In Tokyo, I draw cards and become a big demon

Just as he was trying to find out who had made this stupid move, he saw a huge barrier with a circulating pentagram rising from the ground, making the endless crowd fall silent.

"—As you can see, this world is no longer the same as it was before."

Nanjo Aimi's words traveled seamlessly through the barrier, reaching everyone's ears at lightning speed: "Disaster, monsters, a vision gradually changing colors, the sound of waves everywhere. I believe everyone must be wondering the same thing right now."

"--what happened?"

Without any hesitation, Nanjo Aimi performed a magic spell.

The practice of the spirit control technique, which had reached perfection, caused the spiritual energy within a radius of one kilometer to gather in an instant, forming eight huge, shining characters that stretched for dozens of meters in the dim sky.

——Floating in the world——

——The world is revived——

This scene, which was beyond the common sense of any ordinary person, made the originally quiet crowd boil again.

But this time was different from before. There was no panic or anxiety, but shock that human beings could actually do such a thing.

Many people were looking for LED lights or projections that were hidden by special means, but they found nothing.

"As you can all see, the rising world brought with it countless terrifying demons, bringing unforgettable pain to the Arakawa District."

"But at the same time, the revival of heaven and earth will bring more than just demons."

Nanjo Aimi waved her hand, causing the eight characters in the sky to dissipate. The violent spiritual power swept around, tearing apart the gloomy sky, but when it was about to approach the crowd, it turned into a breeze that lifted everyone's spirits.

"Please look up."

People looked up and saw.

In the east, dead demons piled up like mountains, and above them was a barrier that shone like stars.

In the south, a huge nine-tailed fox shadow stood on top of a reinforced concrete building, smiling and nodding at them.

In the west, amidst the boundless ruins, Onmyojis and Shikigami wearing the uniforms of the Special Affairs Bureau stood together, attracting the gazes of countless people.

Finally, there is Kita, Nanjo Aimi.

As everyone watched, she slowly flew into the air, causing the crowd to exclaim once again: "The ordinary world rises, and a wave arrives—bringing not only demons and destruction, but also hope, extraordinary popularization, and brand-new possibilities."

Nanjo Aimi took a deep breath, and with the arrival of another wave, she gently broke through the barrier that stood in front of the "Four Stars, Demons and Gods".

There was no dramatic breakthrough, but rather it seemed to be a natural process, happening as expected.

"In the future, perhaps each of you can become a contracted Shikigami, an Onmyoji who controls the five elements, and can do the same things as me. It's no big deal."

Anyone who could hear Nanjo Aimi's voice would involuntarily look up, and their gaze would be fixed on the figure in the air.

It's not because of the so-called beauty, aura, or some other characteristics that I'm attracted to, but I'm just inexplicably attracted to her for some reason.

"After listening to my one-sided story, perhaps everyone still has doubts in their hearts, thinking, 'What does this have to do with me who only earns a small salary every month?' So—"

Nanjo Aimi clapped her hands, and Ririko, who had been waiting for a long time, dragged up one by one, seven well-dressed bigwigs who were tied up and usually only seen on TV.

The greasy-faced old man who was sitting in the office not long ago and was told that "everything is fine" was now just twisting his body and whimpering.

The crowd was in a commotion again, and everyone was saying things like "What are you doing?" and "I know so-and-so."

"They are the culprits who caused such great unrest in Arakawa District."

Nanjo Aimi coldly and briefly introduced to the crowd the behavior of these seven people who abandoned the Arakawa District at the first moment, which aroused the crowd's excitement.

"But what good will that do?"

Someone in the crowd suddenly spoke up: "Even if I bow and apologize, resign and step down, I can't bring back my wife and daughter who died because of this."

Nanjo Aimi lowered her eyes and swung her knife without hesitation.

The dull roars of the big men came to an abrupt halt, and rain and blood splashed on the stone floor and flowed casually into the sewer.

The surrounding cameras had been waiting for a long time, flashing and recording this moment faithfully.

The prelude to a new era has been frozen from now on.

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Chapter 111: My New Era

2024, March 5, rain.

It's raining heavily.

