Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Tokyo Skytree.

This 634-meter-tall tower, with its pale blue-white light under the night sky, seems to forcibly fuse traditional aesthetics with the futuristic feel of a cyberpunk city.

It is also the inevitable backdrop building in countless anime and comics.

Shen Jue grabbed Jianzi, who was wearing the Evil Dragon artifact, and in a flash, he was already standing at the highest point of the Sky Tower.

Above their heads, the sky, formed from yin energy, grew thicker and deeper, with swirling clumps of yin energy, their tendrils drooping, radiating obvious malice.

The huge hole that Shen Jue forcibly burned out yesterday with his Great Sun Magic has not yet healed, like a hideous scar stretching across the Tokyo night sky.

Miko let out a short "Ouch!" and as her initial fear subsided, she began to admire the dazzling Tokyo night view beneath her feet.

This strong little girl didn't let out a heart-wrenching scream like ordinary people, which made Shen Jue nod in satisfaction.

"Mr. Shen Jue, why are we here?" Jian Zi asked, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

"I'll help you solve your problem of having the ability to see ghosts." Shen Jue's answer was concise and to the point.

Seeing this, Zi became even more confused.

According to her idea, shouldn't Mr. Shen Jue be trying to make himself unable to see those evil spirits, or grant himself some power to protect himself?

But why did he not only put on that seemingly dull-looking evil dragon artifact?

He even took her to the top of the Tokyo Skytree, to face the increasingly thick, gloomy sky.

"Mr. Shen Jue, what are your plans?" Jianzi asked nervously, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.

A hidden worry lingered in her heart: if she lost her ability to see ghosts, would it mean she would never see her special father again?

"Just wipe out all the evil spirits and monsters in Tokyo, and even the whole of Japan," Shen Jue said calmly, as if he were talking about clearing weeds in the yard.

These words caused Jianzi to freeze, her mind going blank for a moment.

How could this be possible? Jianzi looked at Shen Jue in disbelief, her two index fingers touching each other helplessly, her fingertips turning slightly white from nervousness.

Shen Jue did not urge him, but waited quietly with a deep gaze.

In fact, after observing for a day, Shen Jue had already figured out the special characteristics of the child-seeing physique.

Jianzi's Yin-Yang Eyes can not only identify evil spirits and Yin energy without any obstacles, but more amazingly, her physique is like a natural furnace, able to transform worldly distractions into pure magical power almost without any cost or need to refine her mind.

This almost cheating-like special physique and eyes are by no means accidental, but most likely originated from the inheritance of a powerful ancestor of Jianzi's ancestors.

Indeed, in Japan, bloodline theory is the only true and legitimate way to win.

Night fell like a shroud soaked in black blood, pressing heavily over Tokyo.

At this moment, Shen Jue sensed that hundreds of cultivators had gathered outside an apartment building not far from Tokyo Skytree.

"Huh?" Shen Jue said in surprise.

"What's wrong? Mr. Shen Jue, is there a problem?" Jianzi asked anxiously.

"It's nothing serious, just a minor inconvenience," Shen Jue said. "It's really interesting; all sorts of nobodies have jumped out today."

The air around the cursed apartment building not far from Tokyo Skytree seemed to freeze, even the wind carried a nauseating, fishy smell.

At this moment, this is not an ordinary exorcism ritual, but a war that has staked half of the Japanese cultivation world.

The once ordinary street below the apartment building has now been transformed into a huge, bizarre altar.

Over a hundred people, including exorcists, priests, shrine maidens, onmyoji, shamans, and even yakuza from the Shugendo sect, gathered here like rivers flowing into the sea.

These practitioners were not a mob, but rather, under the absolute will of Kotoko—the strongest practitioner in Japan—they had constructed a tight magical defense.

Kotoko's first impression is "fierce". She does not have the eccentric madness of traditional practitioners, but instead exudes an absolute calmness and control.

This strongest man in Japan is like a Japanese sword drawn from its sheath—sharp, cold, and inspiring an involuntary urge to rely on him amidst fear.

Her long, straight, jet-black hair was naturally draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was exquisite yet cold, and her eyes held a detached indifference that seemed to have seen through the world.

Kotoko's eyes were incredibly penetrating, as if they could see right through the essence of evil spirits. This gaze filled the cultivators present with immense awe.

The air was filled with the smells of incense, herbs, and an indescribable, acrid smell, like metal being scorched by high temperatures.

The moment the ceremony began, the world seemed to be muted, and then all sorts of sounds burst forth like a flood.

The deep chanting of Sanskrit emanated from the monks in their robes, intertwining with the clear and melodious blessings of the priests.

The shaman's drum emitted a dull thud, each sound like a blow to the heart.

The monk Yamabushi of Shugendo blew his conch shell, and the desolate and distant sound seemed to penetrate the boundary between life and death.

The incantations in various languages, the different schools of ritual bells, and the crisp sound of the bell strings were all mixed together, forming a grand yet eerie symphony that soared straight into the yin-ghostly sky.

This is an exorcism ritual to drive away evil spirits.

With his excellent eyesight, Shen Jue immediately recognized the origin of the grand exorcism scene.

That's a famous scene from the Japanese horror film "It Came".

A large group of Japanese exorcists, dressed in their robes and wielding their magical implements, attempted to purify the evil spirit under Kotoko's command.

However, the Po-Xiong Demon is powerful and can see through people's fears.

The entire exorcism process was extremely brutal, with exorcists suffering injuries and deaths one after another, and the situation completely spiraled out of control.

In the end, Kotoko was left alone to face the Po-Xiong Demon.

The Po-Xiong Demon is actually a collection of the resentment of children who were aborted, died young, or died violently. It is a kind of demon god that is conceptually resurrected from the resentment of children.

It is similar to a more advanced version of the "demon child" in Taiwanese and Fujian legends, a kind of ghost that can abduct and take away children.

The exorcism ritual continued, with crimson, foul-smelling blood constantly flowing down the outer walls of the apartment.

The stench seemed to forcefully penetrate the brains of every exorcist.

But the nauseatingly sweet, fishy smell in the air suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a musty smell, like the smell of an old coffin being opened.

Shen Jue, who was atop the Tokyo Skytree, narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his gaze toward the street below the Skytree where the exorcism ceremony was being held.

Outside the tight defenses built by hundreds of wizards and priests, a very discordant sound pierced through the noisy chanting and bells, clearly penetrating the eardrums of everyone present.

"Popopo..."

The voice was deep and hoarse, with a strange metallic quality, like a bubble squeezed out from the depths of the throat.

It sounded like the strange cry of some large bird, or like an old bellows struggling to pump.

With that strange noise, a white figure appeared without warning on one side of the wall, on the flank of the exorcist team.

That's a woman.

Or rather, she was once a woman.

But she was just too tall.

Even on flat ground, the woman's figure stood out conspicuously.

Judging by appearance, it is at least 2.4 meters tall, with a breathtakingly large chest.

The woman wore a wide-brimmed straw hat with the brim pulled low, covering most of her face except for a pale, bloodless chin.

The woman was wearing a pure white dress, with an old-fashioned and intricate design, the hem of which swayed gently with her stiff movements.

"Popopo..."

The strange noise rang out again.

This time, all the exorcists saw clearly that the voice came from the woman's mouth hidden in the shadows.

That woman was none other than the legendary Eight-Foot Lady from the urban legends of Japan!

If the Grim Reaper Shen Jue were here, then the eight-foot-tall man, a frequent subject of doujinshi and anime, would have to be taken away and kept as a pet, right?

Shen Jue stood atop the Tokyo Skytree, watching this scene, a satisfied smile curving her lips.