Chapter 1168: Chapter 111: Her Acting Dumb Is Very Professional (Part 2)

From the perspective of an observer standing beside the three of them, Li Mumu and her dear friend looked like they were having epileptic seizures, their bodies trembling violently, blood flowing from their seven orifices, making them appear extremely sinister and terrifying.

Even more terrifying than the two of them was Cardinal Elena, on the other side, who had her heart gouged out, yet suddenly stood upright like a possessed corpse, staggering to the center of the battlefield, and reached out to take the Mirror of Eight Handbreadths that had reassembled.

A purple eyeball prominently emerged from the center of her forehead, with bizarre blood vessels extending out from the eyeball, occupying almost half of her once beautiful face.

“Stand down!”

Facing the Dark Angel that had just ambushed her, she surprisingly gave a serious command.

And that Dark Angel even showed an attitude of submission, obediently withdrawing to the side.

She turned her head to look at Reddy and Cangqing, who were twitching in the distance, and an involuntary trace of confusion appeared on her face.

You… what…

“It’s no big deal.”

Wang Yunxiao remained very calm.

No one’s shown their true form yet; this is just the beginning.

Wait until you see the Sky Pillar riding a White Hair lion dog descend—then there’s really a problem.

“According to my understanding, one of the two should be chosen as the victor, then fight Elena in a match, with the winner takes all—the operational principle of this magic ritual currently seems to be roughly like that.”

Yan Yu’an whispered, “The current problem is what exactly will be summoned after the ritual succeeds. This process doesn’t quite resemble the summoning of Yamata Orochi.”

“Who cares what it is?”

Han Bin glanced at the sea, “Should we clean up the perimeter first?”

“Director Xia has already gone over.”

“Speaking of which…”

Wang Yunxiao suddenly spoke up, “There’s been fireworks and cannon fire over here for so long, hasn’t anyone come to take a look?”

To be honest, this place is quite remote.

Dagu Kou is a place name; the area of Dagu Kou covers several dozen miles, with only a small portion being occupied by ports and military fortresses.

But it’s not so remote that gunfire and cannon fire in the middle of the night can’t be heard by others.

“I’ve already communicated with the Navy, there’s a warship on standby offshore, they can’t escape.”

Yan Yu’an’s tone was steady.

He always handles things comprehensively, unlike Wang Yunxiao and Han Bin who only know how to charge thoughtlessly. Since he said so, Wang Yunxiao had no choice but to believe.

Actually, what he mainly wanted to ask was whether they could make a move.

If things get out of hand, it would be hard to wrap up, otherwise I’d act, right?

Just waiting around is incredibly boring.

“I brought poker cards.”

Han Bin murmured quietly, “Why not retreat and play a few rounds first?”

“Nope, almost there!”

Yan Yu’an also felt anxious deep inside.

What exactly does this magic ritual still lack? If we wait any longer, dawn will break!

At that moment, a faint thud was heard from afar.

Everyone’s gaze involuntarily turned to the source of the sound.

They saw Uesugi Risa hit the ground face-first on the beach, her bundle scattering all over, shaking out three peculiarly shaped weapons.

Flow, Izumo, and Impermanence.

The Dark Angel screeched and lunged towards her.

Finally, it has come…

Even the mastermind behind this couldn’t help but exhale deeply.

Do you realize how long you’ve been delayed?

We’ve waited so long that the excitement has already faded!

Yet in the face of the sudden attack, the little witch, who was clearly exhausted, sweating profusely, and pale, countered with an astonishing strike.

She swung her blade in reverse, and fifty-five temple phantoms appeared in the sky, fifty-five Buddhas smiling gently with flowers in hand.

Cherry Breeze Kasaya Slash!

With a single strike, the world changed color, and all ghosts fell silent.

The Dark Angel was instantly cut to ash by this stunningly grandiose strike.

What just happened?

Facing the end, it still hadn’t grasped the situation, full of confusion.

