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"Is it really mine now?" Xu Yi looked at the magatama in his hand, about the size of a fist, and scratched his head, feeling an intense sense of unreality.

The magatama was heavy in his hand and bore a slight heat. The Thunder Beast that had been roaring within was now gone. If he hadn't previously witnessed the immense power of the Yasakani no Magatama, he would have thought it was just an ordinary piece of jade.

The Yasakani no Magatama had been found on the body of an Onmyoji, who was undoubtedly the "traitor."

"Humans really are a species that loves to fight among themselves!" Xu Yi couldn't help but sigh.

Whether the "traitor" lashed out due to past grudges or simply wanted to seize the Yasakani no Magatama was now impossible to discern.

But the outcome was tragic: the Great Onmyoji lay dead beside the Torii, and although the traitor had taken the Yasakani no Magatama, he didn't manage to escape from Kayako's grasp.

After studying the Yasakani no Magatama, Xu Yi came to a very disheartening conclusion.

He was unable to use the Yasakani no Magatama.

This Mythic Level Exorcism Holy Relic was peculiar, seemingly requiring a certain special bloodline to activate. The Yasakani no Magatama even rejected his demigod blood.

In the fragmented memories of Ando Mei, there was mention of Japan's Three Sacred Treasures, which could only be wielded by someone with the "Imperial bloodline."

Xu Yi glanced at the corpse lying on the ground.

The traitor's goal must have been to take the Yasakani no Magatama and with the power of the Holy Artifact, leave Japan and be free as a bird.

Clearly, he wasn't aware of the bloodline issue, or he might not have resorted to murder.

Xu Yi gleefully pocketed the Yasakani no Magatama.

Who wouldn't love a Mythic Level Exorcism Holy Relic obtained for free?

Moreover, who says that a Holy Artifact must be used for combat? Couldn't it have other uses? An outrageous idea was forming in his mind.

Mount Fuji is located on the outskirts of Tokyo, a stratovolcano straddling Shizuoka Prefecture and Yamanashi Prefecture. Xu Yi had to traverse almost half of Tokyo to reach it.

But he was not alone; along the way, there were a great number of "fellow travelers."

Kayako's dense offspring began to move throughout the city, their direction aligning with Xu Yi's, all heading towards Mount Fuji.

Xu Yi was not surprised by this. The sinister organization had expended so much effort to spawn Kayako, surely not just to destroy Japan; they must have other objectives.

Suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky, a persistent drizzle. Xu Yi instinctively drew his clothes tighter around him, but it was futile.

The rain was blood-red, icy, and bone-chilling.

The blood clouds overhead spread, previously allowing glimpses of sky, but now that was gone, as if the entire world was enveloped in blood.

A multitude of black cats appeared on the streets, Kayako's favorite cats before her death. Takeshi, a naked, pale boy, chased after the black cats, clutching a blood-red eyeball in his hand.

From the houses along the road, came the sound of knives chopping bones. In each room, a man was being dismembered, the same man who had killed Kayako through domestic violence, Saeki Takeo.

Under Kayako's immense grudge, reality had been warped; the Land of Fear was starting to reveal its true power.

A tingling sensation appeared on Xu Yi's skin. He took a deep breath and silently quickened his pace.

The grudge was too intense; it even began to affect his demigod body.
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Xu Yi reached Mount Fuji, where a group of Onmyoji appeared at the base of the mountain, led by two Great Onmyoji in pure white hunting garb.

He slowly exhaled, relieved to see living people at last. Walking alone through the city of Tokyo was simply suffocating.

"What is that?" Xu Yi looked up at Mount Fuji, his expression changing subtly.

A blood-red colossal gate stood midway up the side of Mount Fuji, carved with unknown creatures: the heads of crows, human bodies, and countless pale skeletal hands extending from the backs of the creatures, conveying an ominous feeling.

Members of the sinister organization surrounded the gate, arms spread wide, chanting indecipherable spells, their faces filled with zeal.

The Onmyoji could not attack them, as a complex Array inscribed on the ground was protecting them. The Onmyoji were attempting to break through it.

