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The dim, yellow sky seemed to be under some unbearable pressure. Cracks, like shattered glass, emerged uncontrollably at the barrier of this space and spread rapidly like wildfire.

"The dragon returns to the sea, I return to the Arakawa River." This sentence marks the beginning of the Arakawa Lord's formal transformation from a "monster" to a "god".

Ghosts, demons, and even humans—especially those who have transcended the ordinary—are essentially the same.

The strong are gods, the weak are demons; the law of the jungle applies everywhere.

However, not every being in a transcendent world possesses the potential to become a god.

Opportunity, talent, great strength, a resilient soul, a sufficient number of believers, and the determination to protect a region, or rather, a race, are all indispensable.

That sentence was spoken by the Lord of Arakawa when he wandered the world, fought fiercely with the strong, and finally grew tired of the fighting, longing for his homeland.

That day, he defeated a dragon that was causing trouble in the river and watched helplessly as it fled back to the sea in a sorry state. For some reason, he thought of his hometown, which he had not returned to for a long time.

Are the monsters there still fighting all the time? Are the people nearby enjoying good weather and a good harvest? Has that little dwarf who always clamors to conquer the world grown up a bit more?

Overwhelmed with worry, the Lord of Arakawa embarked on his journey home, and resolved to protect Arakawa.

This marks the beginning of a demon soul transforming into a divine soul and accepting the faith of believers.

Similarly, this is also the key to unlocking the "divine kingdom" of the Lord of Arakawa.

In the boundless sea of ​​stars of the gods, within a single star.

Here, a deathly silence reigns, devoid of any life.

But then, a sudden, resounding male voice seemed to bring the deathly silent space to life.

"The dragon returns to the sea! I return to the desolate river!"

The eggshell-like spatial barrier, covered with cracks, allowed a faint light to filter through, bringing a touch of life to this space.

At the same time, this ray of light also allows us to see the entire area.

This is a water city, where the calm water surface was originally undisturbed, but with that resounding sentence, countless tiny bubbles suddenly rose from the water, which seemed to boil over.

Along with this, pupils gleaming with the light of wild beasts gradually emerged from the water.

One pair, two pairs, countless pairs.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of water breaking rang out.

Countless figures rose from the water; they were mostly humanoid, but always bore some strange aquatic features.

It has fish scales buried deep in its body, a swimming tail, gills that have not disappeared, and webbed forelimbs that do not resemble human hands.

These are "demons".

The Demon of Arakawa.

Shuten-dōji commands the oni clan of Mount Ōe, and under the command of the Lord of Arakawa, are the water demons of the Arakawa region.

Hundreds of years ago, these water demons were sealed away in the dream realm of the Lord of Arakawa—the Arakawa Water Kingdom—and remain there to this day.

Now, they are awakened from their slumber by the familiar call.

The owner of that voice was the one who, when the sea monsters led their forces to invade the Arakawa, single-handedly blocked the attack with a single sword, sacrificing his own life to ensure the retreat of the Arakawa water monsters. The fact that the monsters here have survived until now is entirely thanks to that great man.

That was their master, the god of Arakawa.

Now, the gods are calling them.

From initial confusion and doubt, to disbelief, and finally to fervent enthusiasm.

Countless water demons cheered in unison.

Finally, the demons, who should have been violent, all bowed their heads in prayer in the water.

They were praying, offering their faith, their faces filled with utmost devotion, yet revealing a hint of madness.

Narumi Shingo, who was in Yomotsu Hirasaka at the same time, seemed to sense something, and a smile spread wildly across his lips.

He received a response.

The faith of the Arakawa water spirit, after a long time, was once again infused into his dream world, becoming inextricably linked to him.

The demonic power on his body faded from black and transformed into a crystalline jade color.

Meanwhile, the "boundary" of Yomotsu Hirasaka finally succumbed to the pressure and shattered into a series of shocking cracks.

This is like a poorly constructed house that leaks during a rainstorm.

The water poured in like a torrent, resembling countless magnificent waterfalls.

Before long, half of the road to the underworld had turned into a vast ocean.

Those pale skeletons were clearly not aquatic creatures. Even if the current couldn't kill them, the turbulent current made them lose their footing and were swept away to pieces.

The Yellow Springs Army had just taken shape and hadn't even had a chance to show its power when it suffered a crushing blow.

