Chapter 1173: Chapter 113: No More Yamata, Nor Fusang

The Demon Monarch of Ten Thousand Transformations remained silent.

He could, of course, continue to argue, saying that your vast lands and population cannot be represented by just a few exceptions. Women, as creatures, are inherently emotional, with their little brains controlling their larger ones helplessly, and I could easily mock your so-called local customs with plenty of examples.

But it was pointless.

A rotten peach, no matter how cheap, is still just a rotten peach.

Who wouldn’t want to eat a fully ripe peach?

I don’t want to eat!

In the Real World, the three-headed Yamata Orochi, already stuffed to the brim, was sobbing uncontrollably.

I don’t want to eat, I really don’t! Spare me, please!

Sparing you is not possible.

Laozi has endured for so long just to summon you out for environmental cleanup, how can it be that you don’t want to eat?

Is your belly really too full to hold anything more? Then why not look for the problem within yourself? You’ve got three heads, so why don’t you grow a few more rear ends?

Wang Yunxiao raised his hand to summon a long spear and thrust it into the round belly of the Orochi.

Black mud instantly gushed out.

Once the mixed blood was absorbed, what remained was pure, unpolluted earth, with nothing wrong with it except for an unpleasant taste.

Stop this! Be more human!

At that moment, the despairing Orochi finally realized that if it didn’t try hard enough, it might really end up being used as a serpentine purifier in this cruel reality.

The Demon Monarch of Ten Thousand Transformations… no, this bastard had already chickened out.

Master of Ten Thousand Transformations! Save me! Please save me!

I am willing to accept you as my master, to be at your command, and never to rebel!

At this moment, the remaining soul of Yamata Orochi finally abandoned its last shred of dignity… after all, it had none left, bowing its proud head to its former destined adversary.

The Master of Ten Thousand Transformations and Yamata Orochi share the same origin, mutually reflecting each other; the so-called slaying of the serpent is essentially slaying the Heart Demon.

As long as the true form of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations does not die, Yamata Orochi cannot be truly killed, but it can choose to submit.

In fact, it had wanted to surrender for a long time, even before it was cut down the last time, but it still harbored some hope.

Now, it had completely abandoned all hope.

The expression in Uesugi Risa’s eyes, standing motionless in place, suddenly changed, becoming deep and shadowy.

The will of the gods descended upon this place.

With a mere disdainful glance at the Demon Monarch of Ten Thousand Transformations, the Demon Monarch knew he had no chance of winning today, and his elaborate plans of many years were completely reduced to ashes.

Yet he still feigned calmness, bowed respectfully, and quietly withdrew.

Everything was as expected.

Victory or defeat does not hinge on a single day.

Don’t ask unnecessary questions.

Uesugi Risa turned her head and glanced in the direction of Huang Anshi.

Huang Anshi nodded, shivered suddenly, and woke up from his dazed state.

“I… I’m unharmed? Did the possession fail? Did the Emperor not come?”

“Master, you did nothing, just stood there watching the excitement.”

Abalone spoke bluntly, piercing Huang Anshi’s illusion in one sentence.

“Oh, then it must be the Emperor’s generosity.”

With lingering fear, Huang Anshi wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

Thankfully, the Emperor didn’t take action, or else his body might not have withstood the torment of the venerable one.

However, this at least indicates that the situation hasn’t deteriorated to the extent he imagined.

No harm done.

Although when faced with the situation, he was ready to sacrifice himself, who wouldn’t prefer to live well if they could?

Meanwhile, the aura surrounding Uesugi Risa continued to rise steadily.

From the deep and shadowy gaze shone a hint of wisdom and intelligence, sweeping over everyone present, including the restrained and imprisoned, frenziedly scholarly Orochi.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the Sword of the Gathering Clouds of Heaven, Mirror of Eight Handbreadths, and Hook Jade of Eight Shaku all floated effortlessly into her hand.

“I no longer need nor care about your submission or betrayal, for the destiny of Fusang is now in my hands. Should you choose surrender, from this day forth, abandon the name of Yamata.”

“No more Yamata, and no more Fusang. Huaxia’s myriad states shall ultimately unite as one.”