Not only sisters, but twins too. Looking at them, they really did resemble each other.
Eye color and hair color could be changed; those things were unimportant.
What mattered was the spiritual form. A person's soul could not be mistaken.
She wanted so badly to become that person, yet she could not. It seemed she had not truly come to terms with life; there was nothing open or clear about her.
If she had not faced death head-on before, she definitely would have mistaken her. But as Nian stood there and looked at the person atop the cliff, she did not feel like she was about to die. Those crimson-red eyes in particular made her want to laugh.
"I was eating spicy ice cream out there!"
The food of the gods, created with her wisdom, could not just melt and drip onto her clothes.
They had to talk this out and settle it.
She began making her way up the mountain. An ancient wheel emerged behind her, and she kneaded a greatsword into existence with her bare hands. Its material was neither metal nor wood, more like a rock with molten lava flowing through it.
This was truly nerve-racking.
Even though she knew this was not an Immortal, merely looking at that face made Nian extraordinarily uneasy.
She had to carry a weapon just to talk? What an insult to a god.
"Hm?"
"You've got some nerve."
Hoshino looked down at her with interest, rose to her feet, and instantly appeared before Nian.
"It's New Year."
"Time to kill the Nian Beast."
"Since you've come so eagerly, it would be rude of me to refuse."
She beckoned.
Tang sabers, Han eight-sided blades, axes, polearms, hooked weapons, and red-tasseled spears appeared all at once. Red light filled her vision as flying,