Chapter 946 – The Unshakable Mountain
”Hmm.” Lin Qiye nodded slightly and stretched out his hand, pointing towards the two corpse beasts rampaging through the city in the distance, “Kill them.”
”Yes.”
The three “Limitless” realm protectors shot out at the same time and aggressively killed the two corpse beasts in the distance.
Lin Qiye had already carefully sensed that the corpse beasts that had descended here were all at the “Limitless” realm, and with three against two, it was a foregone conclusion that the two corpse beasts would be annihilated, and the reason why he didn’t take action himself was because he had more important things to do.
Lin Qiye stood in the air, looking down at the city that had fallen into ruins beneath his feet as he quickly flipped through the secret code of forbidden spells left behind by Merlin in his mind.
Finally, his gaze landed on one of the forbidden spells.
He took a deep breath, rested his palm on the hilt of the [Chopping White] blade, and forcefully pulled it out of its sheath.
He raised the blade and slowly sketched it out in the air against the ruined metropolis at his feet, while at the same time, a touch of night color surged out from the blade mark.
The blade marks were the brush, and the night color was the ink.
Under the carving of this long blade that ignored distance, in the center of Osaka City, a huge and complicated magic formation was gradually taking shape.
Mount Fuji.
Snow covered the pitch-black mountain, four figures moved slowly but firmly towards the top of the mountain against the bitterly cold wind.
The paper cranes in the sky flew over the heads of the four people, circling the mountain and constantly hovering in the sky, seemingly searching for something.
Hoshimi Shota, wrapped in his thick mountaineering attire, gently exhaled a mouthful of white mist as he stopped and gazed backward.
Through the misty clouds, one could vaguely see rising smoke and dancing flames everywhere amidst the city far below the mountain, as they stood on top of this snowy mountain, like a piece of natural purity far away from the chaotic city.
”The city seems to be in chaos.” Hoshimi Shota said with a frown.
”That power that affects people’s hearts seems to be getting stronger.” Amamiya Haruhide didn’t turn around, continuing to walk firmly towards the top of the mountain, speaking calmly, “The more we are in this kind of situation, the more important it is to ensure that our hearts are calm, once too many negative emotions appear, it’s easy to be corrupted in the mind ……
It’s fine for us to be in the mountains, right now the metropolis is filled with chaos and riots, once the residents fall into panic, they will inevitably be contaminated, if this continues, sooner or later they will lose their minds and kill each other to death, and the more innocent and kind-hearted the populace is, the easier it is to be killed by the riotous and crazed crowds in the midst of the turmoil.
In the midst of this extremely evil city, kindness will become a deadly original sin ……
There is not much time left for us.”
The several people climbed upwards a little bit along the ring-shaped mountain, the air pressure at high altitude was getting lower and lower, coupled with the prolonged cold and exertion, Yuzurina and Hoshimi Shota’s stamina was a bit overwhelmed, and their cheeks surfaced with an unnatural reddish hue.
Even so, their footsteps still did not have the slightest stagnation, their heavy hiking shoes stepped on top of the white snow, making a creaking sound, and their eyes were full of determination.
In this world full of sin and evil, they were the pioneers who shouldered the future of a civilization.
Suddenly, Yuzurina’s eyes lit up as if she had found something.
”Found it!”
”Found it? Where?”
”In a crater in the corner of the mountaintop, covered in snow.”
”Lead the way!”
Yuzurina quickly made her way from the end of the group, all the way to the front, leading the trio in the direction the paper cranes were guiding them.
In a few minutes, they climbed up to the highest point of Mount Fuji, where the charred crater was surrounded by thick white snow, patch after patch of which staggered around the dead crater like white patches.
A large number of paper cranes hovered above the crater, and after Yuzurina’s four arrived, they quickly slid downward towards some patch of white snow.
Amidst the thick white snow, half of a spectral-colored hilt was exposed, like a palm-sized stone, almost blending in with the surrounding charred mountain, making it impossible to discern it without a closer look.
The four of them walked to the side of this hilt and glanced at each other, joy surfacing on their faces.
”It seems that the prophecy, ‘Land of the Corpse God’s Arch’, was also a false message.” Hoshimi Shota let out a slight sigh of relief, “It’s a good thing we didn’t let Yuzuru Takeru Takeru follow us over here, or else it would have been a wasted trip.”
”Let’s pull out the [Burial Mountain] first, now that the Banezu Nine Blades are all gathered here, it’s time for us to perform the Nine Blades’ unification as soon as possible.”
”That said, how exactly do the nine blades unite? It shouldn’t be that we have to rebuild them all back into one, right?” Hoshimi Shota asked suspiciously.
”That wouldn’t be necessary …… “Furuhara Ryoki opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after glancing at Amamiya Haruhide beside him, he closed his mouth and remained silent.
Amamiya Haruhide walked to that half of the hilt, slowly reached out and gripped the hilt, took a deep breath, and forcefully pulled it upwards ……
[Burial Mountain] didn’t move at all.
”Eh?” Amamiya Haruhide froze, unbelievingly clutched the hilt again, and with all his strength, pulled it upward once more!
The hilt still did not move.
Amamiya Haruhide’s brows immediately furrowed, this sword in his hand was as if it had fused with this mountain, no matter how hard he tried, it could not be shaken in the slightest.
”Amamiya, you don’t have enough strength, let me do it.” The tall Furuhara Yoshiki walked up to the [Burial Mountain] and took off his upper body’s clothes, revealing a block of sturdy bronze-colored muscles, the physical quality of him, who had been working on iron smithing for many years, was much better than that of Amamiya Haruhide.
He confidently walked to the front of the sword, grasped the hilt with both hands with force, stifled a grunt, and the muscles of his body tensed up in an instant!
The hilt of the sword in his hand still stood firmly on the mountain, not moving at all.
”Strange, how on earth did this blade get inserted?” Furuhara Yoshiki tried several times in a row, unable to pull it out, and spoke suspiciously.
”Give up, this sword, you won’t be able to pull it out.”
Right at this moment, a wisp of green smoke floated out from within the [Burial Mountain], transforming into an old man wrapped in black robes, standing beside the hilt of the sword.
”The [Burial Mountain] Blade Soul?” Amamiya Haruhide’s eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this person.
”In ancient times, when the second hilt of the Banezu Nine Blades had just been forged, a Kunitsu God took it and dueled with a Tientsin God here, and after the Kunitsu God killed that Tientsin God, he used this blade to nail his body to the bottom of this mountain for eternity, and from that came the name [Burial Mountain].
Endless years have passed, this sword has long been fused with the mountain, and it is impossible to pull it out by mortal strength.” The [Burial Mountain] Blade Soul spoke quietly.
Upon hearing these words, the faces of the crowd suddenly turned ugly.
No wonder after the introduction of the Woeful Tsu Nine Blades, only the [Burial Mountain] didn’t leave any legends in the world, and there has never been a Woeful Tsu Blade Master …… This blade is fused with Mt. Fuji, so who else can take it away?
They had managed to find the last Banezu Sword with great difficulty, could it be that they were ultimately stuck at the step of pulling it out?
That would be too much of a pity!
Right at this moment, a figure floated out from Hoshimi Shota’s waist, a woman with fox ears, a layer of vermillion colored feather weave draped above her dimpled figure, like a splash of red ink dotting the snow-covered sky.
”Then …… let me try.”