60% of the purchase ratio was not enough.

Dense cracks appeared on the barrier,

It was like a broken mirror image.

As for the small world inside the barrier, there was also a huge commotion.

The entire world trembled three times in an unstable manner.

But even so, this was the barrier that Shi Zheng relied on the most.

Therefore..,

Under the initial test of the Fu Mourning God, although there were faint signs of collapse, it still tenaciously held on at the last moment.

"Oh?"

Jin Jian's golden eyes, which were originally slightly tired, focused.

His raised tone carried a hint of interest, "Interesting."

His gaze scanned the barrier. Then, he opened his eyes.

It landed somewhere at the bottom right of the barrier..,

That was the most vulnerable..,

The dimmest and easiest to conquer.

Now, he only needed to knock it lightly..,

This fatal weakness was enough to make the entire barrier fall apart.

However..

Jinjian's attention did not stop here,

His gaze turned,

His gaze shifted to the top of the barrier..,

That was the place where the power was the most abundant, the strongest, the most dazzling, and the most core.

"... it's here."

He rather willfully gave up the weakness that was at his fingertips,

The tip of the Odachi's sword pointed straight at the most challenging position.

And then..

"Boom!"

This second sword..,

Was the fragmentation of the barrier,

The collapse of the sun.

It was still easier than expected.

Jinjian sheathed his sword,

His golden eyes returned to their initial calmness.

Then..,

He stepped on the wreckage of the barrier and slowly walked into the interior of the house of ten thousand.

The moment he entered the house of ten thousand, Jinjian sensed several unusual auras..,

Some were strong, some were weak, pure and clear, and there was a sense of familiarity in the strangeness.

Most importantly..

Jinjian narrowed his eyes slightly. He was keenly aware that although there were hundreds of people coming.

But specifically speaking, there seemed to be only five types.

This strange feeling reminded him of the mass-produced assembly line and the same clone in the petri dish.

"In that case.."

Jinjian looked at the Fallen Fu Mourning God behind him. His eyes flickered as he said, "One of the auras is very similar to yours."

— — It wasn't just similar. If they hadn't been dyed black, the two of them would have had the same sense of existence.

This conjecture was easily confirmed when Jinjian saw several "Sanchū Sōjin" gradually appearing in his field of vision.

The originally empty surroundings were suddenly filled with a large group of Fu Mourning God.

Just a moment ago, this group of Fu Mourning God was running towards them at a speed that exceeded their limits.

However, when they really got close to the silver-haired, golden-eyed odachi, they couldn't help but stop. They maintained a distance that was neither too far nor too close as they silently watched.

They stared at the odachi not far away, as if they were trying to capture an afterimage and protect a mirror image.

Every time she raised her eyes and approached him, there was a pale hope and an extreme desire.

"Ahhh... Is this a wandering dream, or a delusion that deceives myself..."

Ishikaga Maru murmured unconsciously, and his eyes appeared to be in a trance for a moment, "I actually saw it... I saw it..."

The unspoken address was like a taboo, struggling to break in his trembling voice.

Perhaps it was because he had been standing for too long, but Ishikaga Maru felt his legs go numb, and he couldn't help but stumble closer to the man.

However, before he could take a step, a small figure shot out from the crowd like a cannonball, and then rushed straight to the odachi.

It was a child-like Shortsword. His long silver hair was tied up, and the ends of his hair hung softly on the side of his neck.

He blinked his bright red eyes, and his tone was filled with unconcealable excitement, "Hey, hey, is it you... Are you Ōjin Ken?"

Shortsword paused after he finished speaking. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly lowered his head in a panic, carefully tidied up the messy corners of his robe, and flicked away the nonexistent dust on his shoulder armor.

Then, he raised his head again, and like a soldier being inspected, he said excitedly with what he thought was his best appearance, "You haven't seen me yet, right? I'm Little Jinjian, ah, you can call me Xiaotiangou!"

"Tengu?"

Keenly capturing the familiar word, the odachi, who had been neither cold nor hot, finally raised his eyes and said with an unclear meaning.

"Hey!"

The little odachi seemed to have received a huge encouragement in an instant.

He took another step forward, and his high canines knocked on the ground, making a clear and crisp sound, "All along, all along... I've wanted to see you no matter what!"

Jinjian listened to Shortsword's words, and his eyes quickly swept around.

Many identical odachi had gathered around, but they seemed to have tacitly agreed that the odachi in front of them was the representative.

Therefore, even Xiaotiangou, who had always liked to chatter, tried to stand quietly on the side, looking like they wanted to go forward but were holding back.

Shortsword looked like he wanted to say something more, but because he was too emotional, he couldn't find the right words for a while.

The little child stared at the odachi stutteringly, and his face was red with anxiety.

Then, soon, another loud voice directly interrupted, "Hahahaha, Onii-sama!

It really is Onii-sama! "

Rock Melting leaned forward with his odachi, and the prayer beads wrapped around his neck clinked together. His every move was bold and decisive, "Brother, you really made Rock Melting wait for a long time!

Since the battle with you, Rock Melting hasn't had a good fight in a long time. "

"To be able to meet again, Rock Melting is happy!"

Unlike the other brothers who were relatively restrained and reserved, Shortsword didn't hide his excitement, fighting spirit, enthusiasm, and ecstasy.

Clear and bright laughter reverberated in this area, and it actually dispelled the restrained atmosphere, causing the scene to suddenly become lively.

Sanchū Sōjin, who had been silent all this time, slowly walked in.

