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

Go!

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Zhiwei gently tossed the ball of lightning away.

Ball lightning, only the size of a basketball, emits a hazy golden flame and leaves a long, reddish-gold trail. It appears slow, but is actually as fast as a shooting star!

Wherever it passes, even the fiercest winds that blow straight to the soul will instantly collapse.

The lightning ball flew precisely into the eye of the storm and was then detonated by Zhang Zhiwei.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only an extremely dazzling light.

In an instant, the ball lightning rapidly expanded, and from a distance, it looked as if a blue sun had risen, completely enveloping the eye of the storm!
Everything within the area covered by this sun was instantly and completely destroyed, turning into nothingness.

Moreover, this sun also exhibited an extremely strong suction force, as if it had become a giant vortex, forcibly pulling in all the surrounding storms.

The sun lasted for about ten seconds.

During this time, it remained remarkably stable. Though it continuously devoured everything around it, it made no sound, possessing an eerie tranquility. It even briefly gave one the illusion that it was the true sun, existing there since time immemorial.

In this spiritual world, this sun is too dazzling! Even the radiance of Amaterasu pales in comparison to it, like the light of a firefly.

The seven generations of Japanese gods and spirits stared in disbelief at the rising blue sun.

The interior is the spiritual world; the size of the scene can be created as much as one's imagination allows.

In the blink of an eye, one can change the world, destroy planets, or even shatter the universe.

But behind those grand scenes lies a hollow illusion, utterly worthless.

But that blue sun was different. They sensed a power from it that was even more terrifying than the Samadhi Fire.

The Samadhi Fire is terrifying because it specifically burns the soul, thus inherently restraining them.

The terrifying aspect of this ball lightning is its pure nature. There are no elemental weaknesses or advantages; it is the ultimate form of destruction.

This power made them tremble, and even gave rise to the thought that they should not be enemies with it.

This idea was hard for them to accept, yet it was incredibly strong.

They are a spiritual entity formed purely by the power of faith. Their subjectivity is, in fact, a collection of the subjectivity of countless believers.

They will be influenced by the believers, not only becoming what the believers believe them to be, but also inheriting some of the characteristics of the believers.

Some deities with too many followers possess too many, too complex, and even contradictory qualities. Therefore, some deities have multiple facets and are not one-dimensional.

If people in a region share the same trait, then the deities whose faith originates from that region will often also possess that trait.

For example, in a place where believers are very disciplined and respectful of etiquette, the deities born from their faith are often disciplined, respectful of etiquette, practical, and uplifting.

If a deity is born in a region where believers enjoy messing around and acting recklessly, the deity will often also enjoy messing around and acting recklessly, as in the Greek region, for example.

As for Japan, some people describe it as follows: knowing small manners but lacking righteousness, being bound by trivialities but lacking great virtue, valuing minor details but disregarding integrity and shame, fearing power but not cherishing virtue, the strong will inevitably become thieves and bandits, and the weak will inevitably become subservient.

This is the nature of the people in this region. And the deities formed from the power of their faith naturally inherit this nature.

For example, Izanagi and Izanami.

Izanami died in childbirth, and Izanagi, missing his wife, went to the Land of the Dead to find her. However, upon seeing his wife's terrifying face, he fled in panic. He forgot all their vows of love and even resorted to all sorts of ruthless and vicious methods to avoid his wife's pursuit.

From vows of eternal love to mortal enemies, it all started with just one glance. He completely forgot that she had become so terrifying because she was there to bear his child.

Running away to the underworld for one's wife is a minor act of loyalty. But to turn tail and run away upon seeing one's wife's disfigured appearance, even to the point of wanting to kill her, is utterly unrighteous and immoral, just as described above.

Previously, they dared to attack Zhang Zhiwei. But after being scorched by the Samadhi True Fire and witnessing the nuclear-explosive power of the ball lightning, they began to feel somewhat intimidated.

The inherent tendency of the weak to submit begins to manifest itself.

If Zhang Zhiwei can survive this tribulation, not only will the seven generations of gods in the world be able to bow down before him, but also the eight million gods of Japan will have to lower their heads in respect.

After expanding to its maximum size and maintaining that position for ten seconds, the ball lightning began to collapse inward, rapidly shrinking until it disappeared completely. Only a deathly silence remained, and the terrifying storm that had connected heaven and earth was swept away without a trace.

