I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 326 & 327: Lord of Mount Tai, the Corpse Demons are Sealed! (Revised)

Rashomon rises abruptly from the ground, towering like a black tombstone in Tokyo.

The enormous, hideous demon head on the Gates of Hell was clearly visible even through the barrier of the Four Red Sun Array.

The cameramen on the helicopter and the two million viewers in the live broadcast room witnessed this incredible scene immediately, and there was an uproar.

"This door looks so eerie, it sends chills down my spine!"

"A monstrous face with blue eyes and fangs, grinding its teeth and sucking blood, it looked almost like a living thing..."

Next, Susanoo's Kamui shuriken slammed into Rashomon with lightning speed, causing the gate, which was over ten meters thick, to bulge backward and crumble.

However, the destruction of the gate violated a forbidden law, thus opening the passage between hell and the human world.

Peeking through the slowly opening door, one can glimpse a vast, dark, and profound world filled with the aura of death behind Rashomon.

On the rotten, lifeless earth, countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts roam, wailing and howling, in darkness and despair.

Curses, pain, fear, resentment, and other negative emotions poured out of Rashomon almost tangibly, sending chills down your spine even through the screen, making you feel as if your soul is being sucked in.

"Aaaaaah! My brain, my soul are trembling!"

"Does this door lead to hell?"

"You mean the Gates of Hell?"

"Rashomon! I know, this gate must be Rashomon!"

Rashomon, originally named Rashomon, is traditionally believed to be the gate of Rashomon in Kyoto. During the Heian period, it was abandoned and fell into disrepair due to war. Unidentified corpses from within the city were often discarded outside Rashomon, and over time, they were regarded as the dividing line between life and death.

In Japanese folklore, Rashomon is depicted with gruesome images of hell, serving as the boundary between the human world and hell.

The popularity of Amami Kaori's live stream suddenly soared to a staggering three million!

The aura of death was vast and boundless, pouring down from the open doors of Rashomon, seemingly preparing to pollute and assimilate Tokyo, this brightly lit metropolis, into the deathly and eerie world behind the doors.

Just then, a huge black sun rose from Rashomon!

The sun roams the sky, stretching across the vast expanse.

Unlike the stars that radiate endless light and heat, the black sun will not blind you even if you look directly at it with your naked eyes. Instead, it is like a black hole, causing not only your vision but also your soul to leave your body and sink into it, never to wake up again.

With the appearance of the black sun, although the world behind Rashomon was still black and white, the chaotic and disordered aura of death began to become orderly, and the countless wailing ghosts fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

Just as the sun is the foundation for the existence of countless lives in Earth's ecosystem, the eternally sleeping, tranquil black sun is the center of the afterlife, dividing yin and yang, and governing the underworld.

"This deathly desolation, this world teeming with countless souls, and this eternally unchanging black sun—is the underworld truly behind this door?"

The group of bureaucrats who had been received by Jiraiya earlier have now been transferred to a sanctuary on the outskirts of Tokyo. They have had the opportunity to witness the sights of hell and immediately thought of the bizarre afterlife.

Moreover, in a fleeting glimpse in the video, a humanoid deity can be faintly seen amidst the black sun.

Everyone simultaneously realized that this person was definitely the ruler of the afterlife, the King of Hell!

It was Jiraiya who performed the ritual, opening the gates of hell and inviting the gods and Buddhas of the Absolute Gate!

"Quick, move the helicopter a little closer!"

"What are you photographers doing? Shove the camera up there and shoot like crazy!"

Under strict orders from their superiors, several helicopters circling south of the Four Red Sun Formation adjusted their angles and circled around it.

A photographer leaned out of the cabin, equipment in hand, looking down to get a clearer shot.

"I got it! I got it! This isn't a god, nor a Buddha, it's an emperor!"

The photographer's body trembled, and his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum.

In his mind, a majestic deity sat on the imperial throne amidst the black sun, wearing a white bone crown and a black robe adorned with twelve symbols, including the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and sacrificial vessels.

However, the deity's head and face were shrouded in darkness, hazy and indistinct, and could not be seen clearly.

This is an opportunity even more rare than an audience with the Emperor. If he can capture the face of this deity, he will definitely become famous overnight.

