Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 839 - 86: All-Night Revelry and the Fall of the Beast

Many people turn to superstition mainly due to spiritual emptiness and confusion.

If it’s a deficiency in intelligence, they need others to think on their behalf.

If it’s a lack of emotional connection, they seek a strong spiritual anchor.

That night, countless cultists fell into a hysterical frenzy amidst delusional visions.

The Divine Power of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations silently replaced those Evil Spirits, allowing the cultists to deeply experience Heisenberg-level ultimate pleasure.

Custom-tailored, professional service, high purity, high quality—one dose surpasses five, addicting them to the point of no return.

And after a night of revelry, what follows is endless emptiness.

They don’t truly understand the essence of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations, but then again, they never fully understood what they worshipped before. It appears to make little difference.

But the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations is an authentic Evil God, and worshipping this Evil God requires an exceedingly steep price.

This price is called: the soul.

Uesugi Risa stood in the shallow waters, her toes soaked by the icy seawater until they turned pale and wrinkled, losing their once charming appearance. However, this paled in comparison to the anomalies occurring on her body.

Hundreds of dark shadows converged through the ocean currents, returning to her body. Thin green-black veins surfaced on her tender white skin, appearing eerily grotesque.

These were the souls of cultists. They had eagerly experienced the unparalleled bliss bestowed upon them by the gods—blessings answered by divinity, which collected their souls and sent them to the mythical Nirvana.

"Truly twisted..."

Han Bin, who arrived later, watched the Divine Witch casting spells in the sea from afar and couldn’t help but murmur quietly.

Of course it’s twisted. If an Evil God’s rituals weren’t twisted, would it still be called an Evil God?

However, the sinister style of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations far exceeded the common stereotypes of Evil Gods held by people of this era.

The process was surely legal and compliant, and the clients had no objections—they merely exploited some loopholes.

How to put this... Ordinary heretical sect rituals are akin to ancient telecommunication scams, running sketchy websites with scantily-clad dealers hosting online card games or making coercive phone calls to deceive victims into transferring money—people encounter these all the time.

The methods employed by the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations are entirely different, more like an unskippable JD or Taobao ad popping up unexpectedly as you scroll through your phone. Even if there’s a close button in the upper right corner, tapping it automatically initiates a download. Should you hesitate to close it or shake your phone slightly, bam—it redirects to another download.

Whether you like it or not, a mere tap counts as a download; backend data races upward.

Regardless of whether you believe in TikTok or Kuaishou, Tomato or Sweet Potato, it all belongs to the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations.

"Indeed, very twisted."

Wang Yunxiao concurred deeply, but the good news was that this Evil God currently stood on their side, sparing them the trouble of dealing with it.

Moral purity is a sickness.

A great figure once said, first identify who are your enemies and who are your friends.

Make more friends, fewer enemies.

Many people fail to understand this principle and indulge in the superiority of Only I Am Supreme, dismissing everyone else as fools.

They only see how other people’s children study well or how other people’s husbands earn millions annually.

Yet when it comes to their own relatives and friends, they nitpick incessantly, finding flaws from head to toe, unable to tolerate them.

This kind of thinking is unacceptable.

No one is perfect. Does even the Eldest Miss Li’s feet never stink?

After being away for so long, Wang Yunxiao suddenly felt nostalgic for home.

If this ritual concluded successfully, barring any unforeseen events, then their work on this timeline could be considered complete.

The remaining trivial troubles would need to be handled by "Number 28" themselves.

Have faith in them.

Uesugi Risa wasn’t in great condition—that much was apparent. Anyone who consumed raw pickled seafood all night would struggle to endure.

Still, judging by her demeanor, she seemed to have some strength left.

The big one was about to arrive.

As the sea breeze carried an abrupt stench, a colossal shadow crept silently from beneath the water’s surface. It suddenly raised its head, revealing its sturdy frame and menacing, gaping maw beneath the night sky.

This was a gigantic sea snake with a diameter over a meter and a body length exceeding a hundred meters—more precisely, a monstrous seven-gill lamprey.

Rather than a mythical creature of legend, it resembled an exotic ancient being dwelling in the deep sea.

Perhaps during a disturbance from some Temporal Tide, it sensed the presence of Hydra and absorbed a trace of unworldly, blasphemous power.

If allowed to continue growing and evolving under the frenzied worship of cultists, this Exotic Beast might acquire Spirit Intelligence and become a mythical creature with Extraordinary Power.

But for now, judging by its current state, it could only be classified under the category of "biological lifeform."

Wang Yunxiao glanced at Han Bin and exchanged knowing looks, both feeling relieved.

A weakling—it seemed intervention wouldn’t be necessary from their side.

Uesugi Risa raised the weapon in her hand, the cloth wrapped around it unraveling in the wind, revealing an intricately crafted, ancient long-handled scythe.

Since the day of its forging, this blade had never been bloodied and was simply referred to as "Fifty-five."

"Abnormal beings unfit for this world, I am a servant of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations and reside in Hequ Hall. By the command of my master, I offer salvation for your rebirth in Nirvana."

Uesugi Risa chanted softly, and behind her, grotesque statues of gods emerged.

The Master of Ten Thousand Transformations devours Orochi, gathers the eight million deities of Takamagahara into unity.

The people of Fusang, regardless of location or the gods they worship, ultimately point to the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations.

Each statue represents a temple, and the ancients referred to Incense Offerings’ ritual sites as temples.

In this moment, Uesugi Risa wielded the Divine Artifact in her hands to summon fifty-five gods and Buddhas alongside fifty-five Incense Offerings temples, suppressing the evil creature.

Countless sakura petals rained down in the sky; the gods and Buddhas smiled and plucked flowers, as if in a dream.

Fifty-five Temples·Sakura Breeze Kasaya Slash.

The Divine Witch danced barefoot upon the sea, wielding the scythe to deliver a powerful strike.

A single slash shattered the heavens and earth, slicing the hundred-meter-long giant sea snake into two clean halves beneath the morning light of The East!

As the beast’s corpse fell, the divine visions behind her crumbled, unable to hold, and the girl collapsed into the water.

Simultaneously, an ear-piercing alarm rang out, awakening all the citizens of Yokosuka Port from their dreams.

The steel beasts docked outside the harbor began tilting under the rising sun’s first light.

Sea valves had been opened, generators sabotaged, and the necks of sentinels onboard warships snapped before they could sound the alarm. By the time the ship captain became aware, it was too late.

Yan Yu’an stood at the dock, removed his hat, and bowed towards one of the ironclad battleships.

While such efforts may not stop the tides of history, at least one does what they can.

Old warrior, you may now rest.