The Clever and Lucky Yamata no Orochi

Yamata no Orochi was truly delighted. Its joy completely washed away the frustration of being struck by the inheritor of the Zhan Lu Sword after breaking through its seal.

It was currently sitting on a lush, grassy hillside, with a cherry tree beside it in full bloom, as if it would never wither.

Yet Yamata no Orochi sitting there had none of the grace of someone admiring cherry blossoms.

It still had the peerlessly beautiful appearance of the unfortunate Shuten Doji it had devoured—a breathtakingly handsome man whose every feature could be called devastatingly beautiful. Only its teeth, which resembled saw blades when it opened its mouth, completely ruined that beauty.

The blood constantly trickling from its mouth... perhaps gave it a somewhat grotesque aesthetic after all?

Yamata no Orochi was holding an arm torn from some monster and biting into it ravenously. Behind it, the corpses of countless evil spirits, the Eight Million Gods, reincarnated monsters, warriors, and the like had already piled up into a small mountain.

Of course, nothing here had a physical form—not the bones spit out after being devoured, nor the corpses that had yet to be eaten.

That was because everything here had been constructed within a mental world, a place where souls could cast off their restraints. As it chewed on the thing in its hand, Yamata no Orochi subconsciously looked at the cherry tree before it.

It looked more or less like the towering cherry tree outside. Within the trunk of this cherry tree, countless times smaller, there was likewise a young woman dressed in a kimono.

What a perfect vessel!

Yamata no Orochi could not help exclaiming in admiration. It could clearly sense how much thought and effort had gone into creating such a vessel.

Speaking of which, Yamata no Orochi