At Ye Ting's command, chants like sacred words rang out almost simultaneously in two places on Earth separated by thousands of miles.
"I claimed the land, built cities, crossed the seas, and split the sky. For what purpose...? O holy lance, speak of the end! You are the anchor of the world that connects the two realms—Rhongomyniad!!"
"Sacred treasures sway, jade tones ring. An empty boat drifts above the Reed Plain. This is my umbilical cord, the mire spear of the great god of Yomi. Stir chaos, pierce the world—now is the time to resound—Ame-no-Nuboko!!"
In those two locations thousands of miles apart, spears of different appearances yet the same origin shone with incomparable brilliance almost simultaneously.
Energy gathered.
In Nike's hand, a dazzling spiral of light bloomed atop the holy lance of storms.
Before Xu Fu, the heaven-bestowed jeweled spear erupted with dreamlike radiance at its tip.
The highly compressed light continued to expand, eventually becoming towering pillars that pierced heaven and earth—like supports holding up the world, and like divine blades tearing it apart.
The light reached its peak, then erupted, revealing the jeweled spear's true form—its dark-hued point was encircled by gleaming magatama, while its tassel fluttered in the aftershocks of energy.
Holding the holy lance, Nike flew into the sky, then fiercely drove the Holy Lance, now transformed into a pillar of light, down toward the earth and the center of the ley lines.
Holding the divine spear, Xu Fu drifted across the lake. Then he gripped the spear in reverse, pointed its tip toward the center of the lake, and submerged it in the water.
The holy lance fell to earth like the most dazzling meteor.
The divine spear entered the water like a dragonfly lightly touching the ripples.
The moment the lance tip touched