Chapter 598: 204. Son-in-law hits mother-in-law... right?_2
He wanted to fight back, but his body was pinned down tightly, like an ordinary person unable to breathe underwater, unable to summon his demonic power.
Amaterasu’s figure swiftly descended.
In the darkness, Fujiwara Reya vaguely sensed a golden light.
The pressure weighing around him slowly dissipated.
The people on the deck watched as the vast divine aura, devastating in its might, slowly dispelled Izanami’s Yomi ghostly aura.
"Aunt Amaterasu..."
Fujiwara Reya’s voice was somewhat weak.
"Don’t speak." Amaterasu’s hand hovered above his head, mending his injuries.
Fujiwara Reya’s bleeding eyes slowly opened.
Opposite him, Izanami floated quietly, seemingly not intending to take the opportunity to deal a fatal blow.
The Mother God’s figure was slender and graceful, voluptuous yet proportionate. Her loose long hair, paired with her red and white palace dress, made her appear exceptionally pure and beautiful. One couldn’t tell her age, but she still possessed the most exquisite appearance.
"Any thoughts?" Amaterasu playfully pinched Fujiwara Reya’s cheek.
"What thoughts can I have..." Fujiwara Reya replied irritably, "If possible, I hope you’ll intervene personally, after all, I want to survive."
"You didn’t even blink." Amaterasu pointed out unceremoniously.
Fujiwara Reya replied seriously, "She is your biological mother, after all. I was watching intently, mainly to see where you resemble her."
Amaterasu tilted her head at him, "Maybe if you call her ’Mom’ a couple of times, she might go easy on you."
"Hmm?"
"Aren’t you good at dealing with mothers-in-law?"
"...Great God, I think you might have misunderstood me."
"Dare to act but not admit?" Amaterasu teased, "That’s not like you."
"You can’t just say things like that!" Fujiwara Reya felt weary.
"You need to work hard and strive to reach Takamagahara soon. Know that the Mother God most frequently appears at the passageway between Yomi Country and Takamagahara. Only when you reach there can you see her every day."
"...What do you mean?"
"With both the Great God and Mother God serving you together, isn’t that tempting?"
Fujiwara Reya’s face froze.
The words clearly implied a supreme dream of ’Mother and Daughter serving together.’ Was he not resilient enough to withstand such tests as a monster?
Amaterasu withdrew her hand and knocked on his forehead, "You are healed, continue the fight."
Fujiwara Reya quietly felt his body.
He now felt full of strength, his vitality overflowing.
It seemed after being pummeled, his power had increased a tiny bit... though still utterly outclassed by Izanami.
"Here." Amaterasu tossed him a small short sword.
Fujiwara Reya looked at it in his hand.
The blade resembled the leaves of an iris, thicker in the center, with a hilt about eight inches thick, uneven like a fish’s dorsal spine, white from top to bottom.
How could the foremost of the Three Divine Artifacts be so ugly... Fujiwara Reya casually swung it, feeling somewhat disdainful.
Many on the deck changed their expressions.
Since ancient times, this sword has been the symbol of authority, representing the sovereignty of the nation. The young man before them was a descendant of Shodokan, with a bloodline surely purer than the current royal family, now holding the sword of royal power... His legitimacy for rulership was self-evident.
The observers’ gazes grew fervent, but Fujiwara Reya himself had no excessive thoughts.
Even the emblem of the imperial family, Shintoism’s supreme deity—Amaterasu, had ambiguous relations with him, making the position of the Emperor’s mascot of no interest to him.
Fujiwara Reya imbued the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword with all his demonic power.
The heavens and earth suddenly burst into brilliance.
The sword aura shot up like a rainbow, piercing the clouds, its golden light clinging to his black-crowned king’s robe, naturally exuding an aura of command.
Clang!
A clear and resonant sword cry rang out, the sword light shone brightly.
Fujiwara Reya suddenly vanished.
Having just gotten a new toy, naturally, he wanted to test it out.
Faced with the Heavenly Cluster Cloud, Izanami was momentarily astounded, but she reacted swiftly, her Divine Sense spreading out instantly, probing Fujiwara Reya’s position.
The next moment, Fujiwara Reya appeared at the spot she had sensed.
A sword light flared, Izanami fixed her gaze; her figure launched out, drawing a sharp black line through the air.
Her figure suddenly pounced at the swordlight; at the instant the black and white lines met, they entangled hundreds of times before sharply pulling apart, silent and soundless.
Fujiwara Reya extricated himself from the fray, facing Izanami, whose body was draped with black-and-white silk, markings of the rips from his king’s robe.
"Even with the aid of the Divine Artifact, to reach this point is quite impressive." Izanami floated loftily in the sky, staring at him indifferently, "But if you want to become a true god, you still have a long way to go."
As she spoke, she waved her hand, casually releasing a stream of energy.
The flowing light streaked across the sea’s surface, roaring like a shower of dazzling meteors.
Fujiwara Reya gripped the sword’s hilt tightly, the sword light brilliantly cleaving out.
The sword light collided with Izanami’s energy; in an instant, it was swallowed, dissipating without a trace. The remaining energy continued to strike ferociously, the murderous intent it spurred making one’s hair stand on end.
Fujiwara Reya dodged countless times in an instant.
"Boom——"
In the violent explosion, seawater crazily fled in all directions.
All around, the radiant balance peeked into the sky, the chaotic airflow pierced the heavens, the remnants of battle woven like a tapestry above everyone’s heads.
Izanami stepped through the air, leisurely walking forward.
Moments later, Fujiwara Reya appeared at the explosion’s center.
At this moment, his face was somewhat pale, his vitality immensely depleted.
The ladies on the deck all felt their hearts clench upon seeing him.