As the savior, I only want to play single-player games.

Rom had seen the relevant information, and now that the situation on site confirmed it, he was confident.

This behavior is either a test or a way of indicating that this is the only amount one can eat.

Even gods cherish their lives. A powerful god is unlikely to risk his own life to test this line of death, which would indicate that the god is not strong.

Granny Sanzhi remained calm and composed. Seeing that Zi and Xiaohua were obediently following behind her, and given their pretty appearances, the others assumed they were Granny Sanzhi's disciples, and no one said anything.

Jianzi also saw a table in the corner of the reception hall, on which were black dog blood, glutinous rice, sea salt, yellow paper, holy water, etc.

A jumbled mess of materials, basically anything related to mystery and folklore was prepared.

During this process, she met a number of people who looked like Onmyoji, sorcerers, and monks. These people were dressed in traditional attire and had solemn and serious expressions. On the contrary, Rom was very unconventional and dressed in a very Western style.

"Look, are all these people psychics?" Xiao Hua looked at the group of people. When did psychics become so common?

“It’s fake,” Jianzi said softly.

She extended her mental power and found that these people were very flustered, and were probably just trying to swindle people.

But instead of exposing it, she withdrew her spiritual power. If she hadn't done so, she would have heard the voices of many.

Next, they turned around and followed Rom to the open-air hot spring.

The scene was extremely chaotic, but it remained as it was. In the murky, blood-red pool water, she saw some whitened meat strips bobbing in the water. She glanced at Xiao Hua subconsciously, but saw that she was radiant and had bright eyes, showing no discomfort whatsoever.

Besides them, there was also a middle-aged monk observing the situation. He had short black hair, thick earlobes, a full forehead, and his eyes were very focused.

Seeing that Zi had subconsciously extended his spiritual power, the middle-aged monk seemed to sense something and looked up at him.

This is made with real, high-quality materials.

Seeing that the child was surprised, he looked away nonchalantly.

The monk hesitated for a moment, but then came over.

"Master, what can I do for you?" Rom asked with a smile, his hand holding the brim of his magician's hat, his attitude fairly polite.

The number of spiritualists in the modern world is dwindling. They should just mind their own business and not interfere with each other's affairs.

For example, Grandma Sanzhi is conservative and rarely goes out. But he is different; in recent years, he has traveled to various places in search of answers, and his horizons have broadened considerably.

The monk said his Dharma name was Qinghai and that he was a local monk.

“The four of you have a divine light in your eyes; you are no ordinary people.” Qinghai spoke in a refined and articulate manner.

During this process, he took a very serious look at Jianzi and Xiaohua.

The former was radiant and serene, standing there gracefully, her golden eyes warm and bright, her demeanor extremely harmonious and natural.

And the latter... is she a human, or a beast in human skin? No, even beasts aren't as fierce as her. Her life energy is too intense, but it doesn't overflow; in his eyes, it seems to be sparkling.

He couldn't help but glance at him a couple more times, but quickly realized his rudeness and silently apologized; he was a traditional monk.

If he hadn't failed to detect any magical fluctuations, he would have thought the two girls were the leaders, while Granny Sanzhi and Rom were the followers.

After all, those two girls were too dazzling.

He wasn't there to interrogate anyone; he just felt someone was watching him, so he came here to discuss the matter with his colleagues. The people outside weren't qualified, and he also wanted to ask Rom and Granny Saegusa for their opinions.

"Does the master have any suspicions?" Rom asked.

Qinghai nodded: "There are guesses, but we can't be sure."

He was the first to arrive, and he had also cultivated magical powers, so it would be a lie to say that he couldn't see anything.

Rom replied, "I also have some ideas..."

Grandma Sanzhi's face was grave; she had pretty much understood.

There are indeed gods, but they did not escape from the spirit world; rather, they are newly born gods from the human world.

Grandma Sanzhi said in a deep voice, "Has the current situation really come to this?"

After cultivating magical power, one is essentially a candidate for becoming a psychic, just one crucial step away from becoming a true psychic.

This requires guiding the divine spirit into one's body; otherwise, it's an insurmountable chasm that cannot be crossed, and all efforts will be in vain.

"If such a thing really happens, it means that the other world might be closer than we think." The three of them discussed this view, with mixed feelings of joy and worry.

The good news is that a new era has arrived for psychics, but the bad news is that humanity is not ready.

But there are other possibilities, such as the turmoil during this period, because too many gods died and their divine bodies dissipated, leading to this situation.

Seeing that Zi had heard the gist of it, he vaguely understood that the divine was a necessary step to open the path of the psychic.

Suddenly, a sentence came from my heart.

"Idiot, what are you standing there for?" Kuroko cursed.

'Go find that guy!'

Miko still couldn't quite accept Kuromiko's way of speaking. She hadn't seen Kagura since she disappeared, and frowned as she asked, "Why are you out here?"

'If I don't come out, am I just going to miss out on the benefits?' Kuroko sneered, 'This good-for-nothing can't even seize an opportunity.'