As one thing rises and another falls, the water spirits that entered Yomotsu Hirasaka with the current squandered the resentment that had been suppressed for hundreds of years. They moved freely in the water, and after confirming that the figure was a familiar soul, they became as brave as if they had taken drugs, tearing apart bones with their bare hands, and were invincible.

The 1,500-strong Yellow Spring Army were like glass, easily shattered and crumbled at the slightest touch.

Narumi Shingo kept his word.

The Yellow Springs have turned into a swamp, and the situation has reversed in an instant.

In those few seconds, before the four men in black robes could even react, they were already routed.

Narumi Shingo didn't even give the Eight Thunder Gods any time to react.

He held the knife in one hand and slightly raised the other.

The waters of Arakawa rose in response, solidifying in mid-air into four enormous black fish. A single, menacing wave engulfed the four figures in black.

This was no longer a close battle, but a complete rout.

Narumi Shingo waved his hand again, and the water flow seemed to come alive, completely obeying his command, transporting the four black-clad figures to his front and slamming them to the ground.

"No wonder you've all colluded with the Outer Gods. You guys are really weak."

When Narumi Shingo said this, he wasn't being contemptuous, but rather genuinely puzzled.

“I remember you also have a shrine dedicated to you, who is in charge of fire and thunder, and is a subordinate god under Takemikazuchi. You command the Yomi Army, are of noble birth, and have a small reputation in Takamagahara.”

Why has it turned out like this?

"No wonder a single extraordinary swordsman could annihilate your Fire and Thunder True Forms—if I were in my prime and faced you now, I could crush you into ashes with a single thought!"

Narumi Shingo said this without any particular meaning, just a simple question, but to the Eight Thunder Gods it was blatant mockery.

However, being a former god of Takamagahara, he didn't have a stubborn streak.

"We are outmatched in skill and fate; this outcome is our own fault, and we accept it."

One of the men in black raised his head with difficulty, his face showing some resentment, but he did not persist in arguing. He just muttered something, as if venting or questioning himself.

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"Arakawa."

"We just don't want to perish."

Were we wrong?

"Takamagahara no longer exists. Do you think that battle didn't affect the gods?!"

"Don't even mention me, even Lord Takemikazuchi or the Mother Goddess are not as good as they used to be!"

"You mean I'm enshrined in a shrine? Ha. In all of Japan today, there's only one shrine that enshrines me!"

"Not many people know the name 'Eight Thunder Gods' anymore!"

"I don't want to sit and wait to die; I want to live. Therefore, I will borrow your divine power to prolong my life, break through the barrier to the present world, perform a miracle, and awaken humanity's memories of me."

"Tell me, were we wrong?!"

The Eight Thunder Gods, eight in one, one voice represents the will of all of them—even though only half of the original eight brothers remain.

Narumi Shingo remained unmoved.

"What's the point of saying all this? You want to argue? Then what wrong have the humans, who perished in the bellies of other races because of your collusion with the Outer Gods, done?"

The Eight Thunder Gods' faces darkened, and they said with a hint of ruthlessness, "They are weak! They are wrong!"

Narumi Shingo chuckled and kicked the man in black robes, sending him flying several meters.

"Yes, I acknowledge that you are weak, but that's wrong!"

Struggling to his feet, the Eight Thunder Gods, somewhat speechless, seemed to finally break down. His voice gradually rose as he angrily shouted, "So what!"

"You can't kill me! I am a god too! As long as I haven't been completely forgotten, you can't kill me!"

His smile gradually turned eerie. Narumi Shingo sheathed his sword and shook his head meaningfully.

"Yes, I can't kill you."

"But perhaps someone can."

"Perfect, let's take you all as a gift for our reunion!"

Having said that, he stopped rambling and casually waved his hand.

The waves swept across the land, and this divine kingdom was swallowed up by him.

Amidst the involuntary shouts of countless water spirits, Narumi Shingo rose up on the waves, his face becoming solemn.

After a long silence, he finally uttered a sentence.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"The Lord of Arakawa has returned!"

Chapter 225 Seeking Help from God

Uesugi Kiyoshi opened his suddenly closed eyes, his gaze thoughtful.

In that fleeting glimpse, he saw the image of a majestic man in battle robes, riding a black fish and controlling giant waves, gradually being painted with color and coming to life in the Hundred Demons Scroll.

That was the Lord of Arakawa, he believed it with absolute certainty.

He turned around and gazed into the distance. Through the rusty walls, he seemed to sense something.

A hero who had been silent for hundreds of years returned to this world in a different guise.