killing any ghosts or gods that tried to escape from the sea of ​​fire.

"Wow... this is the heavenly kingdom from Japanese mythology?" a young member of the mission couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes filled with awe. "Now it looks no different from hell!"

"This is what happens when you offend our Tiantong Church and our leader!" Another protector puffed out his chest and said with a proud look on his face.

They didn't know the details of the blue-green flames, only that the Japanese pirates' lineage was burning fiercely.

However, the senior disciples knew about the Samadhi True Fire. After witnessing the terrifying power of this flame with their own eyes, they were all shocked.

"The power of the Samadhi True Fire... is it really that great?" Zhang Shoucheng muttered to himself. "I only knew that this fire could burn the soul, but I never expected that it could even burn the spiritual space! I underestimated this ability."

"This technique was created by that Marquis Wu!" Yi Qian said in a deep voice, his gaze profound.

As high-ranking officials of the Celestial Master's Mansion, they naturally knew the original intention behind Zhuge Liang's creation of this technique. Since this Samadhi True Fire could burn the Japanese pirates' spiritual lineage, did that mean... it could also burn their own?

These words were in everyone's mind, but no one said them aloud.

Because it's meaningless.

The Marquis Wu, who created this technique, did not burn down the Celestial Master's Mansion's lineage. Now, the only person who knows this technique is Zhang Zhiwei of their Celestial Master's Mansion.

As for the Wuhou faction, according to Zhuge Yunhui, no one has been able to learn this technique for many years.

After a moment, Zhang Shoucheng broke the silence: "The power of a technique depends on who wields it. We can't take the power of the technique in Zhiwei's hands as its normal power. You should know that even a crude external martial arts technique like 'Iron Shirt' can be made into an 'indestructible body' in Zhiwei's hands."

“Junior Brother Shoucheng is right. This Samadhi True Fire has such great power in Zhiwei’s hands. If someone else were to use it, it’s hard to say how much power it would have!” Uncle-Master Yi Qian nodded in agreement.

As the group was talking, suddenly, a terrifying aura descended!
They instinctively looked up and discovered that there were two moons in the sky.
One of them still hangs high in the sky.

The other one, however, seemed to float above their heads, radiating a cold light.

In the moonlight, a cold and aloof figure looked down at them with an indifferent gaze.

Everyone was taken aback, then realized something was wrong. Before fighting the Shintoists, they had naturally brushed up on their knowledge of Japanese mythology, and they guessed the identities of their opponents at a glance.

"Tsukuyomi, one of the Three Noble Gods of Japan! Takamagahara is about to perish, why isn't he inside protecting the lineage? What's he doing rushing out?" Zhang Shoucheng asked, puzzled.

"That shows he chickened out and didn't dare face that brat Zhiwei inside. So, he could only run away like a stray dog," Uncle-Master Yi Qian said disdainfully.

“He’s become a spineless dog, but how should we deal with this thing?” another senior apprentice asked.

Yi Qian looked at the thirty-six Thunder Generals standing around the altar like statues and said in a deep voice, "With the marshals here, our safety is not in danger. However, if we really want to deal with that thing, Zhang Yi has to take over the altar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi on the altar finally completed his complicated and solemn ritual.

He picked up the cinnabar-dyed yellow paper that had already been written on, picked up the cinnabar brush, and solemnly wrote the words "Disciple Zhang Yidai Tianshi of the Zhengyi School respectfully presents this memorial." Then he picked up the "Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal" on the table and pressed it heavily against the end of the letter!
"Snapped!"

He then threw the handwritten letter into the brazier, pointed his magic sword, and shouted, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! By decree!"

In an instant, the handwritten letter transformed into a golden command arrow, soaring straight into the sky!
Immediately afterwards, a faint rumble of thunder came from the sky, and a strong wind swept around, causing the banners around the altar to spin violently and flutter in the wind.

The thirty-six Thunder Generals, who had been standing around the altar like sculptures, all looked towards their Uncle-Master Zhang Yi on the altar.

At this moment, the master of the altar officially changed from Zhang Zhiwei to Zhang Yi.

However, the divine light emanating from the thirty-six thunder generals also dimmed noticeably, indicating a slight decrease in their strength.

This is because the power of the Thunder Generals is not only related to the altar itself, but also inextricably linked to the strength of the Dharma Master.

Although Uncle-Master Zhang Yi is a highly skilled master who is adept at setting up altars and performing rituals, there is still a considerable gap between him and Zhang Zhiwei in terms of actual strength.

Therefore, even if it is the same altar, the effects that can be achieved are completely different.

"I wonder if I can hold on!" Uncle-Master Zhang Yi looked up at the sky and thought to himself.

At the same time, the Thirty-Six Thunder Generals also raised their heads, their cold gazes fixed on the silvery figure in the air.

There was no wasted words between the two sides.

Zhang Yi pointed his magic sword to the sky and issued an order to the thirty-six thunder generals:

"All generals of the Thunder Department, heed my command! Evil spirits are causing havoc above, threatening to wreak havoc on the human realm! I, by order of the Supreme Lord, command you all to slay these evil gods!!"

"Understood!"

The thirty-six Thunder Generals roared in unison, their bodies crackling with lightning, transforming into thirty-six streaks of light that shot into the sky to meet Tsukuyomi in the heavens!
Battle is imminent.

The demons and spirits behind Tsukuyomi roared and charged towards the thirty-six thunder generals. A fierce battle ensued in the air!

To those on the ground, the duel was nothing more than a series of thunderclaps in the sky; they couldn't see anything else clearly.

