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

Moreover, she wasn't completely without anything...

"Let's go," Suzuka Ise suddenly said, turning and leaving.

The witch was extremely surprised. Upon hearing this, she felt as if the goddess had become a different person. She didn't say much or explain, but she possessed a silent power, like a volcano gathering strength, completely different from her listless appearance just now.

It must be related to that tomb. She kept it in mind and planned to tell the priest when she returned so that he could find out the truth.

Suzuka got into the car and sat in the back seat. The two shrine maidens hurriedly got in, and the driver started the vehicle and turned back to the shrine.

Suzuka Ise gazed calmly out the window, taking in the scenes of the village, which reflected her own face—healthy and rosy, with deep, dark eyes.

Goodbye, village.

Goodbye, Grandma.

And goodbye, to the other me who died here...

She closed her eyes and unconsciously began to imitate the person from her memory.

At that time, she didn't understand why he always kept his eyes closed, why he liked to sit quietly alone, and why he said the world was noisy... as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

But even now, she still doesn't understand.

But she gradually realized what it would take to achieve this.

An independent, strong, and calm inner self.

Most people are like fallen leaves, floating, tumbling, and trembling in the air, eventually collapsing helplessly to the ground. But a few are like stars moving along predetermined orbits.

The fickle winds of fate cannot touch them, for their hearts hold unwavering faith.

May all gods swiftly come to my aid; if anyone disobeys, I will subdue Fengdu. Chapter Sixty-Six: Great-Grandson

Mie Prefecture, Ise Grand Shrine.

Suzuka Ise arrived at this ancient shrine, where many tourists came to pay their respects.

Instead of taking the main route, she was led by the two priestesses onto a hidden path, bypassing the outer palace and entering the inner palace.

The shrine is composed of two main parts: the inner shrine and the outer shrine.

The main hall, located at the center of the inner palace, is a typical example of the "Shinmei-zukuri" style, a traditional Japanese architectural form. It has a rectangular plan, an entrance along the long side, earthen pillars, a gabled roof with a central pillar, and a straight roof surface. Several fences and walls surround the inner palace, creating layers of space. Torii gates are located on all four sides of the outer walls.

This ancient shrine is the origin of all shrines. Originally reserved for the imperial family, it later became a great deity guarding all of Japan as the spirit world dispersed and the emperor's power waned. It was revered by samurai and held an extremely high status.

In the main hall of the inner palace, the High Priest of Qingshui was talking with a young man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was extremely young, with a smile on his lips, and was elegant and noble, much like a wealthy young master in a TV drama.

"A thousand years have passed. I wonder if the shrine still venerates Amaterasu?" he asked.

The High Priestess Shimizu nodded: "The entire shrine has unwavering faith in Amaterasu God, without a doubt." This person had immediately slapped a huge label on her, how could she dare to deny it?

"I have come in the name of the God Lord to receive the ancient artifacts of the divine race," the man said with a smile.

The priestess of Shimizu hesitated. The reason she left Suzuka, Ise and returned early was because she had received news that an important guest was visiting, but at this moment she couldn't understand what he was up to.

The person before me is from the lineage of the Emperor, but he has nothing to do with the Emperor on the surface. Instead, he is a reclusive lineage that left the royal family years ago. After the gods disappeared, these reclusive forces also went into hiding, but now they have reappeared in the world.

"The God Lord ordered the Divine Palace to guard the ancient artifacts. No one, except a god, has the right to take them away," said the High Priest of Qingshui.

This is an agreement between the shrine and the lord of the gods, dating back two thousand years. Even after the gods disappeared, this agreement was not broken.

The young man was still smiling, very elegantly: "The blood of my ancestors has awakened within me. Now that I have inherited the bloodline of the God, I am rightfully entitled to this."

But the High Priest of Shimizu didn't pay attention to these words. They might consider the resurrection of the first Emperor Jimmu, but they didn't know where this person's arrogance came from, that he was so confident.

“Those are treasures of the palace. Unless Amaterasu sends an envoy to retrieve them in person, even the Emperor cannot do so,” said the High Priestess Shimizu in an aged voice. This person was not the current Emperor, at least she had not seen the tokens.

“Your Highness, you possess extraordinary talent, a gift from heaven, and your future is limitless. Why seek these external things?”

Great-grandson squinted. He was good-looking, dressed in modern clothes, with fair skin and a heart-shaped red bamboo stone hanging on his forehead. He had an innate noble air about him.

