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Jinjian originally did not want to cause such a big commotion, but he was blocked outside the enchantment.

Shi Zheng's most powerful enchantment instantly recognized that one of the two Fu Mourning God in front of him had already fallen,

The other did not belong to Shi Zheng's establishment at all.

So..,

The enchantment, which had fallen into a state of alert, naturally rejected the two of them.

Jinjian looked at the barrier in front of him that was flowing with strange runes and raised his eyebrows,

The odachi in his hand conveniently fell to the ground and slashed over.

This caused the first tremor of the enchantment.

Dense cracks appeared on the barrier, like a broken mirror image.

And in the small world inside the enchantment,

There was also a huge commotion,

The entire world shook unstably three times.

But even so..,

This was the enchantment 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 swept around the enchantment, and then, it fell somewhere on the lower right side of the enchantment —

That was the most vulnerable,

The dimmest and easiest place to attack.

Now, he only needed to lightly knock on it,

This was a fatal weakness,

It was enough to make the entire enchantment fall apart.

However..

Jinjian's attention did not stop here,

His gaze turned, and his gaze moved to the top of the enchantment —

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 easy weakness, and the tip of the odachi's sword pointed straight at the most challenging place.

And then —

"Boom!"

This second sword was the fragmentation of the enchantment, the collapse of the sun.

— It was still easier than expected.

Jinjian sheathed his sword, and his golden eyes returned to their initial calmness.

Then, he stepped on the wreckage of the enchantment 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, but they were pure and clear. Amidst the strangeness, there was a sense of familiarity.

Most importantly …

Jinjian narrowed his eyes slightly. He was keenly aware that although there were hundreds of people coming, there were still several hundred of them.

But to be specific, there seemed to be only five types.

This strange feeling reminded him of the mass production line and the clones 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 weren't dyed black, their presence would be exactly the same.

This conjecture was easily confirmed when Jinjian saw several "Sanchū Sōjin" gradually appear 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 rushing here at a speed that exceeded the limit.

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

They stared at the odachi not far away, as if they were capturing an afterimage and protecting the moon in the water.

Every time they looked up and approached, there was a pale hope and an extreme desire hidden in their eyes.

"Ahhh … Is this a wandering dream, or a delusion that deceives itself …"

Ishikaga Maru muttered unconsciously, and a momentary trance appeared in his eyes, "I actually saw it … saw it …"

The address that he couldn't say 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 feet 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 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 there was an unconcealable excitement in his voice, "Hey, hey, is that you … Are you Ōjin Ken?"

Shortsword paused after he finished speaking, as if he suddenly thought of something. He 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 and puffed out his chest again, like a soldier being inspected, and said in 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 warm, 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 canine teeth 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.

There were many identical odachi gathered around, but they seemed to have tacitly agreed that the odachi in front of him 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 expression 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, brother!

Sure enough, it's brother! "

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 brother, 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 depressed and reserved, Shortsword didn't hide his excitement, fighting spirit, enthusiasm, and ecstasy.

His crisp laughter echoed in the area, and it dispelled the restrained atmosphere, making the scene suddenly lively.

Sanchū Sōjin, who had been silent, slowly walked in.

His posture was elegant and calm, so perfect that no mistakes could be made.

It seemed that when he first saw the odachi, he stumbled uncontrollably, but it was just an illusion of others.

However, the unusually bright eyes under the eyelashes finally 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 he also saw the prominent bone horns on his head.

However, facing the dark version of himself, he didn't have the intention to loyally draw his odachi. Instead, he sighed regretfully and disappointedly, "Sigh, what a pity, I'm not the first Zhenzhen that brother met."

— Is that all you care about?!

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

Jinjian listened coldly. He ignored the increasing number of inquisitors and the approaching Shikigami and asked, "What's your name?"

Sanchū Sōjin paused 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, brother at this point in time … You really are the first in every sense of the word — 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 nodded with unprecedented gentleness and obedience. Her golden tassel swayed as she answered.

"… Komusubi!"

Reina Akimoto finally caught up with her Fu Mourning God. Even though there were many other Komusubi here, the contract between the inquisitors and the Fu Mourning God was enough for her to easily recognize his Zhenzhen.

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

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

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!

Just to remind him —

"Cough, this … Komusubi, he's the one with the Fallen 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 … Shikigami would probably explode if they were so brazenly befriending someone they suspected to be an enemy!

Perhaps Reina Akimoto's words finally had some effect, as the Komusubi glanced over and smiled as usual —

"Mister, you're mistaken. There's no Fallen Fu Mourning God here."

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

Big brother, it's so obvious. Do you have to be so obvious when 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: "This God's Inquisitor is mistaken."

Xiaotiangou: "Where's the Fallen 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 Elder Brother."

Sanchū Sōjin: "Hey, I don't like that guy, but since it's related to Elder Brother … Hahaha, this old man's eyesight isn't too good. He can't see the Fallen Fu Mourning God."

Reina Akimoto: "…"

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

More and more God's 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 swords that were rarely seen were now crowded all over the place as if they were free.

This was already shocking enough.

But soon, more and more God's Inquisitors noticed another shocking fact —

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

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

The God's Inquisitors were suddenly very excited. Their emotions were not inferior to 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 bottom of the odachi hit the ground heavily. Jinjian lifted his foot and stepped over the cracks on the ground. He slowly loosened 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."

Today, House of Ten Thousand was bustling as usual.

All kinds of Spirit-branded Retainers were shuttling between the buildings, maintaining order in House of Ten Thousand.

A dazzling array of products were arranged in corresponding areas and then neatly displayed on the shelves, waiting for customers to choose from them.