Raindrops as big as beans hit the window frame and burst out, and star-shaped drops fell into the edge of Uesugi Che's pupils, making him suddenly come back to his senses.

He lowered his head and withdrew his gaze from the silent crowd and the bloodstains that had been diluted to the point of being almost invisible, then raised his head and looked into the clouds of rolling lightning.

Once upon a time, it was just an ordinary natural phenomenon.

But things are different now.

Each surging thunder dragon wantonly released the spiritual energy from the other side of the world.

The wave has not diminished with the passage of time, but has grown larger and larger, penetrating into the world through every natural phenomenon.

Boom——

The deafening thunderstorms rang out one after another, causing the crowd to begin to commotion, but the next moment, a huge barrier dotted with stars rose up, giving everyone an incomparable sense of security.

But even so, people couldn't help but look up, as if they saw a wave rolling back from the sky.

Just like ordinary people unable to suppress their curiosity, at this moment, no matter whether in this world or the eternal world, no matter where they are or what they are doing, as long as they know the coming wave of forces and existences, at this moment, they all raised their heads at the same time -

Tokyo Skytree, 634 meters to the top.

Thunderclouds surged, and the violent tide of spiritual power extended its tiny tentacles slightly towards this height closer to the sky, which could easily tear apart most of the demons and onmyojis who were overconfident.

In the pitch-black clouds, four figures in plain robes stood side by side.

The lightning that could even destroy ordinary ghosts and gods seemed to fall into a long and slow straight road when it came to their side, and then turned into a winding and docile little lightning snake under the entanglement of fingers.

"Visitors from the past, resurrected ghost stories, and forces with ill intentions."

The clear voice spread like a wide-area sound wave, causing all the confused, at a loss, excited, and relieved non-humans to stop in confusion.

"Please remember this."

The next moment, the youngest and tallest man among the four raised five fingers.

Flip.

Beyond the horizon, the inverted pentagram rose from a height of 634 meters. The moment they raised their heads, all the thunderstorms, all the dark clouds, and all the darkness were cleared from their sight.

The sunlight that illuminated the earth shone down again, causing all conscious non-human beings to feel the same coldness at the same time.

——Kyoto, Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine, the flags of the Onmyoji Ryo are flying.

The homeless were thrown down from the sky by the waves, as dense as raindrops.

Even if batches of them died on the way due to various reasons, the number of people about to land would still terrify any Onmyoji.

However, the interconnected streets of Kyoto are deserted. Not to mention Onmyoji and Shikigami, even an ordinary person cannot be found.

The homeless people who were preparing to build a new home had no time to feel happy about their good luck. The moment they landed on the ground, they let out miserable and sharp howls and turned into a handful of ashes.

Because every building, every landscape, even every street and stone steps, are engraved with winding and complex ancient Yin-Yang spells.

These Yin-Yang rituals that have been passed down for ages have not lost their effectiveness despite careful maintenance.

The gate of Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine was wide open, and the military formation was strict. Small shikigami wearing fox masks and waving fox tails led the monks in different clothes out one after another.

Half an hour later, peace in Kyoto returned to normal.

——Aichi Prefecture, ancient Owari, Tokugawa family.

Fine raindrops fell, dispersing the demon blood that had accumulated at the threshold of the Tokugawa family's house.

At the door, a young man and a young woman in spotless Taoist robes sheathed their swords and walked calmly to the smiling old man who was sitting not far behind, drinking tea under an umbrella. They said in unison,

"Grandfather, the demon has been exorcised."

The old man brewed some tea, stretched out his skinny arm to pick up the teapot, and filled the two empty cups: "Come, Long Er, Xingzi, sit down and have some tea."

"Yes."

The two of them sat on the ground in the rain, holding up the teacups with their hands. Their originally pristine white robes quickly changed color.

The old man leaned back in his rocking chair and spoke slowly, "I heard from Haruhiko that Lilizi seems to have grasped the key to Kenshin. She's one of the best among your younger generation... It's time to bring her back."

"Little sister?!"

Tokugawa Xing, who had a ponytail, showed a surprised expression and almost jumped up: "I told you that my efforts would not be in vain!"