He was born in Rome, possessed great talent, and could see evil spirits from a young age. He was valued from an early age and taught mystical knowledge. He was exceptionally intelligent, had real talent, and learned everything quickly.

Unfortunately, by the time he grew up, those old things were no longer of any use and could no longer help him.

Because the reclusive lineage lost many things.

Those antiques were indeed external objects, but to him they were priceless treasures.

In particular, there is the Yata no Kagami (Eight-Span Mirror) enshrined in the Ise Grand Shrine. According to legend, seeing this mirror is like seeing Amaterasu (the goddess of heaven). He had to take this saying seriously and wanted to gain Amaterasu's approval to establish his legitimacy.

The situation in the human world is turbulent and unpredictable. The Emperor's lineage has been a puppet and a mascot for hundreds of years. Now that the gods have returned, they still have done nothing and cannot even get involved in the human alliance, which makes him extremely angry.

He wanted to change the status quo, but he had no voice and could not fight against human forces, so he needed to rely on some timeless artifacts.

My great-grandson said, "I have heard that the divine palace has lost divine blood. I wonder if this is true or not?"

The priestess of Shimizu was filled with doubt and suspicion. They had kept this information extremely secret, and in theory, no one should know about it. In fact, even the girl from Chiba was completely unaware of it. They just didn't know why they paid special attention to Suzuka Ise. They hadn't restricted her freedom, nor had they paid any attention to the divine bloodline.

"You're from Chiba?" She was quite surprised. Only those two girls knew about this. Could they be from the lineage of the reclusive emperor?

"Chiba?" Gensun frowned slightly, but didn't show it, and smiled, "I found out by chance, so it seems this matter is true."

"So what if it is?" said the High Priest of Shimizu. This matter had already reached Amaterasu's side, and they were currently trying to salvage the situation. There was still time to atone for their sins.

"That divine blood was the means by which the God Lord descended, and you actually lost it like this? Do you not take the God Lord seriously?" the great-grandson said coldly. He had learned of this by chance and it seemed that there was room for manipulation.

This statement was full of accusation. The priestess of Shimizu's expression changed slightly. Even the emperor had to speak to her with utmost respect. Even if her great-grandson had truly inherited Amaterasu's bloodline, he had no right to act so presumptuously here.

She sensed that her great-grandson didn't seem to have come solely for the antiques.

What do you want?

The great-grandson raised his chin: "Let me take over the Divine Palace. I can explain this matter to the God Lord on your behalf and pardon your crimes." The Emperor's lineage is too useless, and the reclusive lineage is also unreliable. Only the Divine Palace has readily available resources and manpower.

"Nonsense! You have no right to speak like that." The High Priest of Shimizu was shocked and furious upon hearing this. From ancient times to the present, no one from the Emperor's lineage has ever been able to enter the Divine Palace. At most, they can be persuaded to abandon their former identities and join as believers.

My great-grandson frowned: "I am ordained by Heaven, how dare you disobey!"

As he spoke, he exuded an aura as if a god had descended, causing many bells hanging in the main hall to sway without wind, seemingly welcoming their master.

"What do you want to do!" This time, the High Priest of Qingshui believed that his great-grandson had indeed awakened the bloodline of his ancestors and did indeed have a noble aura, but this was not a reason for him to act recklessly.

"You are defying the gods!" Such a commotion in front of the main hall is something that has never happened in a thousand years.

"Someone come here!"

The priestess of Shimizu summoned the guards stationed outside the main hall. She met with her great-grandson, and the rest of the people retreated. Her personal priestess was also placed next to Suzuka Ise, but unexpectedly, this left her isolated and helpless.

Of course, she never imagined that her great-grandson would dare to be so rebellious.

“I’ve already set up a barrier here, how could you possibly call anyone?” Xuansun sighed, feeling very regretful. The reclusive lineage was all inflexible, and he hadn’t expected the Divine Palace to be the same. They simply wouldn’t listen to his commands. So he said, “Since you won’t give it to me or let me take it, I’ll take those things myself.”

"Train!" The High Priestess of Qingshui reacted extremely quickly, realizing that her great-grandson's power was definitely greater than hers. She threw out a talisman, which flew into the air and turned into ashes.

Then, a monster engulfed in flames and shaped like an ox charged out, its limbs treading the air as it rushed forward at high speed. Its sharp horns could shatter rocks and break wood, making it appear extremely fierce.

The High Priest of the Clear Water used magic to summon the incarnation of the legendary being through the laws of the underworld.

This is a monster that can send humans to hell.

