Xiao Yu hovered in the air, her robes billowing as chilling yin energy swept through the surroundings.
With us at the center, everything within a five-meter radius had been completely cleared away.
Only the Japanese onmyoji on the outskirts remained, staring at us in utter terror.
At that moment, the male stone statue atop the altar suddenly spoke, its voice carrying an icy, heavy, and overwhelming pressure.
Mao Jing beside me immediately translated.
"He's asking who Miss Bai is."
The moment those words were spoken, the onmyoji present erupted in excitement.
One after another, they looked toward the male stone statue on the altar and cried out repeatedly.
"Impossible—the Nine Chrysanthemum Magatsuhi Lord has spoken!"
"A voice from the stone statue... It truly is the Lord himself!"
"We of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect have waited a thousand years for the Lord to awaken!"
"This isn't a dream... It's the Lord's voice..."
"..."
For a time, the Japanese onmyoji were filled with worshipful excitement. Some even dropped to their knees and began bowing to the speaking stone statue.
Although I could not understand what those onmyoji of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect were saying,
I knew they had to be words of worship and praise.
Xiao Yu, hovering in the air, merely curled her lips into a cold smile, her face full of disdain.
"You petty insects from a tiny land dare ask my name?"
With that, Xiao Yu raised her hand and waved.
Her white sleeve fluttered, and in an instant, a violent, terrifying wave of frigid yin energy erupted.
With a hum, it surged directly toward the stone statue atop the altar.
The Japanese onmyoji around us turned pale with fear.
"Stop! Do not touch the Lord's stone statue!"
"Evil spirit, do not harm our god!"
"Bastard..."
"..."
The onmyoji