Everything seemed calm and peaceful, and the tribulation appeared to have been successfully overcome. However, the sense of impending doom that Zhang Zhiwei felt had not disappeared.

"It seems this isn't over yet."

Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself. He wasn't surprised by the outcome. After all, this was a severe calamity, and not just any ordinary one. It would be strange if it were passed so easily.

Sure enough, the next second, the eye of the storm overhead, which had been destroyed by the ball lightning, began to reassemble! However, perhaps because the destructive energy of the ball lightning still lingered around, the storm was gathering slowly, and it would probably take some time for it to reform.

"This amount of time... is enough for me to deal with these things."

Zhang Zhiwei looked down at the evil spirits crawling all over his body.

They piled up layer upon layer, as high as a mountain, constantly gnawing at him. A single glance at them was enough to trigger trypophobia.

If he weren't now in the divine body of the Heavenly Tong Sect Master, surrounded by extremely pure faith power, and if his life force weren't so strong and perfectly unified, he would probably have been devoured by these karmic vengeful spirits long ago, causing his life to collapse.

For these things that are not afraid of Samadhi Fire, golden light, or thunder, ordinary people really don't have any good ways to deal with them.

But Zhang Zhiwei felt that these things were not without flaws.

Since they can take lives and harm souls, they must also be restrained by the soul. Therefore, the best way to deal with these evil spirits formed from past karma is to fight them with the purest form of "life"!

He embraced the primordial unity, his nature and destiny becoming one, transforming into the purest power. Then he opened his arms, and then, with a sudden movement, he brought his hands together in the middle!
"Snapped!"

With a crisp crack, the vengeful ghosts and evil spirits clinging to his chest were instantly crushed into ashes by this pure life force. "It really worked!" Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself. No matter how bizarre something is, as long as it can raise its health bar, it's nothing to fear!

However, simply killing like this would be far too slow. After all, he's killed far too many people. Killing them all in a short time without using any special abilities is no easy feat.

"In that case... let's all attack together!"

With a thought, Zhang Zhiwei summoned a colossal god with four heads and eight arms, clad in armor and wielding weapons, surrounded by crimson flames and lightning, who flew out from behind him. It was none other than his guardian deity, Tianpeng Zhenjun.

Although Tianpeng Zhenjun is a guardian deity, he is actually the Heavenly Soul, one of his three souls, and is a part of his life, not an external aid.

This is a way of using the false to cultivate the true.

By borrowing the power of external deities, one cultivates a false version of the Heavenly General Tianpeng within one's own life. Then, by using this false Heavenly General Tianpeng, one ultimately cultivates one's truest self—this is cultivation.

Over the years, Zhang Zhiwei had kept it nurtured in his own shrine space. Every time he refined the main body, the guardian deity would also be refined along with it. Now, this guardian deity had completely lost the characteristics of the Heavenly Canopy True Lord.

Its appearance has completely changed to Zhang Zhiwei: its figure has changed from being as burly and strong as a mountain to being tall and upright.

The human-faced heads all resembled Zhang Zhiwei, but their expressions varied, some angry, some majestic. Even the beast head in the middle had changed shape.

Previously, it was depicted as a wild boar with a blue face and fangs, but now it has been transformed into a lion head with a huge mouth and fangs, making it more majestic than before. Moreover, although it is a lion head, it still bears Zhang Zhiwei's facial features. Outsiders would never associate it with Tianpeng Zhenjun at first glance.

At this point, calling him Tianpeng Zhenjun is no longer quite appropriate. Perhaps it would be more fitting to call him the incarnation of the Mingwang (bright king) of the Tiantong Sect Master.

Immediately afterwards, a giant god with an entirely black body flew out from Zhang Zhiwei's chest!
He was entirely black, holding a greatsword wrapped in black energy and lightning. Although he looked just like Zhang Zhiwei, he had a black face, fangs, and was extremely ferocious, with three eyes.

The right eye looks up at the sky, the left eye looks down at the earth, and the third eye on the forehead looks straight ahead.

On its head was a slightly smaller lion's head. The lion's head had its whiskers and mane bristling, swaying like flames, with its fangs exposed, making it extremely ferocious.

With its black face, fangs, and ferocious lion's head, it exudes an overwhelming sense of menace.

This is the Three Corpse God Incarnation that Zhang Zhiwei transformed into after severing the Three Corpses and merging them into one. It is also being nurtured by him in the space of the hall.

