"I see." Amaterasu nodded, "But I can't agree." ”

"For heaven is truth."

"I am a god born in this world, and my duty is to protect people from birth to death."

"Maybe one day the gods will indeed be forgotten and the gods will disappear, but that is not today."

"Edgeworth." Amaterasu said softly.

Then a long sword appeared in his hand, and the whole body was inscribed and unengraved, and it was natural.

Bishamon's face tensed: "Scales! Seven instruments! ”

The sky was clear but unfocused, looking ahead, and raised his hand.

Bishamen stepped out of the deep pit with a "bang", and his body shot out vigorously.

"Imperial Spirit." Amaterasu didn't move, just whispered.

The air instantly stopped, as if it was filled with a transparent viscous gel, and Bishamen's swift movements visibly stalled to the naked eye.

Wang Heng's eyes were fixed, and the realm line was shrouded.

The locusts rained out, forming an impermeable path to Amaterasu, and the border line wrapped around it, cutting off the already thick cement air from the outside world.

Cheer up and charge again!

"The Imperial Mirror." Amaterasu's unfocused eyes don't show any expression.

The rays of the endless sun shone out, emitting endless light and heat with Amaterasu as the center, instantly burning the locust path to the ground.

The air turned into a solid, and the movement of Bishamon's sword and slash froze in the air, but there was still no fear in his eyes.

Edgeworth, Mirror, and Spirit, three artifacts unique to Amaterasu!

The only order of existence in the artifact!

It may be a bit of a mistake to call them artifacts, as they can even be replaced, but they are real artifacts at heart.

Amaterasu looked into Bishamon's eyes, silently.

"Bishamentian, you don't look too much like a god, maybe your Daoist has too much influence on you."

"And your Doji...... It's not quite like this time, or the people of this world. ”

"He said it too firmly, as if he had already seen the destined future."

Amaterasu turned his head to look at the ruler in the hair of Bishamon, and although there was no focus, Wang Heng intuitively felt that he was looking at him.

Amaterasu said softly, "So I'm not going to deny your prophecy of the end of the gods, but I'm not going to sit idly by. ”

"Perhaps the gods really should have a different form of existence."

"But,"

Amaterasu's hand holding the sword moved slowly but inexorably, and Bishamon, Qi, and Wang Heng all felt that "heaven and earth" were squeezing towards him.

Unlike the frozen air, this oppression is like heaven and earth rejecting them, but they have nowhere to escape, so "existence" itself is constantly oppressed.

A flash of realization flashed in the hearts of several people.

If this sword falls, everything about Bishamen, Qiqiqi, and Wang Heng in this world will disappear without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Amaterasu slashed the sword firmly.

Although it is slow, it has the momentum of heaven and earth, which is a well-deserved "chop".

"Your existence is the biggest mistake in this era."

Then the trio lost consciousness.

Amaterasu's heart was unwavering, and his speed continued with the same speed.

A white hand suddenly appeared and pinched the tip of the sword.

Amaterasu's face finally fluctuated, and he looked directly at the owner of his hand: "Izanami? ”

Izanami's eyes were indifferent: "They, I took them." ”

The voice was cold, with a will that could not be refused.

Amaterasu frowned, "Who are you?" ”

Izanami pinched the tip of the sword and lifted it back little by little, her voice calm, "It has nothing to do with you. ”

Amaterasu's eyebrows tightened: "You're not Izanami, but...... It seems to be again. ”

Izanami lifted the sword back in its place and replied impatiently and with some weariness, "I am the Lord of the Yellow Springs. ”

After saying that, he didn't care about Amaterasu anymore, walked to Bishamen, looked at the three people who fell into a coma, and spat hatefully: "Mess with flowers and grass everywhere." ”

Then with a fingertip, a stone door appeared, she pushed it open, the darkness inside the door was not real, and then pushed the Bisha Gate with the artifact inside.

Amaterasu didn't move, and looked at her with a solemn expression: "Are you...... Extraterrestrial gods? ”

The Lord of Yellow Springs, who was in a bad mood, turned his head to look at him: "I'm her, but she's not me, understand?" ”

Amaterasu pondered for a moment, "Izanami is a part of you?" ”

The Lord of Yellow Springs thought for a moment, then nodded: "It's not wrong to say that. ”

"Alright." Then she clapped her hands: "That's fine." ”

The stone gate then vanished.

She glanced at Amaterasu and pointed to the silent warlock on the side: "He abandoned his body and fled, aren't you going to chase him?" ”

Amaterasu's expression was solemn: "Compared to him, you are much more dangerous. ”

The Lord of Yellow Springs nodded: "That makes sense, but I'll leave now, and I'll never see you again." ”

Then he looked stunned.

Amaterasu shouted eagerly, "Wait a minute. ”

But when he saw Izana, he smiled charmingly, "What are you waiting for?" ”

Amaterasu was stunned and stared at Izanami for dozens of seconds.

Izanami frowned.

Amaterasu sighed, turned around and said, "Edgeworth, Mirror, Spirit." ”

Three artifacts followed behind Amaterasu.

Without even glancing at the body left by the warlock, Amaterasu left straight away.

……

When I opened my eyes again, it was darkness.

Wang Heng lay quietly on the ground, thinking about his current situation.

The last memory is the fact that Amaterasu intends to erase their "existence".

"Wake up as soon as you wake up."

An unkind voice rang out.

Wang Heng straightened up, raised his eyes, and was stunned.

In front of him was Izanami.

Or rather, Izanami he had seen.

Waist-length hair, a wide black robe, and no ornamentation.

Based on the conversation between Izanami and Bishamon, he sees the person he cares about the most.

However, in his memory, he had not met this man.

The two looked at each other for a minute.

The black-haired woman seemed to be planning to keep looking at him.

"Hello." Wang Heng was the first to break the silence: "May I ask who you are?" ”

"Wang Siyin." The black-haired woman was still looking at him.

Actually, he was staring at him.

"May I ask where it is?" Wang Heng ignored the woman's eyes and gestured around with his hand.

Wang Siyin grinded his teeth: "As you can see, there is nothing in the dark void. ”

Indeed, since he woke up, Wang Heng had noticed that there was a dark void with no end in sight all around, and there seemed to be something transparent with glass texture under his feet, as if it was like this at the end of his sight.

From Wang Heng's data-based perspective, there is no such thing as a "boundary".

"So," Wang Heng pointed to the only light source here, "What is this?" ”

It was a huge stone door, standing on the dark ground, radiating a warm glow.

There are no patterns on the stone door, and it is as simple as this woman.

Wang Siyin nodded, and the black hair that was casually draped also shook together: "Finally got the point." ”

"It's called a boundary gate."