High in the sky, the Thunder Generals and Tsukuyomi were engaged in a fierce battle. The high-speed air currents generated by their fight alternately tore through the clouds, creating huge holes in the thick sea of ​​clouds. In just a few exchanges, many of the demons behind Tsukuyomi had died or been wounded. Tsukuyomi's weapon was a longbow formed from moonlight. He continuously drew his bow and fired arrows, clashing head-on with the Thunder Generals' lightning.

In this battle, the Thirty-Six Thunder Generals were not at an advantage. After all, most of the divine power that Zhang Zhiwei had ordered earlier had been used to empower himself.

Now that Zhang Yi has become the new leader, the power has been further weakened. Even though Zhang Yi has been desperately applying various buffs to the divine generals since becoming the leader, he still can't completely turn the tide and can only barely hold them off.

Meanwhile, in Takamagahara...

This place had become a blue-green sea of ​​fire. Whether it was Amaterasu, Susanoo, or any other demons and gods, they had all been reduced to ashes in this merciless flame.

The flames were still raging, and most of the area had been burned to nothingness.

The inner landscape is the opposite of the outer landscape. People's beliefs, that is, the collective spiritual power generated when they "believe" in something, will be concretely projected into the inner landscape.

In the Nathan Island storyline, Joaquin can use his power to construct a heaven within the inner world, then pull people in, and then, by taking advantage of the different perceptions of time between the inner world and the outside world, forcibly wear people down to the point of mental breakdown.

If an individual's mental strength is limited and they can still achieve this, then the mental strength of a group, which is almost infinite, is even more remarkable.

While Zhang Zhiwei was burning down Takamagahara, the area was slowly recovering under the influence of the power of faith. However, the rate of recovery was far slower than the rate of destruction.

Under this repeated forging, the Samadhi Fire began to spread to other places outside of Takamagahara.

A large lineage of Dharma often exists in more than one region, just as the Taoist lineage has thirty-three heavens.

The same applies to the Japanese lineage. After burning through the boundary of Takamagahara, Zhang Zhiwei noticed that an enormous gate had appeared in the void.

An enormous stone platform blocked the entrance. Streams of foul energy continuously seeped out from the cracks in the door.

"Such a heavy, foul stench... Has it burned down the lair of some evil god?"

Thinking to himself, Zhang Zhiwei casually threw a piece of fire over there.

Soon, the huge stone platform was burned down.

The magnificent gate behind the stone platform was also burned down, revealing the scene behind it.

Behind the door was a large amount of murky yellow water, as if it were a river formed by the pooling of corpses.

There were also a large number of hideous and terrifying monsters struggling to emerge from the turbid yellow liquid.

However, as soon as they emerged, they were burned to ashes by the raging Samadhi Fire at the entrance.

Zhang Zhiwei stood outside the gate, watching quietly. The gate was like a hole in a piece of white paper, and the Samadhi True Fire spread wildly outwards through this hole, burning out another deeply hidden spiritual space within the Dongying lineage!

He saw the scene inside, a sea of ​​flowers so vibrant it was almost eerie, and he recognized them immediately as spider lilies!
Beside that sea of ​​flowers was a murky river whose source could not be seen at a glance.

The turbid river water churned like mud soup, and countless lonely ghosts wailed and sank in the turbulent waves.

They were like drowning people, desperately stretching out their arms, struggling and crying for help. Screams and despair filled the air.

Anyone who sees this scene will immediately think of the words "the underworld".

In Japanese mythology, there is also a netherworld, which is called "Yellow Springs Kingdom".

In mythology, Izanagi's wife, Izanami, was burned alive while giving birth to the fire god Kagutsuchi, and afterwards came to the land of the dead.

Izanagi, missing his wife, chased after her into the land of the dead, hoping to bring her back.

In the pitch-black Hall of the Underworld, he met Izanami.

Izanami told him that she had already eaten the food of the underworld and that her body already belonged to the underworld, so she could no longer return to the mortal world.

However, out of consideration for her marital bond, she was willing to consult with the gods of the underworld.

She made Izanagi wait outside the dark hall, and repeatedly instructed him not to light a lamp to see her face.

But Izanagi waited for a long time, growing anxious, and finally couldn't resist lighting the comb teeth on his hairpin and secretly peeking into the palace.

Under the firelight, Izanami, the once beautiful wife, was now a rotting corpse, her body covered in pus and wriggling with maggots, her throat constricted and emitting a nauseating stench.

Even more terrifying, eight ferocious thunder gods emerged from her rotting body, occupying her head, chest, abdomen, back, genitals, hands and feet!
When Izanagi saw this, he was terrified.

Instinctive fear instantly overwhelmed his longing for his wife, and he screamed and ran away!

His actions completely destroyed Izanami's last shred of dignity and love.

She exposed herself to the person she loved most in the most unbearable way.

But the other party's reaction was to abandon her and flee, treating her like a monster!

Her grief instantly turned into overwhelming shame and rage, and the two sides became enemies. She even mobilized the entire power of the Underworld Kingdom to fight Izanagi to the death.

Zhang Zhiwei's "Samadhi True Fire" is even more powerful than the Fire God Jia Gu Tu Ming of that time.

His flames reached the Land of the Dead, naturally attracting the attention of Izanami.

Amidst a boundless sea of ​​spider lilies, a stunningly beautiful girl dressed in a moon-white kimono stands quietly.

She gazed at the blue-green flames spreading toward the Underworld, and at Zhang Zhiwei behind them.

The girl's face appeared calm.

But Zhang Zhiwei saw through her glamorous exterior at a glance to the horribly rotten corpse burned beyond recognition, and the deep-seated terror on the corpse's face.

Without a doubt, this is Izanami, the creator goddess from Japanese mythology. (End of Chapter)