I became the Lord of the Eternal World in Tokyo.

Anyway, Erchi Da is only three and a half stars, and he hasn't even fully mastered his own power yet, so he's not in a hurry to become a ghost or god.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Uesugi Tetsu continued browsing the Special Affairs Bureau's app, where he found two paths for humans to ascend to godhood.

This is of course.

They are [Samurai: Sea of ​​Calamity] and [Onmyoji: Daowo].

The term "samurai" here is used in a general sense, referring to all humans who have reached this level, excluding Onmyoji.

Uesugi Tetsu didn't think much of it and started flipping through the pages seriously.

Samurai - Sea Raid

The Sea of ​​Calamity is a sea of ​​calamities and tribulations.

Whether the past was pure or complex, whether one had high or low talent, and whether one had many or few experiences.

None of this matters.

Because the one wielding the "knife" must have something to rely on to reach this point.

What has sustained the samurai to this moment is "calamity".

Only by crossing the sea of ​​calamities can one reach the other shore.

Uesugi Tetsuya read it word by word: ?

No, I recognize each character individually, so why can't I understand it at all when they're put together?

Why does it become a riddle about humans not speaking human language when it comes to the part about human cultivation?

What kind of calamity or tribulation is this? It's utterly absurd.

Uesugi Tetsu scratched his head, and could only helplessly continue reading.

Onmyoji: Daowo

The Four Paths and Five Elements, unorthodox methods, and the Great Yin-Yang Technique.

There are countless paths and countless techniques.

Even if one person were to spend their entire life, more than a hundred years, they would not be able to learn all of it.

Therefore, Onmyoji must find the way of "self".

To achieve self-realization through the Tao, and to extend the path of self-realization.

Uesugi Tetsu: ???

What is this? An open ending?

It seems like it will be very difficult.

Uesugi Tetsuya, who couldn't understand, didn't know what to say.

But this is such a mystery. How did Nanjo manage to break through to the level of a demon so quickly after the first wave arrived?

Perhaps there's a version in plain language that just hasn't been released yet.

Hmm, I'll ask her about it later...

Just as Uesugi Tetsu made up his mind, he felt the seed battle number plate, which he had kept at his waist and hung with the Four-Tailed Fox Jade Token, tremble and emit a little light.

As soon as he took the card in his hand, he noticed that the numbered card on Ririko's waist was also emitting light.

Not only that.

At that moment, as long as they were still within the present world, the number plates of all 128 players who had entered the Eastern Region Seeding Tournament lit up simultaneously, sending a faint pull toward the Sky City floating above the center of Tokyo.

As long as you input energy into it, you can be directly teleported to the Sky City by the astronomical Taoist formulas within.

A countdown timer also appeared on the back of the serial number plate.

6:00:00

Six hours later, the elimination rounds officially began.

No more waiting after the deadline.

"We still have six hours to spare." Uesugi Tetsuya toyed with the number plate and put away the Red Hannya Mask. "Ririko, are you ready?"

"Let's go."

So Uesugi Tetsu called for Nisha to follow, and then tossed the noisy Kaga Kiyomitsu to Ririko.

Ririko firmly caught Little Jia, who was trying to slip away, and smiled at it, saying, "From now on, I'd like to ask Little Jia to fight alongside me."

"Yes...yes, Great Demon...Ms. Ririko! I will certainly do my utmost!"

Kaga Kiyomitsu's voice was soft and sweet, like a cool, fluffy dumpling.

……

The moment the number plate lit up, a terrifying pressure emanated from the Sky City suspended above the very center of Tokyo, stretching for thousands of miles.

Across the world, dazzling beams of light illuminated the city, drawing countless eyes to Tokyo.

He accepted many disciples, and his monasteries were spread throughout the world.

The three families that have remained silent to this day.

An ancient family of Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) that has existed for hundreds or even thousands of years since the Heian period.

There are also demons lurking in the present world, taking on human forms and entering society; ghost stories hidden in the darkness of the city, circulating among word of mouth; ninja spies of the daimyo of the world; the silent watchful eyes of factory owners; the gaze of pupils floating on the pages of books...

Finally, there is the highest and deepest point of Kyoto Castle.

Before the dark curtain, a burly man with a leopard's head and piercing eyes, a katana and a short katana at his waist, leaned against a pillar and tapped the wooden post with his large knuckles.

"Hey, Sword Saint, they're saying that the Seed Battle has started outside, and they're asking if you want to watch it."

After a long silence, a hoarse voice came from behind the curtain.

"Since I have nothing to do, I might as well take a look."

The curtain that had concealed everything was slowly drawn back, revealing the young, muscular man's eyes shining as if he had seen a rare treasure, brimming with an irrepressible desire.

"If you want to kill me while you're watching, then go ahead, Miyamoto."

"Okay."

The burly man nodded happily, revealing a joyful smile that defied description.

Chapter 286 The Sword of Death of the Eldest Disciple of the Obsidian Moon Hall! Yuan Xinshui watches the battle; all 128 seats are filled, and the elimination begins!