The bronze league was tracking fish smoothly when suddenly met with a cosmic counter surely!

In that final moment, it finally realized its mistake.

The game had gone so smoothly in the early stages that it had forgotten the standard difficulty level of this game.

The first half was purely a newbie level.

Among the three Divine Artifacts, the Eight-foot Hook Jade was half-given.

If Yan Yu’an had not handed it over himself, Ono Taro couldn’t have had either the ability or the intention to snatch the Hook Jade.

The Mirror of Eight Handbreadths had always been in the Church’s possession; if not for internal power struggles, it wouldn’t have been given to a mere decorative vase without combat experience, which, in a sense, was also a free giveaway.

Li Mumu had been idling from start to finish.

Shen Qingxi followed along happily idling as well.

Only Uesugi Risa…

She was the only serious gamer, following the walkthrough and getting guidance from experts.

Flow, Izumo, Impermanence—these three weapons were held separately by the Special Service Section in different districts, and she snuck and pilfered them all together.

She had one of three notebooks herself and seized the other two from others.

“So it was her…”

Yan Yu’an showed a look of not being surprised at all, as if he understood completely.

The mysterious Samurai who slashed the Umibouzu without taking any of the victim’s belongings or any interest in its business.

In fact, when inspecting the scene, Yan Yu’an had already guessed about seventy to eighty percent, but without concrete evidence, he hesitated to conclude.

After all, that slash was purely about overwhelming power, without any fancy technique, showing nothing unique.

Furthermore, Uesugi Risa’s identity itself was very sensitive.

Arriving at Tianmen from the homeland Fusang as a Divine Witch, showing a carefree attitude, appearing as a naive glutton, no one knew her true purpose.

It’s entirely plausible to say it’s hard to distinguish friend from foe.

So Yan Yu’an specifically called on Wang Yunxiao and Han Bin, who had some understanding of her, to assist.

Not to guard against her, but to guard against any strong entity she might summon.

Only a divine being like Master of Ten Thousand Transformations descending on the mortal world through the guise of a Divine Favored, only such a high-level calamity would warrant the combined suppression by the three of them.

Setting Master of Ten Thousand Transformations aside, Uesugi Risa’s combat prowess shouldn’t be underestimated either.

After all, she was one of the eight Divine Witches representing Fusang’s highest combat strength.

She truly fought her way through, blade by blade.

So upon seeing the Dark Angel swoop down, she didn’t panic but responded as any normal person should.

The Dark Angel’s final screech exploded at a soul level, awakening Li Mumu and Shen Qingxi who were trapped in the spiritual realm, while also triggering the final switch of this magic ritual.

“Am I… the Demon Monarch of Myriad Changes?”

Shen Qingxi shook her head, looking at Li Mumu beside her.

“What a coincidence, so am I.”

Li Mumu’s expression looked unnatural.

It was akin to the embarrassment and social death of messing around with a strange man in front of her own husband.

As the Dark Angel fell, all causal threads became instantly clear.

The answer was simple.

This was a long-planned conspiracy.

Nine notebooks covertly smuggled into the lands of Ming Country on various fate trajectories. They disguised as omniscient guides, offering users every possible convenience in information, subtly influencing their minds, guiding them to converge at the fate trajectory’s endpoint.

At this place and time, the memories of every user were distorted by the manipulators behind the scenes, telling one familiar yet alien story after another and reconstructing the notebook users’ cognition.

Making them mistakenly believe they had uncovered the truth.

The remaining choice was only one: to fight each other until a last winner emerges, to inherit the so-called “Demon Monarch of Myriad Changes” title.

Then using the magic ritual of summoning Yamata Orochi, the real Demon Monarch of Myriad Changes would be born from the final victor’s shell.

To list through shell companies, launder their past, and if conditions permit, even seize the divine status authority of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations.

Truly a plan killing two birds with one stone.