Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 838 - 85: The Master of Ten Thousand Transformations Descends Upon Fusang
The most difficult cultists to deal with are not brainwashed, fanatical humans.
No matter how abstract your reasoning may be, it can’t stand against the high-caliber exorcism incantations.
The truly troublesome ones are organizations like the Guanyin Followers of Gray Leather—they’re not even the same species as you.
The Sea Serpent Clan lives in the Deep Sea, a mysterious domain beyond human conquest for the time being. Even if you were to annihilate every human worshiper of Gray Leather on land, it wouldn’t harm its true form in the slightest.
As long as it retreats into the depths, you have no way of reaching it.
This is no ordinary demon or evil spirit, and eradicating it requires the expertise of true professionals.
For example, the Divine Witches under the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations.
In fact, the domestic populace’s faith in oceanic deities is relatively weak.
Most Immortals being worshiped hold powers over Sea Stabilization and maritime peace.
The Sea Dragon King, volatile and unpredictable, gains little affection. On the contrary, people wish to flay it alive.
Many in later generations often find it hard to understand the story of Nezha creating havoc in the sea, thinking he was a bully with overblown egotism, tormenting the East Sea Dragon Clan without cause.
But consider this: if you haven’t experienced your own sister being seduced and ruined by some vile scum, you wouldn’t understand the grief of Immortal Master Erlang.
Likewise, if you haven’t lived off the sea for generations, burying family members in fish bellies one after another, you’d struggle to comprehend coastal fishing communities’ fear and hatred for the Sea Dragon King.
The divine power of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations naturally suppresses the Sea Serpent Clan, demonstrating staggering effectiveness.
Of course, the most crucial part is locating the root cause of the pollution spread by these Guanyin Followers of Gray Leather.
In theory, faith in Hydra shouldn’t even exist in this world. After all, it’s not a god in the traditional sense—at best, it’s a mythical creature of legend.
Its appearance now signals that something unclean has quietly smuggled its way in.
If it can be found, it’s best to seal off this breach. Otherwise, the spread of such Evil God worship will bring catastrophic harm to this world, which lacks extraordinary powers.
If it can’t be found, well, there’s nothing that can be done. The world is vast...
When Wang Yunxiao saw Uesugi Risa appear before him once more, his first thought was of an anglerfish.
Or to be more precise, something like a Bel’Veth lurking in a gulch.
A Void anglerfish is still an anglerfish, no doubt about it.
The long-haired, straight-black-haired girl in a traditional red-and-white full-sleeve witch costume (no exposed armpits) exuded both divinity and fragility, like a porcelain doll that seemed to shatter at the slightest touch.
From the hollowness in her gaze, there was no trace of the endearing innocence she once had. At this moment, her self-awareness had been fully suppressed, and her body was nothing more than a vessel for the overwhelming power of a god.
At this moment, she was no longer Uesugi Risa but an incarnation of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations.
The Master had descended upon this world through her in this manner.
If it were merely ordinary cultists, the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations wouldn’t bother sparing them a glance.
But for entities spreading blasphemous faith in Fusang... for instance, the Hell Monarch Mephisto behind the Blood Cup Sect, as well as the Ancient Deep Sea Gods Dagun and Hydra behind the Guanyin Followers of Gray Leather—these were sufficient to draw the Master’s attention.
The Fusang People have a peculiar habit: no matter how bizarre a thing they encounter, they worship it as a god. That’s why Takamagahara is teeming with strange myths of eight million deities.
This is especially true in remote, isolated mountain and fishing villages. Ignorant peasants always find peculiar spiritual crutches, subsequently fabricating bizarre sacrificial rites of their own imagining.
Using young maidens as live sacrifices, for example... such things are even documented in various Fusang literary works.
To this, the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations harbors utter loathing.
Or to put it another way, the "Naturalized Citizens" represented by the Master feel profound disgust and hatred toward the omnipresent profane worship of Evil Gods.
Most ordinary people simply want to live peaceful lives and stay away from such monstrous entities. However, these monsters, whether in the name of spreading their faith or certain individuals using such beliefs to commit fraud and abuse, inevitably resort to harassment, threats, intimidation, and even harm upon ordinary people.
So... if you’re so enamored with worshiping Evil Gods, why not let us consecrate the mightiest Evil God to crush all the rest into smithereens?
The Master of Ten Thousand Transformations’ dominance over Orochi, ascending to become a primary deity within Fusang, relied not only on her own formidable might but also on the Wish Power gathered by the "silent majority" of believers.
"Take me to the sea,"
Uesugi Risa wasted no time and directly expressed her will.
She traversed the Net Path and arrived directly at Yokosuka Port in Fusang.
The seawater here was deeply saturated with the acrid stench of industrial pollution. Along the coast, a vast array of factories shone brightly, churning without respite day and night. Endless streams of industrial wastewater, mixed with spilled crude oil, stained the seawater an inky black.
And along the harbor docks stood row upon row of ironclad warships of varying sizes. Countless chimneys disgorged thick black smoke, polluting the coastal air, making it dense and oppressive.
Uesugi Risa removed her sandals, revealing her smooth, pale feet, and stepped from the beach into the water, one step at a time.
"I ask the honored one to serve as my protector."
"No problem."
Wang Yunxiao and Yan Yu’an exchanged a glance and nodded their agreement.
"How long will this ritual take you?"
"A few moments at best, three to five days at most."
Uesugi Risa replied softly, "If Gray Leather’s main body isn’t here, only its followers and offspring, it won’t take long."
As she spoke, the power descending upon her silently flowed into the seawater, dyeing the already murky waves with a further layer of eerie hue.
A pungent stench wafted through the air, as if a whale had beached and, after its death, its corpse was beginning to rot and swell.
It seemed as if, in the next moment, it would explode, sending decayed flesh scattering across ten miles.
Yet, this repulsive stench, unbearable to humans, was a rare feast for many marine creatures.
With that eerie aura spreading rapidly through the ocean, various clandestine cult members—hidden in remote villages or bustling city streets—unconsciously opened their eyes wide, glancing around in confusion.
It was as if they had heard whispers of enlightenment from the god they venerated, though faint and incomprehensible.
The mournful wails, both sorrowful and seductive, seemed to guide them toward deciphering the whispers at all costs. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Swallowing drugs prepared long ago, lighting specific incense, arranging offerings, slitting their arteries or those of others...
The frenzied revelry of cultists officially commenced tonight.