In Sky City, the huge stadium, which can hold more than 100,000 people, was already half full.

The reason why the gods and spirits skilled in civil engineering were not asked to build the venue even larger was because if the number of people doubled, it would be difficult to manage.

"Yagyu, the card is revealed!"

In the slightly noisy environment, Tamamo suddenly stood up, staring at the number "62" on the card she was holding.

She glanced at the back of the number plate and lowered her voice.

"It will begin in six hours."

"I see."

Yagyu Chi took the number plate and walked towards seat number 62, which was already lit up among the towering, independent seats in the stadium.

A dozen seconds later, the commotion and cheers in the venue finally arrived as the lights of each seat came on, making Tamamo feel the seat beneath her tremble a few times.

Yagyu Akira couldn't hear these noises.

He simply lowered his head, walked to his seat, and then silently closed his eyes and sat down.

Liu Shengchi's spirit and energy have been polished to a pearly shine by his constant work over the past 168 hours.

Everything hinges on the moment the sword is drawn.

Beside Tamamo, Chisa, who had been silent for a long time so as not to disturb Yagyu Akatsuki, was blinking her big eyes and taking pictures from all angles with a large, dark, brick-like phone.

To record the beautiful moments of life, I'll share them with my former classmates.

—It wasn't until a few days ago, when Chisa received her work phone from Nanjo Manami, that she learned from Tamamo that most of her former classmates actually had cell phones.

However, out of consideration for her feelings, her classmates never showed off in front of her.

Click.

After filming the 30-second video, Chisa sent it to the LINE group and added the caption "[Too many people, it's a bit noisy]" while standing in the VIP seat with the best view.

"Young benefactor, is this seat taken?"

"no one."

Chisa's attention was drawn to the conversation between her sister and the stranger.

She blinked and saw a little monk with red lips and white teeth, who was half a head taller than her, and a "giant" wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses sitting next to Tamamo.

It was Hozoin Inari, who had said he was coming to watch the game yesterday, and Okabe Motonobu, whom he had met on the way.

After sitting down, Motonobu Okabe remained motionless and silent, only trying his best to conceal his aura and secretly observing his surroundings through his sunglasses.

At first glance, it looks exactly like a passerby who just happened to walk into this row.

The young monk Yinli didn't have so many worries. He crossed his legs and fiddled with his phone, which he had just gotten, taking two pictures of the surrounding area, not knowing who he would send them to.

Tamamo asked with some surprise, "You're such a young monk, you don't even know how to use a cell phone, and you came here all by yourself. Won't you encounter any danger or get lost?"

She paused, her expression somewhat suspicious.

"Could it be that he secretly ran away from the temple without the elders' knowledge?"

Hozoin Inari put down his phone, looked Tamamo over, and then said with a rising tone, "Aren't you one too?"

"Besides... you two elementary school students are probably not even older than me."

"Huh? We're not elementary school students!" Tamamo exclaimed in a hurry, blurting out her Kansai dialect.

She patted her chest loudly and took out an ordinary-looking ID: "Little monk, look carefully, I'm a real adult! A reliable Special Affairs Officer!"

Now it was Takarazuka Inari's turn to be surprised. He cupped his hands in greeting.

"It turns out that the young benefactor is just malnourished and his height is rather short. My apologies."

Tamamo (slightly reddish): ...

She was about to say something when the phone on the young monk Yinli's lap vibrated. He picked it up, looked at it, stood up, waved towards the distance, and shouted.

"Senior Brother Yuanzheng—over here!"

Brother Yuanzheng... Yuanzheng?

Just as Tamamo was about to turn red, she paused, feeling that the Buddhist name sounded somewhat familiar.

Therefore, after calming down, she quickly retrieved the information in her mind... The Enshō she had heard of was of course Hozoin Enshō!

Tamamo squinted and, after examining Yinli's robe for a while, confirmed something.

—Is this little monk also a monk from the Hozoin Temple?

When the bald, burly man with the Buddhist name Yuanzheng approached, sweating profusely and carrying popcorn, Tamamo's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints as if she had just remembered something.

The VIP seats in Castle in the Sky, Hozoin, Ensei, a young monk about the same age as Chisa...

To verify her startling conjecture, Tamamo pondered for a long time, but finally couldn't help but slowly ask the smiling little monk who had just sat down, "..."

"You are... the 'divinely gifted treasure' of the Hozoin school, the one who was said to have been born with a profound understanding of the truths of martial arts... Hozoin Inori?"

The moment she uttered the last five words, Tamamo suddenly felt her whole body stiffen, as if she had awakened some kind of extremely terrifying monster.

Hozoin Inri, who had his back to her, slowly turned around.

"So that's how everyone outside addresses this humble monk."

The young monk still had a wide smile on his face, but his tone sent a chill down one's spine.

He stretched out his hand, like some surging, twisting monster opening its deep, gaping maw towards Tamamo.

"Nice to meet you, I am Hozoin Inari."

Tamamo didn't reply because she couldn't move a single finger.

At that moment, Chisa pulled Tamamo back to her side, followed by a childish, angry voice.