Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

At this moment, Abe Seiyo held a paper talisman in his hand. This was the Shikigami that the great Abe no Seimei had left for his family, and holding it filled Abe Seiyo with confidence.

Upon seeing this, the Army Marshal, the Air Force Marshal, and others seemed to realize something. "Kill him!" they roared ecstatically. "How dare he cause such a commotion in Fusang! He needs to learn that Fusang is not to be dishonored!"

"Those who dishonor Fusang shall die!"

"Kill!"

Because of Wu Tian, they had been condemned by the public and had long since harbored a deep resentment towards him.

Seeing this, Wu Tian smirked. "Do you really think your Shikigami is the best in the world?"

His question made many of the Fusang soldiers pause. Why couldn’t the Shikigami left by the great Abe no Seimei be the best in the world?

Abe Seiyo smiled confidently. "Among all Shikigami, this one is the best in the world. Even Ghost Piercer would have to bow down before it. Wu Tian, our statuses are now equal. Don’t think for a second that you’re a cut above me or have the upper hand!"

With that, he threw the paper talisman. The true form of the Shikigami left by Abe no Seimei was revealed. Amidst a swirling black mist, a massive creature appeared, its sixteen blood-red eyes blinking open. An instant chill ran down everyone’s spines. Gradually, its entire body was exposed to the world: an enormous serpent with eight heads.

The people of Fusang couldn’t help but exclaim, "Yamata no Orochi?"

Legend described Yamata no Orochi as having eight heads and eight tails, with eyes as red as winter cherries. Its back was covered in moss and trees, its belly festered and oozed blood, and eight-colored storm clouds constantly swirled above its heads. Its body was as vast as eight mountain peaks and eight valleys. The creature before them was an exact match for the legends, its mere presence bearing down on everyone with immense pressure.

Abe Seiyo laughed. "Martial Emperor of the Dragon Country, what do you say now? Is my Shikigami not the greatest of them all?"

The reporters and surrounding military officers swallowed hard. If Yamata no Orochi isn’t the number one Shikigami, who is?

"That was true in the past," Wu Tian said, nodding in response to Abe Seiyo’s taunt. "It *was* the greatest. But not anymore."

With a wave of his hand, three powerful Shikigami appeared at once: Shuten-doji, the Nine-Tailed Tamamo-no-Mae, and the Great Tengu.

Their gazes turned solemn as they looked upon Yamata no Orochi. They were all top-tier Shikigami, but the gap between them and the great serpent was immense.

"Are you trying to say that Shuten-doji, Nine-Tailed Tamamo-no-Mae, and the Great Tengu are the greatest Shikigami?" Abe Seiyo laughed as if he’d just been told the sun would rise in the west tomorrow. "Stop joking, will you?"

A sinister cackle escaped Yamata no Orochi as it fixed its cold gaze on Wu Tian. "Insolent whelp. You have not witnessed my power, yet you think these three weaklings can rival me? What a joke! PTUI!"

A large glob of saliva shot toward Shuten-doji, Nine-Tailed Tamamo-no-Mae, and the Great Tengu. The trio dodged it swiftly, their expressions filled with rage. They were all Shikigami, yet Yamata no Orochi showed them nothing but utter disdain. Spitting, whether between humans or Shikigami, was a grave insult.

Abe Seiyo grinned. If it weren’t for the outsiders and reporters filming live, his face would have twisted into a maniacal smirk. My Shikigami is the best in the world! And Wu Tian dares to say otherwise? Isn’t he just making a fool of himself?

However, Wu Tian suddenly made a gesture. He formed a sword-finger with his right hand and sliced open his left pinky. With a flick of his left hand, three drops of blood fell onto Shuten-doji, Nine-Tailed Tamamo-no-Mae, and the Great Tengu. If one looked closely, they would have seen the blood flash through the colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet in an instant. Just as it transformed into a supreme, ultimate purple, it merged into the bodies of the three Shikigami. The entire process was so fast, so brief, that no one even noticed it.

Instantly, the three Shikigami felt a change as their bodies began to swell.

Shuten-doji transformed into the Shuten Mountain God, becoming as tall as a small mountain.

The Nine-Tailed Tamamo-no-Mae became a true Nine-Tailed Fox, towering like a peak, her nine tails whipping up a howling gale as they danced through the air.

The Great Tengu’s height didn’t change, but his aura grew immensely fiercer. His eyes turned blood-red, faintly emanating a crimson glow as he became the Demon Tengu.

The reporters were stunned!

The Fusang officers were dumbfounded!

Abe Seiyo was flabbergasted, and Yamata no Orochi was utterly bewildered!

At that moment, the three Shikigami—the Shuten Mountain God, the Nine-Tailed Fox, and the Demon Tengu—looked coldly at Yamata no Orochi. "Do you still claim to be the greatest Shikigami now?"

Their combined, terrifying aura washed over the area, completely shattering the aura of Yamata no Orochi and causing Abe Seiyo and the others to tremble uncontrollably.

"Impossible!" Abe Seiyo, who knew the principles of Shikigami growth, looked as if his eyes would pop out of his skull. "For a Shikigami to advance like this requires an Onmyoji on the level of our ancestor, Abe no Seimei! And even our ancestor had to dedicate his entire life to creating one!"

Yamata no Orochi was Abe no Seimei’s magnum opus, the work of a lifetime. And yet now, there were three Shikigami that could rival it! Could it be that there are three Onmyoji as powerful as Abe no Seimei in the world? Moreover, Shuten-doji just evolved moments ago... which means this era is hiding three Onmyoji of that caliber! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

All sixteen of Yamata no Orochi’s eyes filled with intense fear. It no longer dared to act recklessly. Through a telepathic link, it frantically begged Abe Seiyo to recall it, otherwise it would die here.

Abe Seiyo had been about to do just that, but then he realized the sun had completely set. Night had fallen. A look of elation crossed his face. "Wu Tian, in the end, it is my Fusang that has won!"

Aboard the Phoenix, Wu Tian chuckled coldly but said nothing. His Spiritual Sense had detected the five old men long ago. By resorting to unorthodox methods, they had just barely touched the threshold of Cultivation. Of course, Cultivation itself is divided into immortal and demonic paths. Unknowingly, these five had stepped into the domain of demonic cultivation. But what of it? They are still utterly insignificant.

"Martial Emperor of the Dragon Country, had you left moments ago, you might have escaped with your life," a somber voice echoed. "But now, you have no chance of survival!"

As the voice faded, five ghastly, zombie-like old men stepped out from the Devotion National Shrine. Even though the Fusang officers knew these men were on their side, they couldn’t help but tremble in fear. The five of them looked like they had stepped straight out of a horror movie.

Hatoyama glanced at the three Shikigami, shocked by their transformation despite having seen them before. "I never imagined the three of you could grow to this extent," he said. "Some Great Onmyoji, hiding their identity, must have helped you."

Another elder, Abe, continued, "Return to Fusang. Fusang is your true home. If you are willing, we will build Divine Temples in your honor and worship you for generations. You will live on forever alongside the great Fusang Empire, receiving endless offerings of incense!"