May all gods swiftly come to my aid; if anyone disobeys, I will subdue Fengdu. Chapter Sixty-Seven: Amaterasu's Reincarnation

Seeing that the Grand Master of the Water Temple not only did not kneel down and chant the name of the Great God of My Grandmaster, but also dared to resist, the Great Grandmaster shook his head slightly.

He made a hand seal with his right hand, forming a profound gesture.

This is the Nine Secret Seals, which are all-powerful. When he unleashed them, they immediately exuded an aura of immovability.

The train rushed towards him, but it was like water flowing against a reef, turning into flames that scattered in all directions, without causing him any harm.

"This is the shrine. If you dare to act like this, the people outside will notice something is wrong sooner or later." The priest of Shimizu looked old, with age spots and wrinkles creeping onto his face, but at this moment he was full of vigor, staring intently at his great-grandson. The emperor and the shrine have always had a harmonious relationship, so who would dare to let him come here to cause trouble?

The shrine is dedicated to Amaterasu, but now her descendants are here to cause trouble.

"Where are your elders?" the High Priestess of Qingshui roared, ready to lodge a complaint about what kind of people they had raised.

“If you die, you will naturally see them,” the great-grandson said with a faint smile, but that smile sent chills down one’s spine.

Upon hearing this, the High Priest of Qingshui widened his eyes, pointed at his great-grandson, his finger trembling.

"Times have changed, but those old fogies still cling to outdated rules and regulations, which is quite laughable." The great-grandson laughed. He was born in this era and learned about the origins of their lineage when he was young. He was indignant and felt that the imperial lineage was an unforgivable coward who, as the royal family, was powerless to control the government.

But at that time, his supernatural powers were not manifest, and he was powerless to do anything about it. He was depressed for a long time until recently, when the gods returned and the bloodline in his body awakened, making him an extraordinary person. He was regarded as a future star by the elders of his clan. Just when he was in high spirits, they proposed that he replace the emperor, but he was directly rejected.

The reason given was that they were not orthodox and had not received the approval of Amaterasu.

But Amaterasu is already dead, and who knows when she will return? If this continues, it will be difficult for her to rise again once the human situation stabilizes.

Impatient with the situation, the great-grandson killed them all, extracted the extraordinary power from their bloodlines and incorporated it into his own, and used their souls to create several shikigami.

"Do you think you are my opponent? Surrender, or die!" Gensun's expression was relaxed and at ease. He originally thought that there should be hidden powerhouses in the shrine, after all, this is the oldest and most sacred place in Japan, but he did not expect that it was nothing special. In this thousand years forgotten by the gods, even ancient traditions with profound foundations are incomplete.

This is an unfortunate fact, but it also means that the future will be even more intense, as many new forces will emerge and replace the original ones.

He felt that the priest of the Qingshui Temple had no reason to refuse, and that with him leading the temple, it was destined to prosper in the future.

"You who betray the gods, you're dreaming!" The High Priestess of Shimizu was very firm at this moment, angrily rebuking her great-grandson. She had spent her whole life in the shrine and was now very old. She was one of the most senior people. To maintain the purity of the shrine and the faith, how could she allow outsiders to take over? Even the descendants of Amaterasu were not allowed, otherwise they would be the greatest sinners.

"Then go die." The great-grandson's face darkened. His old stubbornness was deeply ingrained and impossible to change.

"Do you think you can kill me in a short time?" The High Priestess of Qingshui took a few steps back, her hand forming a spell, trying to break through the barrier with her magic power. However, the barrier was extremely strong, and she could not break through it in a short time. This young man's magic power was beyond her imagination.

But she wasn't going to be taken for granted. This was a sacred palace; she just needed to hold out for a while until the people noticed and the predicament would resolve itself.

She quietly cast several protective spells on herself.

"boom!"

A muffled gunshot rang out, and the Priestess of Shimizu shuddered. Looking down, she saw blood gushing out.

“You…” Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

Xuan Su held a silenced gun, her expression extremely displeased: "I told you, times have changed." Low-level magic can't withstand the impact of bullets.

As he spoke, he fired several more shots, all hitting the Priestess of Clear Water. Several bloody holes quickly soaked the Priestess's clothes. She could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

The great-grandson put away his pistol, looked around, and quickly left the area, heading in one direction.

He came from a reclusive lineage and knew the layout of the divine palace, with the secret vault located behind the main hall.

He had just arrived when he heard a loud shout: "Who goes there!"

The great-grandson turned around and saw two swordsmen in plain white robes staring coldly at him. This was a forbidden area, not open to the public. No one could approach unless they were priests or high-ranking officials.