261: Chapter 261 The Wrath of Takamagahara

The vibration of the White Jade Capital attracted many people.

Personnel near the guild hall noticed the abnormality and entered.

"W-what is this?" a young researcher asked with a trembling voice.

No one could answer him.

Academician Liu Sicheng also arrived; looking at the newly appeared picture scroll, he frowned deeply.

He pointed at the magnificent scroll on the wall and said in a heavy voice,

"Look there."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately cast their gazes back toward the map of mountains and rivers.

With his reminder, everyone finally noticed a bizarre detail.

Although the entire map of ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers was imposing, it was not a complete whole.

It looked like a giant jigsaw puzzle pieced together from two parts.

One piece occupied over ninety percent of the scroll's area, depicting the familiar land of China.

In the bottom right corner of the scroll, a much smaller territory had been abruptly joined.

At the junction of these two territories, there was a clearly visible golden crack, as if they could separate again at any moment.

More importantly, at the edges of the scroll, there were vast areas of blank space shrouded in mist.

Clearly, this map was incomplete.

"Has Director Li been notified?" Liu Sicheng asked.

"Director Li is on his way," the Assistant replied hurriedly.

...

Inside the Supreme Tower.

Chen You suppressed the wild joy in his heart and turned his gaze back to Hill, who still maintained a perfect smile before him.

Exchanging ten thousand gold coins for a priceless civilizational wonder—this was a massive profit.

But would it really end like this?

He knew very well that the Source Realm was by no means a charitable organization.

Behind this, there was likely a trap!

He looked at Hill and tested her again, "Hill, what do you think of my performance this time?"

He wanted to know to what extent the Source Realm grasped the civilizational war he had sparked in the real world.

The curve of the smile on Hill's face did not change in the slightest.

She bowed slightly, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze. "You have defended the dignity of civilization with your own strength; the Source Realm has recorded this supreme glory for you."

Her words were seamless, confirming the result while avoiding the process entirely.

It was all just beautiful diplomatic talk.

Chen You've brow furrowed slightly as he decided to be more blunt.

"Then do you know that I almost died?"

He stared into Hill's eyes, trying to catch a hint of anything unusual.

Hearing this, a perfectly measured look of surprise finally appeared on Hill's flawless face, and even a touch of concern flickered in her eyes.

"Respected supreme member, did you encounter a very terrifying enemy?"

Chen You's heart sank.

Hill's reaction was very sincere—so sincere that she seemed like a top-tier AI who knew nothing of the internal details and only reacted according to fixed programming.

She didn't know about the Heguo Heavenly God, nor did she know about the The Heavenly Venerable Manifesting Thunder, Sound, and Primordial Essence of the Nine Heavens.

The Source Realm system... seemed only to know that he went to Japan, plundered their providence, and succeeded.

As for what happened during the process—the descent of a god, the appearance of the Thunder Ancestor...

The system seemed not to have captured these world-shaking details.

Did it really not know, or did it just not care?

Or was it deliberately concealing it?

Chen You felt as if he were peering at the truth of this world through a thick layer of frosted glass.

He could only see a shadow, hazy and unclear.

Forget it.

He shook his head, knowing he wouldn't get an answer even if he kept asking.

"Never mind."

Chen You waved his hand, and his figure instantly vanished from the Supreme Tower.

It was better to wait until he got home to discuss things with Director Li and the others.

...

Meanwhile.

In an unknown space beyond the perception of mortals.

This was the divine realm of Japan—Takamagahara.

Magnificent divine palaces stretched endlessly, floating above a sea of clouds, each one flowing with a cold and majestic divine radiance.

At this moment, inside the "Heavenly Hall of Peace" at the core of Takamagahara, the atmosphere was so oppressive it had nearly solidified.

Dozens of gods with powerful auras were lined up on both sides, their gazes converging on the slightly wretched, dimly glowing figure in the center of the hall.

It was none other than the Heguo Heavenly God who had fled in panic earlier, Amaterasu.

"...That is how it happened."

Amaterasu's voice carried a hint of uncontrollable trembling as she recounted everything she had encountered in the mortal world from start to finish.

From the mortal Chen You transforming into a hundred-meter Demon God and forcibly plundering the national providence, to her intervention to stop him.

And then to the descent of the Huaxia Thunder God, who had extinguished her divine fire with just a single soft snort.

When she guessed it was the "The Heavenly Venerable Manifesting Thunder, Sound, and Primordial Essence of the Nine Heavens," the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

After a long time.

"Pfft—"

A sneer broke the silence.

A god with a feminine face holding a long banner couldn't help but say, "Nine Heavens? Response Yuan? Even Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord? Such a long-winded title is simply an insult to gods!"

"Is that the point?" a burly, hot-tempered god with a giant sword at his waist roared.

"The point is that he actually dared to tell Amaterasu Omikami to 'get lost'! This is a declaration of war against all of Takamagahara!"

"Exactly! This is too much! When has our Yamato Divine Race ever suffered such a humiliation!"

"A mere mortal stole our Yamato providence! And that Huaxia Divine System is even more arrogant and unreasonable, actually daring to directly interfere in mortal karma! Do they want to start a God War?"

The gods spoke all at once, their emotions stirred as if they were about to charge into the Huaxia Divine Realm the next second to wipe away the shame.

However, those who shouted the loudest stayed honestly in place; not a single one dared to move a step.

What a joke.

An existence that could make Amaterasu Omikami's divine body tremble and prevent her divine fire from igniting with just a soft snort.

If they rushed in, what difference would they be from plates of steaming sashimi?

Back then, even a fierce god like Yamata no Orochi had fled from that side.

Cursing was one thing, but actually facing that "long-titled" Heavenly Lord was something they absolutely did not dare to do.

At the head of the hall, a god with the most ancient and majestic aura slowly opened his eyes.

His voice was like a great bell, instantly suppressing all the noise.

"Enough."

He coldly scanned the gods below, his gaze finally landing on Amaterasu.

"You mean that Huaxia Thunder Ancestor left an ultimatum at the end, warning us not to interfere again, or else he would level Takamagahara?"

Amaterasu nodded shamefully. "Yes."

Izanagi's eyes became incredibly deep; there was anger within them, but even more so, there was wariness.

He fell silent.

The hall once again fell into a deathly silence, and all the gods could feel the fury and helplessness suppressed beneath that calm.

Fighting was out of the question; they couldn't win.

But enduring it—this breath of air simply couldn't be swallowed.

Their national providence was severed in front of the whole world, and their god was shouted away in front of her believers; this was more painful than killing them directly.

"Lord God..." a goddess spoke cautiously, "Are we... just going to let it go?"

"Let it go?" Izanagi let out a cold laugh. "How could we possibly let it go!"