Even the Pulitzer Prize for Photojournalism requires him to come and accept it!

"I saw it! I saw it!"

The cameraman was so excited he was trembling all over and started shouting.

"What did I see? An emperor? Why can't I see anything in the live stream? There's nothing in the black sun!"

"We haven't seen anything here! Where's the driver?"

The photographer ignored the questions from his superiors; he had only one thought in his mind: to go further and rebelliously try to uncover the true face of the gods.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Just as the cameraman's gaze shifted slightly upwards, before he could see clearly, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in his mind.

He was struck dumb, as if hit on the head by a heavy hammer. Blood gushed from his mouth, nose, and eyes, his consciousness dissipated, and he fell into boundless darkness.

Besides him, the helicopter pilot and co-pilot were also shocked while peering at the black sun and fainted on the spot.

The helicopter immediately went out of control and crashed, and it looked like the helicopter was about to be destroyed and the people on board were about to die.

"Amitabha!"

Just as everyone's lives hung by a thread, a Buddhist chant rang out.

A golden lotus appeared in the void, and a golden Buddha's hand emerged, supporting the helicopter and placing it steadily on the ground, saving their lives.

"The Holy Monk of Earth and Land..."

A crew member stepped out of the helicopter, distraught and trembling as he spoke, having survived the ordeal.

He didn't know what had happened and couldn't understand why the captain had fainted on the spot after just glancing outside.

The one who set up the barrier to the south of the Four Red Sun Formation was Master Dilu, who had never set foot in the mortal world for a month.

"Amitabha Buddha, this one has different names and incarnations in different eras, and is revered as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in our Buddhist tradition."

Di Lu chanted the Buddha's name, his lowered eyes filled with compassion for all humanity.

"He weighs truth from falsehood, upholding justice with awe; he judges yin and yang, discerning even the smallest detail with a single glance. He decides good and evil, and governs life and death; how dare ordinary mortals look upon him with their eyes..."

Do not look directly at God!

Inside the Four Red Sun Formation, Ah Fei, wearing a mask, looked at the black sun and uttered another name, word by word:

"King Yama!"

He retreated in disbelief until he had nowhere left to go. His Susanoo's back pressed against the barrier, and after being scorched by the raging flames, he turned around in shock and anger.

"How is this possible, Jiraiya? How could you allow a god of this level to descend to the mortal realm?! The current rift shouldn't be wide enough for him to pass through!"

"The immortals have their own ingenious plans."

Jiraiya chuckled, his face full of smugness.

"So that's how it is. The so-called 'severing of the connection between heaven and earth' was just a facade!"

Ah Fei raised his head and looked at the light walls in the east, west, south, and north directions, as if waking from a dream.

"Damn it! You're using a feint to deceive me while secretly plotting to trap me in the Four Red Sun Formation, leaving me with no escape, and then letting Yama deal with me. How despicable!"

"All's fair in war, but your Space-Time Kaleidoscope Eye Technique is really too troublesome. If we weren't in the Four Red Sun Formation, you would have already escaped."

Jiraiya sniffed, his eyes filled with the cunning gleam of someone who had succeeded in their scheme.

"you!"

The flames of hatred and anger in Abilu's right eye, visible outside the mask, almost solidified.

As his anger surged, the Susanoo surrounding him became increasingly solid, and the all-destroying Susanoo slammed its fist heavily into the light barrier of the Four Red Sun Formation.

"boom!"

The barrier in front of Jiraiya trembled and deformed continuously, but he remained calm and composed, as if a gentle breeze were caressing him.

"You'd better save your energy and think carefully about how to deal with King Yama. This is an ancient god that cannot be compared to the native gods of this island nation. In a time even more distant than the Age of Gods, He was revered by the world as the 'Lord of Mount Tai'."

Jiraiya's voice was full of schadenfreude.

"You stole His stone bowl from before the Buddha, caused such a commotion in the mortal world, and just now you tried to kill His 'dog.' Settling old scores and new grudges all at once, even this immortal feels a little sorry for you."

"Jiraiya! I'm going to kill you!"

Ah Fei roared through gritted teeth.

Just then, a massive black sun soared into the sky, approaching Susanoo.

"Woof!"