But Tokugawa Ryuji, who was sitting on the other side, calmly closed his eyes and said silently: "Why don't you understand the principle of keeping a hidden dragon in its place..."

He sighed in his heart, raised his head, and drank the boiling hot tea.

"Little sister, now that things have come to this, there's nothing I can do."

——In ordinary times, beside the magnificent and solemn palace, there is silence and no one around.

Katsumi changed his usual attire, taking off the God of Wealth hat and the merchant's attire with the Ukiyo-e folding fan, and wore a solemn black robe and purple skirt, a tall crown on his head, white pens in his ears, and a writing knife on his waist.

He walked alone along the long and silent imperial road paved with bluestone, and came to the young man standing outside the palace. He bowed respectfully,

"Your Highness."

The young man who had raised his head withdrew his gaze and gave him a warm smile: "It's been a long time since we last met, Guanglong. How have you been lately?"

"As you have trusted, I have disguised myself as Prince Shotoku and delivered several children on your behalf."

Sheng Hai bowed slightly, paused, and then carefully considered his words before continuing, "Your humble servant...maybe you've found a hidden dragon in the pond."

"Oh?"

The young man showed a curious expression. "Tell me in detail, so I can hear who is this person whom you, Guanglong, call a hidden dragon in this golden age?"

——Besides this, there are too many.

In the deep darkness, eight chairs and seven figures were arranged around a round table, and countless images of the ordinary and present worlds flickered like stars on it.

In the deepest part of the vast Mount Oe, thousands of ghosts come to pay homage. The gorgeous Shuten-doji casually throws the wine bowl, and raises his hand the moment it breaks, causing countless ghosts and monsters to roar excitedly through the sky.

On the ancient battlefield, the daimyos of the Warring States period all raised their flags and stopped fighting at the same time, looking for new opportunities for conquest amid the heavy footsteps of the cavalry.

Surrounded by the twelve crowns, the emperor with a tall crown on his head quietly stroked the sheepskin map with most of the world painted on it, with a smile on his lips, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In the desolate wilderness, the solitary Zashiki-warashi walks in the center of a wave, trudging along with great difficulty, even at the risk of being crushed to pieces at any moment, in order to obtain the rare object in the center of the wave.

Ancient Taoist temples that had once been closed to the public reopened their doors, families that had been silent for hundreds of years or even longer cleared the trees leading to the city, and those ancient people who had been sealed away by the Great Yin-Yang Technique during an era of spiritual loss were gradually awakening.

Finally—it’s the Special Affairs Office of Arakawa Ward, Tokyo.

After dragging the headless corpses away and disposing of them in public, Lilizi stood in the shadow of an empty place and casually wiped away the liquid on her forehead that she didn't know whether it was rain, blood or sweat.

She gently exhaled a very narrow and long, yet barely detectable, sword of air, raised her head and closed her eyes, letting the cool sunlight spread across her face.

resonance.

Lilizi could clearly feel that this world was resonating with her, and was eager to instill the truth called "sword" into her consciousness and soul.

This is what is called "sudden enlightenment" and "blessing in the heart" in ancient books.

"This is not okay."

The girl shook her head, and the sword heart rose like the brilliant sun, reaching the same frequency as the vast world, and the two of them hung in the same position in the surging waves.

After the infusion of the vast sword principles failed, he did not try again, but just waited quietly.

Lilizi said in a calm but unquestionable voice: "That's right."

"What I want, I will come and get it myself."

She slowly stretched out her five fingers and took the initiative to grab the air in front of her: "Let me see what you wrote here."

Different from the sword theory that was forcefully instilled into her mind, Lilizi took the initiative to plunge into it, observing and browsing it, occasionally exclaiming with joy, and shaking her head and sighing.

Take a panoramic view of the ocean of sword theory and summarize the strengths of all schools to make them your own.

After a short while, Lilizi opened her eyes again and breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the legendary communication between heaven and man. It's truly a feast for the eyes."

The sword moves with slight flaws became more exquisite and flawless, and the already sharp secrets and postures became so sharp that ordinary people could not resist them.