PDLP Chapter 137 The World Can Be Seen This Way
Chapter 137 The World Can Be Seen This Way
Kyoto, the land of cherry blossoms.
Outside the National Stadium, crowds thronged.
On the giant GG sign, an Onmyoji dressed in a magnificent hunting robe stands side by side with a shrine maiden holding a Kagura bell, with a striking slogan printed below:
"Kyoto, a World-Class Event – Witnessing a New Era!"
The venue was packed.
Nearly 50,000 spectators filled the oval stadium, waving glow sticks and support signs.
A huge training platform was erected in the center of the arena, surrounded by projection screens that displayed live footage of the fighters' battles.
Extraordinary individuals from more than a dozen countries, including Europe, the New World, the White Elephant Kingdom, and the Gris Federation, took turns showcasing their respective powers.
Every spectacular burst of magic, every resounding collision of power, ignites a deafening roar of cheers from the entire audience.
The viewership ratings have been steadily rising.
It remains a hot topic online.
The people of the Cherry Blossom Country seemed to have finally found an outlet for their emotions.
They forgot the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons that had just taken place, and forgot the more than 600,000 compatriots who had fallen victim to the backlash of the shikigami.
They only saw the extraordinary individuals on stage, brimming with confidence, and heard the commentator excitedly announce: "Next up is... the Aoandon Child! A genius girl seen only once in three thousand years! Hasegawa Mayumi!"
In the VIP box at the top of the arena, Abe Shokichi sat in the main seat with a reserved smile on his face.
In front of him was a wall of monitors, with split screens displaying audience reactions in different areas, ratings curves, and real-time analysis of online public opinion.
Every data point is rising.
"Lord Changji," a high-ranking Shintoist beside him chuckled softly, "the viewership ratings have reached a new high, with the number of simultaneous viewers worldwide exceeding 80 million."
"Very good." Abe Shōkichi nodded slightly.
He looked up at the stage, where the girl, known as a "genius once in three thousand years," was manipulating the blue flames of the blue lantern, outlining dazzling patterns in mid-air.
The cheers from the audience were deafening.
Abe Shōkichi picked up his teacup and took a small sip.
Everything is going according to plan.
Although the "battle of gods" that took place in Southeast Asia yesterday stole a lot of international attention, the excitement in Japan itself has not diminished at all.
The people need heroes, they need hope.
He gave them heroes, he gave them hope.
As long as the Shikigami Prodigy Program continues to be implemented and new extraordinary individuals are continuously cultivated, the Sakura Kingdom will be able to obtain a massive amount of extraordinary power in a short period of time.
Not to mention...
The Ame-no-Murakumo sword is about to be found.
His people are also making contact with the blood sacrifice rituals of the Voodoo Cult.
The day we acquire these two things will be the day the Sakura Kingdom truly rises to power!
Thinking of this, Abe Shōkichi's smile deepened.
"Lord Changji." A subordinate quietly approached and whispered in his ear, "Lord Liuli has sent back a message."
A glint flashed in Abe Shōkichi's eyes.
"explain."
"Lady Ruri has pinpointed the exact location of the Kusanagi Sword." The subordinate's voice was extremely low. "It's located deep within a snow-covered crevice on the southeast side of Jade Pearl Peak in Kunlun, Great Xia."
"They are trying to break the seal, and they expect to be able to retrieve the sword by tomorrow."
Within tomorrow!
Abe Shōkichi's hand tightened slightly as he held the teacup.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
"Tell them to be extremely careful," he whispered. "Don't alert anyone."
"Yes."
The trusted confidant withdrew.
Abe Shōkichi turned his gaze to the main screen.
On the screen, a superhuman from the New World is demonstrating telekinesis, suspending hundreds of kilograms of reinforced concrete blocks in mid-air, eliciting gasps of amazement.
Little trick.
Abe Shōkichi was disdainful.
But he still maintained a polite smile.
At that moment, another subordinate quickly entered the private room and handed him an encrypted document.
"Lord Changji, the latest report from the Western Sea Level Observation Station."
Abe Shōkichi took the document and glanced at it.
Key data is highlighted in bold red on the report:
The non-tidal sea level rise trend continues to intensify. In the past 72 hours, the average sea level at multiple monitoring points along the western coast has risen by about 3 centimeters again, and seawater has already flowed into some low-lying areas. It is recommended that the Meteorological Agency convene a disaster prevention meeting immediately.
Abe Shōkichi frowned almost imperceptibly.
It's sea level again.
From the eve of the Lunar New Year in the Great Xia Dynasty, reports about the sea level repeatedly appeared on his desk.