Over the years, while he was refining his subjective image, this Three Corpse God was also being refined.

Zhang Zhiwei still remembers that when the Three Corpse Gods were first formed, they looked somewhat hasty and fierce, with a faint trace of the evil aura unique to the Three Corpse Gods.

But now, although the Three Corpse Gods still have a fierce appearance, all their evil aura has disappeared, leaving only their righteous and majestic majesty.

It's no longer accurate to call him the Three Corpse Gods; he should be considered the wrathful form of the Heavenly Tong Sect Master.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't use them before because of the typhoon.

Although these two avatars were born from his life, they had no physical form and were helpless in the storm, unable to withstand the onslaught of the fierce wind. Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei never used them.

But now that the typhoon has been temporarily quelled, it's the perfect time for them to show their skills!
"kill!"

With Zhang Zhiwei's command, the two avatars, like two tigers unleashed from their cages, charged into the horde of vengeful spirits!

The Mingwang transformed into a being with four heads and eight arms, each wielding a magical weapon, like a highly efficient meat grinder, shattering vengeful spirits wherever it passed.

The Great Wrathful Form has three heads and six arms, wielding a black qi sword, making it even more ferocious. Every swing of its sword can take away a large number of evil spirits!

These two incarnations, one with three heads and six arms and the other with four heads and eight arms, eliminated those karmic vengeful spirits much faster than Zhang Zhiwei himself.

Seeing the fierce battle raging, even the "Imperial Advisor" could no longer restrain himself. His previous inability to harm those vengeful spirits wasn't due to a lack of ability, but rather because he had been attacking them with lightning magic. Against such beings, techniques were ineffective; only a clash of pure life force, a confrontation with the Dao itself, could resolve the conflict.

Having figured this out, he joined the battle, swinging his fists and fighting alongside the vengeful spirits!
After he stopped using lightning magic, he was indeed able to harm those karmic vengeful spirits.

The "Imperial Advisor" was like a giant demonic ape, his fists raining down like a storm, each punch shattering a swarm of vengeful spirits.

They fought fiercely with numerous vengeful spirits for a full half-incense stick's time, finally eliminating the last vengeful spirit completely.

In this life-or-death duel, both of Zhang Zhiwei's two incarnations and the "National Preceptor" suffered heavy injuries, their bodies covered with teeth marks and scratches.

Only Zhang Zhiwei himself, because of the unity of body and life, was not fundamentally harmed.

Having temporarily subdued the vengeful spirits, Zhang Zhiwei retracted his two avatars into his body to nurture them. Because the eye of the storm overhead had reformed, and a terrifying storm was about to descend once more!

But the "Imperial Advisor" did not return with him. The "Imperial Advisor" was the essence of his heart, residing within him. Although not an independent individual, he at least had a place to rely on, a place to withstand this calamity. Therefore, he did not leave, preparing to continue assisting Zhang Zhiwei in resisting the upcoming tribulations.

The tribulation began again, and they continued to fight against the wind disaster. Although they had suffered some losses earlier, without the restraint of those vengeful spirits, Zhang Zhiwei was much more successful in dealing with the wind disaster.

While Zhang Zhiwei was battling the calamity, the situation outside became increasingly critical.

The battle between Uncle-Master Zhang Yi and the Grand Master of the Shinto Sect has entered a fierce stage.

High in the sky, the great battle between the Thirty-Six Thunder Generals and Tsukuyomi reached its most crucial moment.

At the beginning, the two sides could barely maintain a draw, but gradually, the scales of victory began to tip in favor of Tsukuyomi.

The reason for this is not that the thirty-six marshals were incompetent, but rather that even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice.

Most of the divine power that Zhang Zhiwei had previously obtained through his rituals and decrees was taken to Takamagahara by him.

Although Zhang Yi summoned some divine power again after taking over the altar, the quantity and quality were incomparable to what Zhang Zhiwei had summoned before.

Most importantly, although Zhang Yi possesses the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal, his cultivation level is weaker than that of the Grand Master of the Ise Grand Shrine of Shintoism, making it difficult for the Guardian Marshals to reverse the situation.

Dark clouds filled the sky like mountains, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Zhang Yi's face was pale as he continuously tapped his magic sword, issuing edicts to mobilize troops. (End of Chapter)