The small white beast, which had almost perished under the sword of the Divine Might, immediately wagged its tail incessantly at the black sun as if it had seen its master.

It carried a hint of seeking credit and reward.

"Woof, woof woof woof!"

Relying on its master's power, the little beast barked wildly at Susanoo, showing off its might.

"You bastard."

Afei's eyes swept over the small white beast on the ground, then he focused all his attention on the black sun that was approaching him, his body tense as if facing a formidable enemy.

He had been in complete control during his previous battle with Jiraiya, and even when trapped in the Four Red Sun Formation, he never seemed flustered or at a loss.

The black sun, like a star moving across the sky, was magnificent and majestic, exuding an unstoppable aura of power.

"It's just an ancient relic from thousands of years ago, so don't interfere with my plans!"

Overwhelmed by the terrifying majesty of the black sun, Ah Fei was forced to take the initiative and made the first move!

Blood suddenly spurted from his right eye, staining the black kaleidoscope crimson.

"Ah! Die!"

He roared, and the nearly 100-meter-tall Susanoo unleashed an unprecedentedly terrifying aura, sweeping outwards in all directions like a raging torrent.

Even with the Four Red Yang Formation blocking their way, this earth-shattering aura still made everyone's hearts pound and cold sweat pour down their faces.

"Kamui Shuriken!"

On the four arms of Susanoo, huge black spheres appeared simultaneously.

With a flick of his arm, the space trembled violently as four divine swords attacked the black sun from different angles.

However, the black sun neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the divine sword in Shenwei's hand to strike its body.

Each of the divine swords, powerful enough to level several streets, fell upon the black sun, yet it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

"How is this possible?!"

Everyone present, as well as those who witnessed the scene via live stream, was stunned.

Like Susanoo, the god of destruction, everyone witnessed the scene of turning the entire Asakusa into ruins, and was deeply impressed by its unparalleled destructive power.

The Kamui Shuriken that Susanoo is unleashing now is clearly a trump card, yet it cannot harm the black sun in the slightest!

Some people felt a burning passion in their hearts.

If it really is the Emperor of the Underworld, and the supreme god of hell intervenes, it is by no means impossible for him to erase Ah Fei, this great thorn in his side, from reality.

"boom!"

Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, a deathly pale hand tore through the black sun and emerged from it.

Large, white hands with distinct knuckles and long, slender fingers, surpassing even the finest handprints.

Its color was cold and icy, even colder than jade, as if it were carved from bone.

On the eerie white hand, a string of purplish-black prayer beads was held.

Each round, lustrous bead emitted a faint black light, clearly indicating that each one was priceless. However, its sinister aura imbued the surrounding space with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

"...Moo...Phee..."

As the ancient, deep incantation, seemingly emanating from the deepest depths of hell, resounded, a sinister and malevolent black curse mark gradually spread across the large hand.

The black prayer beads hanging down, as if they were alive, clung and wrapped around His arm.

Sealing Technique: Corpse Demon Sealing Technique!

The large white hand blurred into something almost ethereal, before suddenly reaching forward and grabbing.

It arrived in an instant, leaving no time for reaction, and appeared in front of Susanoo's chest.

The Susanoo's absolute defense, which was indestructible and could not be affected even by a barrage of missiles, was pierced through by the white hand without even having the slightest effect of hindering it!

More accurately, it penetrates.

A large white hand pierced through Susanoo and grabbed Tobi, who was inside the abdominal cavity.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

Ah Fei let out a heart-wrenching cry, desperately resisting the pressure from the depths of his soul.

"Click."

Perhaps because of the previous series of battles, Afei's white mask was accidentally damaged. First, several cracks appeared, and then it began to fall off, revealing his left cheek, which had never even shown his eyes.

"How could I fall here, defeated by this unreasonable world! No, no, no!"

With a sorrowful expression, A-Fei clasped his hands together, still forming hand seals, attempting a last-ditch effort.

"This hopeless world has no reason to exist! I will obtain the Nine-Tails and all the Tailed Beasts, and create..."

The large white hand pulled back, forcefully tearing A-Fei's soul out of his body.

With a thud, the body dressed in a black robe with red clouds fell heavily to the ground, lifeless.

It's over, it's all over...

(End of this chapter)