Fusang Island had still been uncivilized two thousand years ago. Where would eight million demon gods have come from?
Whether Amaterasu or Izanagi, both had been among the survivors of the four hundred thousand Qi Practitioners Bai Qi had slaughtered two thousand years ago.
After the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor was completed, Xu Fu crossed the sea eastward and came to kill them one by one.
As for Yamata no Orochi, it was a monster native to Fusang Island.
"Let's go!"
Xu Fu gave Wang Tong a faint glance.
With his cultivation, Wang Tong naturally did not amount to much in Xu Fu's eyes. However, Wang Tong's grandfather was Wang Jian, so Xu Fu did know him.
Wang Tong nodded.
Although Xu Fu's cultivation did not rank among the top ten in Great Qin, he was still of Wang Tong's grandfather's generation. Wang Tong looked down on him somewhat, but would not show it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~
Amid the surging air currents, the two drifted away.
All that remained were the devastated Tokyo, Fusang Island still rumbling without end, and countless Fusang civilians praying to gods and Buddhas while calling out the names of Amaterasu and Izanagi.
Today's battle had nearly shattered their understanding of the world.
Even after Wang Tong and Xu Fu had vanished without a trace, the prayers continued unabated.
Naturally, they would never know that the Amaterasu Omikami and Izanagi they believed in had long since been slain by Xu Fu.
In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.
News of Tokyo's destruction and Yamata no Orochi's appearance spread throughout the great powers. All kinds of blurry photographs rapidly circulated through the West, once again overturning countless Westerners' worldviews.
Although the Yamashiro battleship was not the largest in the world, in