Shinzaburo Abe, the former man of the hour, was now a cold corpse, lying at the bottom of the steps, his face still retaining the pain and incomprehension of his life. It was as if he was still asleep, but he no longer breathed, he no longer felt. His body looked extraordinarily pale in the moonlight, like a lifeless fallen leaf, lying there quietly.

Yuuki stood at the top of the steps, her eyes deep and cold, like a cold winter night. Her hands were clenched, her knuckles whitening with exertion. There was no expression on her face, as if she had transcended joy and sorrow, leaving only a deep determination and endless sadness.

She looked at Shinzaburo Abe's corpse, and a complicated emotion welled up in her heart. It was hatred, disgust, and deep helplessness. She knew in her heart that this man could no longer hurt her, but the pain and fear she had felt were like a bone appendage, difficult to dissipate.

Behind her, the giant phantom quietly appeared. It was an ancient fox, its eyes shining with wisdom, it was the power of Tamamo, one of the three great demons of Fuso. Its eyes are deep and mysterious, as if it can see through all life and death, sorrow and joy. It stood quietly behind Anmi Yuuki and looked at Shinzaburo Abe's corpse with her.

Yuuki took a deep breath, and she pushed away Shinzaburo Abe's body with all her might. The corpse made a long arc in the moonlight before disappearing beneath the shrine's high platform. Immediately afterward, there was a slight sound of falling rocks, which was the sound of Shinzaburo's body falling to the ground.

The masters of the four feudal realms appeared like ghosts in the dark night. Their figures swayed in the breeze, as if they were the patron saints of Fuso, yet their figures were seen as demons tearing apart the quiet night.

Their faces are deep and mysterious, like waves in the abyss, powerful and strange at the same time. Their eyes glowed with a fierce light, as if they could pierce people's hearts and reveal the secrets of their secret collusion with the Emperor's Palace. Their majestic posture is like a mountain, symbolizing their strength and tenacity.

Originally, they were the patron saints of Fuso, guarding the peace and prosperity of the country. However, behind their backs, they colluded with the Emperor's Palace to carry out an evil plan to revive Izanami. Their betrayal, which shocked and frightened people, also changed their image from a patron saint to a traitor.

Their presence, like a huge shadow, hangs over Fuso. Their actions, like a dark force, are constantly eroding the foundations of this country. Their plan, like a sharp sword, hangs over everyone's heads, ready to fall at any moment.

, the figure of the four major feudal realms is like a towering mountain, standing tall. With their endless majesty and absolute strength, they suppressed the Onmyoji army in front of them to the point that they could not move.

This Onmyoji army, like a pack of wolves before, used their cunning and strange power to carry out a stormy attack on the Sealed Territory. But at this moment, their offensive was like raindrops swallowed by the mountains, unable to pose the slightest threat to the feudal territory.

The weapons of the four major feudal realms were like four endless disasters, and every swing and collision was like the fall of a star, triggering the wails and screams of the Onmyoji soldiers. Their power, like a violent wind, completely destroyed the defenses of the Onmyoji army.

Behind the Sealed Territory, the moonlight was like a knife, illuminating the scars on their bodies that were like mountains and seas. And the blood of those Onmyoji soldiers, like sacrifices being sacrificed, was sprinkled at their feet. Each of their killings was like a sacrifice to Izanami, reviving the ancient god only in them.

Izanami's resurgence was accompanied by the screams and blood of the Onmyoji soldiers. Their flesh and blood are like bridges leading to Izanami's existence. Under the power of this ancient god, the power of the four great feudal realms became even more violent and cruel.

Every fallen Onmyoji soldier was a sacrifice to Izanami. Their blood, staining the entire battlefield, paved the way for Izanami's arrival. And every slash in the Four Great Frontiers was like a sacrifice on an ancient altar, sacrificing their enemies to this ancient god.

Eventually, when the last Onmyoji soldier fell, Izanami's power came to full extent. Her figure rose from the blood-colored battlefield like a huge shadow. Her eyes, like two cold moons, shone on this sacrificial world.

The four great feudal realms have become even more powerful under the power of this ancient god. Each of their killings was like a compliment to Izanami. Their blades flashed with cold light, and each swing brought a bloody light.

On this bloody night, the Four Great Frontiers and Izanami joined forces to create an absolute slaughter. Those once cunning and powerful onmyoji armies have become so insignificant under this force.

On the mysterious ancient altar, the four masters of the Feudal Realm were dressed in embroidered gold robes and holding magic staffs, their eyes flashing with a cold light. They stood solemnly, as if guarding this mysterious ritual. The air around them was filled with heaviness and solemnity, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a scream of pain. A group of Onmyoji were tied around the altar, their faces contorted and their bodies trembling, apparently suffering immensely. Their bodies gradually became transparent in the light, as if their souls were being withdrawn.

The four masters waved their staffs, each of which brought a whirlwind. Their movements are both elegant and brutal, like artists swaying on canvas. But in the eyes of this group of onmyoji, they are undoubtedly the god of death, who have come to harvest life.

An atmosphere of despair permeated the altar, and those Onmyoji were originally powerful cultivators from all over the world, but at this moment they were powerless to resist fate. The light of their life flickered like a candle in the cold wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Eventually, all the light of life was extinguished, and the bodies of those onmyoji disappeared completely. And in the center of the altar, an ancient stone tablet began to glow faintly. There was a beautiful goddess carved on it, Izanami. When the light reached its brightest, the stele suddenly cracked, and a huge crack spread from the center.

The four masters took a step back, their faces in awe. They knew that this was a sign of Izanami's imminent revival. Among the fragments of the stele, a beautiful woman slowly rises. Her beauty is like the moonlight, her eyes are like the stars, and her smile is like a spring flower.

She is Izanami, the goddess who has been sealed for thousands of years. She gently opened her hands, as if to embrace the whole world. A powerful energy emanated from her, and everything around her seemed to tremble.

"Thank you, my sacrifice." Izanami's voice was like a stream, "Through your sacrifice, I have been given new life. ”

The four masters bowed their heads in greeting, and then left the altar silently. They know that their mission is accomplished. They felt no joy or satisfaction, only deep awe and helplessness. It was a predestined ritual, and they were just pawns in it.