In front of this colossal gate, Kayako's incarnations became unusually "quiet." They neither attacked the organization's members nor the Onmyoji, but instead crawled directly towards the gate.

The Array surrounding the enormous gate did not stop them, they charged toward the gate, and a strange scene occurred, the instant they touched the gate, their bodies instantly dissipated.

More and more Kayako surged towards the gate like moths plunging into magma, each one melting away to nothing.

Thick, viscous blood gushed from between the doors, which slowly began to open.

Xu Yi's brow furrowed, the organization was using the Kayako to ram the gate, trying to open it this way.

He remembered the incident with the Evil God of the Ram, could Fick's aim have also been to use the power of the Evil God of the Ram to open this gate?

Extreme terror and ominous aura seeped out from the crack of the door, sending chills down Xu Yi's spine. He felt a presence more horrifying than the Evil Deity, and not just one!

Among all the people in the organization, one seemed out of place.

He was not taking part in chanting the rituals, nor did his face bear the fervent anticipation of almost attained success, instead, he watched everything with cold detachment.

The man wore a skull mask and was shrouded in a black robe, holding a scythe that shimmered with a sinister red glow in his hand.

The gap in the gate grew wider, and Skull Face took out a black and gold stone from within his bosom.

Hidden in the shadows, Xu Yi immediately perked up, locking his gaze onto the object in the other's hand—there was no mistake, it was the Sin Remains.

Not the size of a fingernail, but the size of a fist.

This size was sufficient to meet the minimum requirements of the "Source of Woe"!

Xu Yi's eyes were ablaze, yet he did not rush out immediately, opting to continue observing the situation.

The ritual was clearly reaching a critical juncture, and Xu Yi did not believe the Onmyoji of Japan could hold their patience much longer.

The two Great Onmyoji repeatedly looked back towards Tokyo with furrowed brows and anxious expressions.

What exactly had happened over there?

Logically, even if the plan failed, they should have been able to use the power of the Yasakani no Magatama to break out and rendezvous with them.

Why had they still not been seen?

No matter how hard they thought, they could never have imagined that the Great Onmyoji had not fallen to the Kayako, but to the treachery of one of their own.

The ominous aura grew increasingly intense; the two Great Onmyoji exchanged glances, deciding not to wait any longer—one of them produced a paper doll made from spell paper.

He casually threw the paper doll into the air, from which a thick purple mist burst forth; as the purple haze dispersed, a creature of strange appearance materialized before them.

With a crimson face, a tall and long red nose, holding a feather fan, the creature was tall with black wings growing from its back.

Xu Yi recognized it, it was the Shikigami known as "Daitengu."

The Daitengu rushed towards the Formation, waving the feather fan in its hand to conjure a black, bizarre wind. The other Onmyoji also exerted their strength, and the Array shattered with a crisp crackling sound.

"Attack!" The Onmyoji, who had been suppressing their rage for too long, finally had the chance to vent their anger. They charged towards the people of the organization with roars.

These Onmyoji were elite, and their numbers were several times that of the organization; Skull Face seemed to sense the unfavorable situation, abandoning his subordinates and fleeing towards the peak.

As more and more Kayako were annihilated, the enormous gate finally opened a crack wide enough for one person to pass through.

Black ash suddenly sprayed from within the gap, causing Xu Yi's expression to shift; he felt intense radiation from the ash, no less potent than that of a Crystal Stone.

The Onmyoji that lunged forward were no different than if they had collided head-on with a Doomsday Blade; their flesh and bones dissolved together in the ash.

"How ruthless!" Xu Yi couldn't help but exclaim.

Only Skull Face avoided the ash; he clearly knew in advance what would happen once the door opened but did not warn the members of the organization, instead using them as bait.

Xu Yi secretly rejoiced that he didn't act impulsively to take the lead; otherwise, it would have been him facing the terrifying ash.

Even with confidence in his own body, he didn't want to touch such a thing.

The black ash continued to spew forth while the gate kept opening wider. Xu Yi's face grew more and more grave; he sensed that something horrifying was rapidly approaching from behind the gate, and there was more than one.