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I originally intended to reach out and wipe away the ailment on her body.

But upon closer inspection, I noticed that both my arms were being held by two beautiful girls.

Helpless, they had no choice but to change her situation through practical means.

In the blink of an eye, it had covered her entire body, and all the ailments that had caused her so much suffering disappeared.

Furthermore, Wei Ming thoughtfully helped her temporarily block the connection between herself and the artifact.

This way, the stinging pain from the death artifact will not be transmitted to her body for the time being.

Bishamonten felt instantly relieved and his mind gradually returned to clarity.

She slowly raised her head, revealing a beautiful face but her eyes filled with unconcealed weariness and pain.

Bishamonten looked at Mimei, his throat, ravaged by heartache, uttering a hoarse, low sound.

"They...are all dead...ten."

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Chapter 550 The Summit of Takamagahara, Amaterasu! [Requesting monthly votes, ratings, flowers, and subscriptions!]

The artifacts died.

This was the second time that Bishamonten had experienced this.

A agonizing pain gnawed at her, causing her unbearable agony.

She considered the artifacts as her family, and the deaths of her family members were unbearable for her.

"Yes, they are all dead. It was Lu Ba who did it."

Without any tact, Wei Ming told her the truth.

There's no need to show mercy or pity at this moment.

"..."

Bishamonten's hair was disheveled, and his tightly bent fingers were deeply embedded in the mud.

However, due to the growth spurt, her clothes are now torn and ripped.

After the illness was cured, the torn clothes also slid off.

So now, with her almost naked body and listless state, she looked particularly miserable, as if she had been ruined.

If he were alone in front of him, he would definitely admire him without any reservations.

Unfortunately, she was still carrying five girls. With a sigh, she created a white cloak that floated down from above her head and gently covered her body.

Bishamonten, with his head bowed, looked at the white cloth hanging down.

His expression faltered slightly.

My chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down.

She gripped her cloak tightly and stood up from the mud, using it to cover her proud and exquisite body.

"Who are you people from 697...?"

Bishamonten did not ignore the presence of Mimei and the others.

"An ordinary person from the real world who was accidentally dragged into this."

Wei Ming's answer was neither that of a god nor a wild man, but simply that of a person from this world.

"ordinary…"

Bishamonten felt a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

She was able to slay demons and remove the ailments from her body and sever the wounds from the divine weapon in the blink of an eye—something even Amaterasu could not do.

"call…"

Despite her unknown identity, she has no time to concern herself with such matters right now.

Stumbling and staggering, she turned around, looked at the courtyard littered with severed limbs, tears streaming down her face, and lifted her foot to walk towards the castle.

Unwilling to face reality, she still held onto a faint, candle-like hope, trying to find even one more survivor.

Seeing her like this, Wei Ming shook his head and sighed: "Don't waste your energy. I can tell you for sure that everyone is dead."

"..."

Bishamonten did not stop, and continued to walk forward unsteadily.

Wei Ming: "Since it's your divine artifact, you must be able to sense it yourself, right?"

Although the five sisters didn't understand what was going on, they knew that the atmosphere wasn't right to speak, so they could only observe in silence.

Weiming's words still had an effect.

Bishamonten did indeed stop and gradually clenched his fist.

"is it my fault?"

With her back to Weiming, she suddenly uttered a question.

It's unclear whether she was questioning herself or asking something unclear.

Wei Ming said without any concern, "Kindness is not wrong, you just don't understand people."

At least he didn't think Bishamonten had done anything wrong.

If the dead are not made into artifacts, they will become evil spirits, be eaten by demons, or become demons themselves.

Bishamonten only took many dead souls as his divine weapons because of his kindness.

But what she didn't know was that even if one becomes a divine artifact and loses their memories of their previous life, a person is still a person.

They can be jealous, angry, and suspicious.

It will still generate all the negative emotions that humans should have, which is why the divine weapon could stab the gods.

"Doesn't understand people..."

Bishamonten suddenly realized.

I tilted my head back and let the raindrops drip onto my cheeks.

The cold rain washed over me, and a single sentence from Weiming cleared up my long-standing doubts.

A feeling of mist clearing away filled my heart.

But even if you come to your senses, there's no chance to repent.

Qingwu's emotions were also overwhelmed by grief; he placed his right hand on his chest, his fingernails pressing so hard they drew blood.

Suddenly, the rain stopped, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth again.

"Bishamonten."

A dignified female voice appeared overhead.

"There are people in the sky!"

Four-leaf clover points its fingers toward the sky.

A woman bathed in sunlight, dressed in magnificent divine robes, with flowing long hair and a serene expression.

"Amaterasu!"

Bishamonten, who was part of an assembly of eight million gods, immediately recognized the newcomer's identity.

Amaterasu.

The pinnacle of eight million gods.

The sun god who nurtures and gives birth to all things.

One of the three noble sons born to the father god Izanagi.

"Amaterasu, what brings you here?"

Facing Amaterasu, Bishamonten composed himself and respectfully knelt in worship.

Amaterasu withdrew her gaze from Mimei and slowly descended until her feet touched the muddy ground.

After bowing slightly, Xiang Weiming asked Bishamonten, "Bishamonten, why is your divine connection with Takamagahara severed?"

"Disconnected from Takamagahara?"

Bishamonten raised his head, looking puzzled.

She had no idea that this had happened.

"cough."

At this moment, Wei Ming coughed, attracting the attention of the two men.

“It was me. My friends and I stumbled upon this place and found that she had been corrupted by a divine artifact, so we severed her connection with what you call Takamagahara.”

He spoke frankly and without any worries.