# 945
Chapter 945: The Unmovable Mountain
"En." Lin Qiye nodded slightly, reaching out his hand to point at the two corpse beasts ravaging the distant city. "Kill them."
"Yes."
The three "Unmeasurable" realm nurses launched themselves simultaneously,气势汹汹的杀向远处的两只尸兽。
Lin Qiye had carefully sensed earlier that all the corpse beasts descended here were in the "Unmeasurable" realm. With three against two, the elimination of these two corpse beasts was a foregone conclusion. The reason he didn't personally intervene was that he had something more important to do.
Lin Qiye stood in mid-air, lowering his gaze to survey the ruined city below. In his mind, he rapidly flipped through the forbidden curse grimoire left by Merlin.
Finally, his gaze landed on one of the forbidden curses.
He took a deep breath, placed his palm on the hilt of 【White Slash】, and forcefully drew it from its sheath.
He raised the blade, hovering above the ruined city below, and began to slowly trace in the air. At the same time, a wisp of night flickered forth from the blade's edge.
The blade's trajectory served as the brush, while the darkness became the ink.
Under the inscription of this distance-ignoring blade, a massive and intricate magic circle gradually took shape in the heart of Osaka.
...
Mount Fuji.
Patches of white snow covered the pitch-black mountain body. Four figures braved the biting cold wind, moving slowly but steadily toward the summit.
Countless paper cranes flew overhead, circling endlessly around the mountain, seemingly searching for something.
Hoshimi Shota, wrapped in thick mountaineering gear, exhaled a puff of white mist. He stopped and gazed backward.
Through the wisping clouds, they could faintly make out the distant city below—smoke billowing everywhere, flames dancing across the skyline. Standing atop this snowy peak, they were like a natural sanctuary far removed from the chaotic city.
"It seems like the city has already descended into chaos." Hoshimi Shota frowned.
"That soul-corrupting force seems to be growing stronger." Amemiya Haruki didn't turn around, continuing his steadfast climb toward the summit. He spoke calmly, "The more things are like this, the more we must maintain inner peace. Once negative emotions build up too much, it's easy to have one's mind corroded...
We're still fine up here, but in the city, chaos and riots are everywhere. Once the residents fall into panic, they'll inevitably be corrupted. If this continues, they'll eventually lose their reason and slaughter each other. The more innocent and kind the civilians are, the more easily they'll be killed by the rioting, crazed masses.
In this city of extreme evil, kindness becomes a fatal sin...
We don't have much time left."
The group climbed along the curved mountain face, bit by bit. The higher they climbed, the lower the atmospheric pressure became. Combined with the prolonged cold and exhaustion, both Yuzuri Nana and Hoshimi Shota were running low on stamina, their cheeks flushing an unnatural red.
Even so, their footsteps showed no signs of stopping. Their heavy mountaineering boots crunched against the snow, their eyes burning with determination.
In this world filled with sin and evil, they were the pioneers shouldering the future of an entire civilization.
Suddenly, Yuzuri Nana seemed to notice something. Her eyes lit up.
"Found it!"
"Found it? Where?"
"In a corner of the summit's crater, covered by snow."
"Lead the way!"
Yuzuri Nana quickly moved from the back of the group to the front, guiding the three others toward where the paper cranes were indicating.
A few minutes later, they had climbed to the highest point of Mount Fuji. The scorched crater was ringed by thick snow, with patch after patch of white snow scattered across the desolate crater area, like white spots on a canvas.
Large numbers of paper cranes circled above the crater. After Yuzuri Nana and the other three arrived, they swiftly glided downward, flying toward a certain patch of white snow.
Buried within the thick snow, half of a ghostly-black blade hilt was exposed, sticking out like a palm-sized stone, almost blending into the surrounding scorched mountain face. Without looking carefully, it was impossible to distinguish.
The four walked to the side of the blade hilt, exchanged glances, and joy spread across their faces.
"It seems the prophecy 'the land where the corpse god stands guard' was also false information." Hoshimi Shota exhaled in relief. "Fortunately, we didn't let Yuzuri Takishiro come with us, otherwise this would have been a wasted trip."
"Let's first pull out 【葬山】. Now that all Nine Magatsu Blades are gathered here, we should proceed with the nine blades merging as soon as possible."
"By the way, how exactly do the nine blades merge? Are we going to melt them all down and fuse them into one?" Hoshimi Shota asked疑惑的.
"That shouldn't be necessary..." Furuhara Yoshiki opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but glancing at Amemiya Haruki beside him, he closed his mouth and remained silent.
Amemiya Haruki walked to the half-exposed blade hilt, slowly reached out and gripped the hilt, took a deep breath, and pulled upward with all his strength...
【葬山】 didn't budge.
"Hm?" Amemiya Haruki froze,不信邪的 gripped the hilt again, mustering all his strength, and pulled upward once more!
The blade hilt still remained motionless.
Amemiya Haruki's brow furrowed immediately. This blade in his hand was as if it had fused with the mountain itself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it in the slightest.
"Amemiya, your strength isn't enough. Let me try." The tall Furuhara Yoshiki stepped up to 【葬山】, removing his upper garment to reveal sturdy, bronze-colored muscles. Having spent years forging and tempering, his physical constitution was much better than Amemiya Haruki's.
He walked to the blade with confidence, grabbed the hilt with both hands, let out a grunt, and all his muscles tensed instantly!
The blade hilt in his hands remained firmly rooted in the mountainside, not moving a single bit.
"This is strange. How exactly was this blade inserted in the first place?" Furuhara Yoshiki tried several more times but couldn't pull it out,疑惑的 speaking.
"Give up. This blade, you cannot pull it out."
Just then, a wisp of blue smoke drifted out from within 【葬山】, taking the form of an elderly man wrapped entirely in black robes, standing beside the blade hilt.
"【葬山】's blade spirit?" When Amemiya Haruki saw this figure, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"In ancient times, when the second of the Nine Magatsu Blades had just been forged, a Kunitsukami took it and fought a battle here with a Amatsukami. After the Kunitsukami killed that Amatsukami, it used this blade to forever pin the corpse to this mountain—that is how the name 【葬山】 came to be.
Countless ages have passed. This blade has long since fused with the mountain body. By mortal power alone, it is simply impossible to extract it." The 【葬山】 blade spirit spoke in a hollow voice.
Hearing these words, everyone's expressions immediately soured.
No wonder that after the Nine Magatsu Blades appeared in the world, only 【葬山】 left no legend in the world, and no Magatsu Blade master had ever appeared... The blade had fused with Mount Fuji itself. Who could possibly take it?
They had好不容易 found the final Magatsu Blade, only to be stuck at this final step of pulling it out?
This was simply too infuriating!
Just then, a figure drifted out from Hoshimi Shota's waist—a woman with fox ears, her well-proportioned figure draped in a vermillion red haori, standing out against the white snow like a stroke of red ink.
"Then... let me try."