109: Chapter 101 Indifference More Desperate Than Death

Pei Fei's voice showed no emotional fluctuations, imbued with a condescending indifference.

He looked down at Izanami's hollow, lifeless eyes as if she were a speck of dust.

"You want to play a mutually destructive game with this lord? You're not worthy."

Her trump cards were destroyed, her faith crumbled.

Under the dual suppression of power and rules, the last vestiges of pride of the high and mighty main god of the Land of Yomi shattered into dust.

Izanami ignored the divine power gushing from her chest and prostrated herself at Pei Fei's feet.

Her forehead slammed against the ground, making thudding sounds.

"Great Emperor, spare me! I surrender!"

"I offer the Land of Yomi with both hands! I am willing to be your slave, to serve the Underworld forever! Please—"

"When you set a trap for Pei Duo, why didn't you think about this day?"

Pei Fei coldly interrupted her pleas.

The last trace of his casual demeanor vanished, replaced by the supreme pressure belonging solely to the Great Emperor of Fengdu, descending like a mountain.

In his eyes, only killing intent remained.

"You dared to lay a hand on this lord's sister, and now you have the nerve to beg for mercy?"

Before his words even finished.

Pei Fei's wrist trembled slightly.

There were no flashy moves, no earth-shattering momentum.

The sword of the son of heaven transformed into a black streak, leaving an afterimage in the air.

"Pfft!"

Clean and swift.

Izanami's plea for mercy instantly ceased.

A disheveled head flew into the air, its face frozen in a comical expression of fawning and terror.

The headless divine body swayed twice before collapsing to the ground.

The sword of the son of heaven energy poured into the severed neck, instantly grinding the main god's divine soul into dust.

Not even a chance to become a ghost remained.

Watching their main god casually slaughtered like a chicken, Tamamo-no-Mae in the corner trembled like a sieve.

The sound of her chattering teeth was clearly audible in the deathly silent divine hall.

"Rumble—"

With the main god's demise, the core hub of origin that maintained the underlying rules of the divine realm snapped.

The ground of the Takamagahara Divine Palace let out a mournful cry under the unbearable strain, and a terrifying chasm spread wildly from the throne.

Golden pillars collapsed, and the dome shattered.

The Japanese Underworld, having lost its master, irreversibly began its countdown to destruction.

Pei Fei didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground.

He casually flicked his wrist, shaking off the few drops of divine blood from the sword of the son of heaven.

Then, he slowly turned around.

His unruffled eyes pierced through the collapsing smoke and dust, precisely locking onto Tamamo-no-Mae in the corner.

Pei Fei held the sword of the son of heaven, his shoe soles crunching on the charred rubble engraved with chrysanthemum divine patterns, emitting a grating sound.

He walked very slowly, each step seemingly treading on Tamamo-no-Mae's heartbeat.

Around them was the ruin of the collapsing Takamagahara; those vermilion beams and pillars that once symbolized the supreme glory of eight million gods were now broken and fallen, like a pile of neglected rotten firewood.

The air was filled with the unique sweet and pungent smell after a main god's demise, the scent of collapsing rules, a single whiff of which could cause an S-rank ghost to instantly mutate.

Tamamo-no-Mae knelt at the foot of the steps at the divine hall's entrance, trembling uncontrollably.

She had personally watched Izanami's head fly off like a ball, watched the main god who controlled life and death in the Land of Yomi not even leave a wisp of a remnant soul.

Now, that Eastern man in a gray hoodie was walking towards her.

There was no killing intent in his black eyes.

Because no one would harbor killing intent towards dust beneath their feet.

That was an indifference more desperate than death.

"Underworld Son of Heaven Your Majesty... spare me... spare me!"

Tears streamed down Tamamo-no-Mae's devastatingly beautiful face, her thousands of years of accumulated pride crumbling completely in this moment.

As a great demon who had lived since Heian-kyō, she still had endless lifespan; she couldn't just be cleaned up like trash.

Seeing Pei Fei getting closer, the heavy imperial might pressed down like a mountain.

Tamamo-no-Mae gritted her teeth, as if grasping at a last straw.

"Rip—"

The sound of silk tearing was particularly jarring in the silent divine hall.

She frantically tore at her tattered Jūnihitoe, revealing large expanses of skin.

This was a demon body cultivated for a thousand years, enough to make any man lose his mind.

"I am useful! I am very useful!"

Tamamo-no-Mae prostrated herself on the ground, her forehead knocking against the rubble with thudding sounds, her voice hoarse and urgent.

"I am a Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, I know all the treasure burial sites of Takamagahara! I am willing to offer my natal demon soul and swear a Heavenly Dao Blood Pact! Even if I'm just a dog by your side, a bed-warming slave... I only beg you to spare my wretched life!"

She humbled herself to the dust, even bowing her noble head as a demon king, exposing her vulnerable nape as a gesture of goodwill.

However, the footsteps did not stop.

The rhythm didn't even falter.

Pei Fei had one hand in his jeans pocket, the other holding the sword of the son of heaven, which was still dripping golden divine blood, his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if there was only empty space there.

One step, two steps.

He walked past Tamamo-no-Mae.

Tamamo-no-Mae held her breath, her muscles tense, awaiting judgment or humiliation.

But there was nothing.

Pei Fei simply walked past her with steady steps.

No pause, no sideways glance, not even the corner of his clothing was stirred by the alluring aura she emitted.

It was like a moss-covered stone by the roadside; would you deliberately stop to crush it or play with it?

No.

You would just walk past it.

Listening to the sound of those sneakers on the gravel gradually fade away, Tamamo-no-Mae, still prostrate on the ground, froze for a full three seconds.

Immediately after, the euphoria of surviving a catastrophe surged through her.

"I... I survived?"

Tamamo-no-Mae's breath caught in her throat.

She had just inwardly rejoiced at her escape and was about to force herself to get up.

She trembled, trying to prop herself up, wanting to stand and escape this hell.

"Hmm?"

Tamamo-no-Mae suddenly froze.

She realized she couldn't feel her legs.

Not just her legs, but her waist, chest... the sensation of her body's weight was rapidly disappearing, replaced by an eerie lightness.

She lowered her head in horror.

What met her eyes was not her proud, seductive body, but countless gray dust particles flying in the air.

Her knees, thighs, waist... were peeling, shattering, and turning into fine ash, like a sand sculpture being blown away by the wind, scattering in the ruins of the divine hall.

"No... what is this... this is impossible..."

Tamamo-no-Mae's eyes widened, and she reached out to grab her legs, only to grasp empty air.

Only at this moment did she suddenly realize.

Pei Fei indeed did not strike a second sword blow.

Because as soon as he slew Izanami, that unparalleled sword of the son of heaven intent had already simultaneously shredded her divine soul along with her body.

She had already died.

It was just that the sword was too fast, too sharp, so much so that even the pain of death couldn't catch up to the sword intent, allowing her consciousness to linger in her corpse for a moment longer, creating the illusion that "I am still alive."

"Ahhhhhhh—!!"

Fear and despair finally burst through her throat, transforming into a piercing scream.

But the scream lasted only half a second before abruptly stopping.

That lingering trace of consciousness dissipated completely as her head disintegrated.

Tamamo-no-Mae turned into a pile of ashes on the ruins of Takamagahara, not even leaving a complete corpse. A gust of wind blew, and it all scattered.