The black shadow rapidly traversed the land, leaving behind a series of afterimages.
Feng Lin had the demon gathering gourd hanging on his waist as he sped toward the Yamata no Great Abyss.
That place was the nest of the Yamata no Orochi, and it was also the place where the Japanese had agreed to gather.
If they wanted to obtain the acknowledgement of the Kusanagi Sword, they had to follow Susanoo's path and subdue or kill the Yamata no Orochi.
Feng Lin was also very interested in the demon sword.
The second test for the Cosmos University was near, and every bit of growth in strength was extremely precious. If he could break through the limits of his vitality, the growth in strength might bring about a qualitative change. The benefits would be boundless, and his means would be greatly enhanced.
Feng Lin sped past the mountains and rivers. Very soon, he saw a gigantic abyss in the middle of a mountain range. The water surface was still, there were no ripples at all. It was deathly still.
The water was pitch-black, and there was no light at all. It was like a malevolent mouth that could devour everything on the ground. No living creature dared to get close. Once they fell into it, they would fall into the endless abyss, never to return to the mortal world.
Feng Lin wisely didn't get close. Instead, he hid far away and started cultivating.
The Japanese hadn't arrived yet. Clearly, they weren't as fast as Feng Lin. They still needed some time to subdue the Shuten-Doji and the nine-tailed fox.
Feng Lin didn't waste any time at all. He took out a demon core and swallowed it, immersing himself in cultivation.
Although the demon cores were tasteless, it was better than nothing.
Genetic potential + 22%, + 22%, + 22% …
Hua ~
In the midst of cultivation, Feng Lin suddenly woke up. The endless abyss split apart as a huge whirlpool appeared on the water surface. A monster with eight heads and eight tails crawled out. The eight snake heads looked malevolent and ferocious. Its abdomen was like that of a giant tortoise and was covered in scales. The eyes of the eight snake heads swiveled about, exuding a cold and cruel demonic aura. Even the space was distorted, forming a black cloud.
The Yamata no Orochi slowly crawled out of the water and sped into the distance. Everywhere it passed by, everything would be annihilated. Life force was sucked dry, and everything withered.
This was the true Yamata no Orochi from Japanese mythology. It wasn't the inferior version that Feng Lin had seen before.
As the Yamata no Orochi crawled, it caused a foul wind and dark clouds to rise. The demonic aura was extremely dense, causing fear to appear in the hearts of people.
Such pressure caused Feng Lin's heart to feel as though it was being pressed down by a huge rock. He felt incomparably heavy.
This Yamata no Orochi's combat power was at least equivalent to a late-stage elite cultivator. The current him was no match for it.
After surviving for so many years, Japan did indeed have a strong foundation.
This fantasy land of demons was full of danger. Even if this Yamata no Orochi was just a phantom formed from the essence of demons, as long as it had one percent of its power when it was alive, it would be terrifying enough.
Feng Lin did his best to suppress his aura, not attracting the attention of the Yamata no Orochi.
Only when the giant snake went out to hunt and ate countless demons and ghosts did it lazily crawl back into the abyss.
Feng Lin cautiously moved to a further distance and continued to cultivate.
This place was the territory of the Yamata no Orochi. Other than Feng Lin, no other demons would dare to get close. This allowed him to cultivate in peace.
Three days passed by quickly and he obtained another free genetic point. He decisively added it to the Spirit Gene, increasing the strengthening tally from 6 to 7.
In order to prevent the sudden increase in his spirit force from attracting the attention of the Yamata no Orochi, Feng Lin retracted his aura. He was like the most experienced hunter, lying in ambush and waiting for his prey to take the bait.
After another two to three days, seven to eight Japanese finally arrived. They were extremely fatigued and had bloodstains on their bodies. Two of them even had their arms broken and were now crippled. Their numbers also decreased by a lot.
Clearly, this fantasy land of demons was filled with danger. Not everyone could come and go as freely as Feng Lin.
At this moment, the Japanese goddess also revealed her true appearance. She was dressed in traditional Japanese kimono and had a bewitching figure. Her face exuded a pure and holy aura, making it inviolable. Not only did the demonic and holy aura not clash, but it also gave off a strange charm.
The Japanese were all mesmerized when they looked at the goddess. Only Fuuma Taro's eyes were filled with lust.
This goddess was surrounded by evil wolves, yet she was fearless. She glanced at the surroundings and calmly spoke, "The others are not here yet?"
"Hayata Ryosuke, Sakai Katori, Fujiwara Masao, Yamamoto Ichiro... are they not here yet? These trash can't even defeat the demons! They've probably been eaten by them. "Fuuma Taro, who was in the lead, looked at the empty surroundings and let out a cold snort.
Feng Lin knew that it was time for him to appear. He walked out and imitated Yamamoto Ichiro's voice, "Goddess, Fuuma-kun, I've been waiting for a long time."
"Yamamoto Ichiro, it's you?" Fuuma Taro appeared very astonished. "To think that a weakling like you didn't get eaten by the demons?"
He didn't hold Feng Lin in any regard and laughed brazenly.
Feng Lin was astonished. He discovered that the original owner of this identity, Yamamoto Ichiro, was also a pitiful fellow. He was looked down upon by his companions.
However, he wasn't the original owner after all. Fuuma Taro's mockery was like a cool breeze, unable to affect him in the slightest.
On the contrary, it was better if Yamamoto Ichiro had no presence. It would be easier for him to make a move later on. At that time, he could unleash his full strength and give these Japanese a pleasant surprise.
A hint of a cold smile appeared on Feng Lin's lips under the mask.
"How long have you been here?" The Japanese goddess suddenly asked.
"Three days?" Feng Lin spoke the truth. It was hard to hide the traces he had left behind in the surroundings during these few days. There was no need for him to hide such an unimportant matter. If not, there might be complications and they might be able to see through him.
"You came so early. Have you seen the Yamata no Orochi before?" The goddess asked again.
Feng Lin nodded. "I've only seen it once. The might of the Yamata no Orochi is incomparably terrifying. I don't dare to get close!"
He shivered and tried to look like a frightened baby.
This was in line with Yamamoto Ichiro's image in the hearts of these people. All of them nodded and didn't suspect anything.
After all, this was a secret realm of Japan. They had never thought that there would be outsiders entering this place.
Feng Lin passed off the fake as genuine and successfully blended into the group of Japanese.
"Since we've confirmed that the Yamata no Orochi is in this abyss, let's quickly make our preparations!" The goddess spoke in a low voice. The group of Japanese quickly moved, wanting to complete the mission as soon as possible.
The goddess took out a dusty bag and suddenly poured out eight large wine jars, each as tall as a person.
This was actually a mystical interspatial equipment.
The Japanese carefully moved the eight wine vats to the edge of the abyss. They opened the lids and instantly fled, wanting nothing more than to run as far away as possible.
A dense smell of alcohol emanated from the vats. Moreover, the smell was extremely dense and spread out very far. Just a whiff of it would cause one to feel intoxicated. If one were to drink it, there was no need to think too much about the effects. The alcohol content was extremely high.
Seeing this, Feng Lin revealed a secretive smile.
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