'You mean gods?'

'nonsense!'

"Grandma Saegusa and Mr. Rom need to use the gods to become mediums," Miko calmly replied. She was unwilling to touch the gods, otherwise it would be tantamount to cutting off their path.

'Want to use it to become a psychic? Heh, I may not know the inside story, but I'm sure if you actually did that, you can expect their souls to fall into eternal damnation!'

Upon seeing this, he immediately asked, "What did you say?"

Do you still consider it a newly born god?

He saw that Zi was stunned.

Not newly born?

Kuroko continued with a cold laugh: 'Tsk, those who can leave their mark in mythology are indeed extraordinary. Even after death and the dissipation of their divine bodies, they can still rise again.'

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I've been experiencing writer's block lately, but I'm guaranteeing at least two updates a day, with occasional extra updates. I only took one day off last month for a family member's wedding. If nothing else is happening, I absolutely will not stop updating. It's like I'm in the underworld... not that I have an underworld work schedule, but rather that I'm so stuck with writer's block I'm practically in the underworld.

It wasn't originally supposed to be a tentacle monster, but this chapter took me over four hours to write. I was constantly researching and worried about being accused of padding, and I got a lot of flak for it earlier. Now I really can't afford to be careless. I hope everyone can understand the update schedule issue.

All gods, swiftly come to my aid! If anyone disobeys, I will subdue Fengdu! Chapter Twelve: Rebirth of the Vessel

Seeing that Zi was extremely surprised, he reacted almost immediately.

Is it Yamata no Orochi?

Seeing Zi, many thoughts immediately came to mind.

Although the Yamata no Orochi's divine body dissipated, it was not completely dead and was able to revive.

Yes, in mythology, it was also slain, but it still survives to this day.

Gods of this caliber cannot be killed by conventional means.

Seeing the serious look on her face, if that were really the case, then she would really have to stop Granny Sange and Rom.

She interrupted the three people's conversation and made this statement directly.

After hearing this, Granny Sanzhi looked shocked, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

This is not impossible.

Qinghai suddenly recalled the strange phenomenon that had occurred on this land not long ago: dark clouds had covered the land, and strong fluctuations had descended. He was awakened in the middle of the night and came to the courtyard, where he witnessed a giant tail, as majestic as a mountain, appearing and disappearing in the clouds, rolling violently, as if it were fighting with someone.

It even affected the entire Chiba Prefecture. But that commotion eventually subsided.

No one knows exactly what happened.

Only Granny Saegusa and Rom could vaguely guess something, but they weren't sure. In the end, they received a vague reply from Miko.

Rom seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had heard a similar story somewhere before.

Gods are immortal, and their true spirits are indestructible. As long as their legends continue to circulate in the world, they can be reborn indefinitely, but this comes at a price and carries risks.

This period is when they are most vulnerable.

A spiritualist needs to absorb a deity into their body, but the deity being guided cannot be too powerful, otherwise the success rate will be much lower, let alone a being like the Yamata no Orochi.

Even at their weakest point, they are not someone they can subdue.

The standards are too high; even if they jump, they can't touch the soles of the other person's feet.

"If we rashly perform the ritual and summon the gods, we might really fall into eternal damnation." Qinghai's lips were pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. As a reserve member, when he encountered a newly born god, he naturally had to think first about whether he could use this opportunity to become a true spirit medium.

However, if what the son said comes true, he will most likely meet with misfortune. Or rather, the current Yamata no Orochi desperately needs fresh flesh and blood, and he is like a buffet being delivered to its door.

"How did you know?" Monk Qinghai turned around and asked in surprise.

"A friend told me."

Seeing that Qinghai wasn't a bad person, she naturally wouldn't hide anything from him; telling him in detail wouldn't be in line with her personality.

The Yamata no Orochi has returned with a vengeance, determined to reclaim its power.

Qinghai stared blankly at Jianzi and said, "I'm asking, how do you know that person is Orochi-no-Kami?" Gods are elusive, and even if you catch a glimpse of them, you can't be sure who they are. That night, he looked up until his neck ached, but he still couldn't recognize their true form.

Miko was somewhat embarrassed. This was something Kuroko had told her, and she didn't understand how Kuroko knew it.

As for confirming her identity? It can't be that she learned it from Myoken-no-Mikoto, or that Yamata-no-Orochi died in front of her.

The body, broken into dozens of pieces, fell from the sky and dissipated, causing all the evil spirits on this land to become stronger... Although it was not obvious, it was still perceptible.

These messages were kept extremely secret.

Logically speaking, it's not something she should know.

"Ahem, does this mean that it's not yet time for those things to be born?" Granny Sange coughed lightly, changing the subject.

"It's hard to say, but there should be evil spirits approaching that boundary." Jianzi frowned slightly.

Evil spirits act on instinct and obsession.

What makes a god a god is not only because he is more powerful than an evil spirit, but also because he possesses clear reason.

In other words, if an evil spirit is powerful enough, it may regain its true self and ascend to godhood; otherwise, it may fall into demonic possession.