His posture was elegant and calm, so perfect that no one could find fault with it.

It was as if the first time he saw the Odachi, he stumbled uncontrollably, but it was just an illusion.

However, the unusually bright eyes under the eyelashes revealed a corner of the turbulent undercurrent, letting people know that the Five Swords of the World with high divinity were far from being as calm as they seemed on the surface.

Sanchū naturally saw the Fu Mourning God behind Jinjian, and also saw the prominent bone horn on his head.

However, facing the dark version of himself, he had no intention of loyally drawing his odachi. Instead, he sighed regretfully and disappointedly, "Sigh, what a pity, I'm actually not the first odachi you met."

— Is this the only thing you care about?!

The few Divine Inquisitors who were watching with their lives on the line choked and fell to the ground.

Jinjian listened coldly. He ignored the increasing number of Divine Inquisitors and the approaching Shikigami and asked, "Your name?"

Sanchū Sōjin was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his eyes. It was unknown whether he was happy or sad, but he chuckled lightly, "So that's how it is, you're my older brother at this point in time … You're really the first in all kinds of meanings — another 'me' …"

— Well, even an old grandpa who has lived for a long time would occasionally be jealous … Even though we're all clones, we have the privilege of meeting each other earlier than the original …

"Sanchū Sōjin, my name is Sanchū Sōjin."

The Most Beautiful Sword in the World answered with unprecedented gentleness and obedience. She nodded and swayed her golden tassel.

"… Komusubi!"

Reina Akimoto finally caught up to her own Fu Mourning God. Even though there were many other Komusubi here, the contract between the Divine Inquisitors and the Fu Mourning God was enough for her to easily recognize her own odachi.

Reina Akimoto carefully avoided the other Fu Mourning God and arrived next to the Komusubi.

However, the Komusubi's attention was obviously not on her, so he didn't immediately respond.

Qiuyuan Linnai wasn't an unreasonable person. The strange atmosphere at the scene was enough to make her realize that things weren't ordinary.

Even so, she still felt that she had to, slightly!

Slightly!

Just a reminder —

"Cough, this … Komusubi, the other party is carrying a Fu Mourning God, isn't it a little inappropriate for us to be like this?"

Even if it's just a little bit, please cover it up a little … Shi Zheng would probably explode if they were to be so brazenly friendly with someone who seemed to be an enemy!

Perhaps Reina Akimoto's words finally had some effect, the Komusubi looked out of the corner of his eyes and smiled as usual —

"You're mistaken, there's no Fu Mourning God here."

Reina Akimoto blinked her eyes and then struggled to raise her hand, "But …"

Big brother, it's so obvious that you're lying through your teeth!

However, before she could finish her sentence, the rest of the Gods of Death in the surrounding area had already turned to look at her.

Ishikaga Maru: "Lord God Inquisitor, you're mistaken."

Xiaotiangou: "Where's the Fu Mourning God? Oh, I can't see it, I can't see it!"

Rock Melting: "Hahahaha, it's not good to cause trouble for Lord Brother."

Sanchū Sōjin: "Eh, I don't like that guy, but since it's related to Lord Brother … Hahaha, this old man's eyesight isn't very good, he can't see the Fu Mourning God."

Reina Akimoto: "…"

Was this the collective protection of the three big shots?!!!

More and more God Inquisitors chased after their Fu Mourning God from all directions.

Then they quickly realized that today was probably the day of the family meeting that the three big shots had agreed on.

Those Ouhuang knives, which were usually hard to see, were now being sold all over the place as if they were free.

This was already shocking enough.

But soon, more and more Divine Inquisitors noticed an even more shocking fact.

There was a silver-haired, golden-eyed odachi standing in the middle of the crowd.

That was the Fu Mourning God that had never been seen before. It was definitely rare and powerful!

The God Inquisitors were suddenly very excited. Their emotions were no less fiery than the swords around them.

However, before they could step forward one by one to show their faces or make their presence known, they were interrupted by the odachi's movement —

"Clang!"

The odachi's bottom fell heavily on the ground. Jinjian lifted his foot and stepped over the cracks on the ground, slowly loosening his fingers.

Then, he coldly raised the corner of his lips and actually smiled —

"You've been talking for so long, my patience has officially run out.

So now — "

"It's my turn."

Haruaki Abe was silent for a moment, then slowly replied, "For a demon, it's probably a natural partner, a destined friend, a perfect fit, a perfect soul … In short, it's a very important existence."

It was more than important. This kind of bond that surpassed friendship, love, and family was enough to feel the weight of it even if one had not experienced it personally.

Haruaki Abe closed his fan and tapped his palm intermittently. He felt a headache that he had not felt for a long time —

Ah, if that's really the case, it's really not convenient for me to intervene … Fighting with Daitengu for half a body?

Wouldn't Kyoto be destroyed again? (Eh, why did he say "again"?)

More importantly, for every Daemon, a half-body Daemon was absolutely unique and extremely difficult to encounter.

At the very least, from what Abe Seimei knew, most of the demon beasts were unable to find their lower body even after spending their entire lives searching for it. The Daitengu in front of him was the first one he met, so it was impossible for him to give up or change his body.

Thinking of this … Haruaki Abe kind of wanted to go home.

On the other side, Daitengu completely ignored everyone else. His attention was now all on the newly born Fu Mourning God.

"Jinjian …"

The black-winged youth who had grown into a legendary great demon softly muttered this name.

His cold eyes that were condensed all day long had unknowingly softened into a pool of spring water, tainted with bone-chilling gentleness, "I finally … found you …"