But each time, the response is always "the number continues to rise," "the cause has not yet been determined," and "it is recommended to strengthen monitoring."
He didn't have the energy to focus on the unusual phenomena that even oceanographers couldn't explain.
The most important thing right now is the Kusanagi Sword.
It is a method of raising ghosts through blood sacrifice.
It's Project Amaterasu.
He closed the file and set it aside.
"Have the Meteorological Agency continue monitoring," he said calmly. "Report any significant changes then."
The subordinate hesitated, then finally bowed his head and replied, "Yes."
Abe Shōkichi turned his attention back to the competition.
On the screen, the representatives from the New World had finished their performance and were waving to the audience.
He suddenly remembered something.
"By the way," he asked without turning his head, "any news from the Voodoo Cult?"
The subordinate lowered his voice even further: "Reporting to my lord, our people in Southeast Asia have made contact with the remaining forces of Voodoo, and they... are very willing to cooperate."
"By the way," he asked without turning his head, "any news from the Voodoo Cult?"
The subordinate lowered his voice even further: "Reporting to my lord, our people in Southeast Asia have made contact with the remaining forces of Voodoo, and they... are very willing to cooperate."
"Oh?" Abe Shokichi finally showed genuine interest.
"After Sagu's death, Voodoo Church fell apart, facing external attacks from Southeast Asian countries and internal power struggles among its protectors, resulting in chaos." The subordinate said, "Our offer is very high; they have no reason to refuse."
"Conditions are not a problem," Abe Shōkichi said calmly. "What I need is the method for raising demons through blood sacrifice, the sooner the better."
"Yes! I understand!"
"And one more thing," Abe Shōkichi paused, "tell them that we not only want the method, but also the people. We'll accept any priests who understand this ritual and are willing to come to the Land of Cherry Blossoms."
His hands trembled.
My lord, are you... planning to replicate the blood sacrifice technique of the Voodoo Cult in China?
But he didn't dare ask.
He simply bowed his head and replied, "Yes."
Abe Shōkichi leaned back in his chair and finally showed his first genuine smile of the day.
So what if it was a divine war in Southeast Asia?
What good are divine generals to the Great Xia?
You have a thousand years of accumulated experience, while we have the advantage of being a latecomer.
Waiting for the Kusanagi Sword to return to its rightful place, waiting for the blood sacrifice technique to be integrated into the Yin-Yang Way...
The land of cherry blossoms is about to usher in its own era!
……
at the same time.
Thousands of miles away.
The helicopter flew smoothly through the clouds.
Li Jun sat quietly in his seat, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he slowly spread his spiritual thoughts.
This was the first time he had attempted to project his divine sense over a large area since entering the Refining Spirit Realm.
At first, it only enveloped the cabin.
He could "see" that Jin Hao's breathing was steady and that he was sleeping soundly.
They "saw" that Shi Yong and the other five were preoccupied with their own thoughts, some silently reciting something, and others secretly wiping their ritual implements.
"Seeing" Liu Zhenguo sitting in the front cockpit, exchanging flight route details with the pilot in a low voice.
Then, the divine thought continued to extend outward.
Over the cabin, over the airflow churned by the propeller.
I felt the biting cold wind at high altitudes and the drifting clouds outside the porthole.
He "saw" the complete silhouette of the helicopter in the sea of clouds.
Silver-gray fuselage, dark green rotors, and an emblem on the tail.
And inside the cabin, there were eleven warm, life-giving presences.
A strange feeling arose in Li Jun's heart.
The world can be "seen" in this way.
It's not about using your eyes, but your heart.
It's not about capturing light, but about perceiving "existence".
He could sense the trajectory of every gust of wind, the humidity of every cloud, and the dance of every speck of dust in the sunlight.
It can even be sensed...
Below, on the earth, are people living, working, and walking.
A dense mass of life energy gathered into a warm sea of light.
That's a city.
Some are sparse, scattered in the fields and mountains.
That was a village.
Even sparser, existing alone in some corner.
He was a guardian of the mountain, just like a master.
Li Jun's perception continued to extend.
The farther away, the blurrier it becomes.
This world is so vast that his current divine sense cannot even reach its boundaries.
In this vast world, countless people are striving to live in their own ways.
Those who protect, and those who are protected.
Those fighting on the front lines, and those waiting in the rear.
And those who have passed away, yet live on forever in everyone's hearts.
Li Jun suddenly understood something.
He remembered his master sitting on the bluestone that morning.
I was reminded of my advisor's old, yellowed copy of the Tao Te Ching.
I recalled the eight hundred Anxi warriors sleeping within the fish-shaped talisman.
perhaps……
The meaning of cultivation is not only about becoming an immortal or achieving longevity, but can also be...
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