Yu found a blanket and covered the infant's corpse.
Carrying his dripping sword, he walked out of the room... his heart felt unbearably heavy.
The sight of the sleeping infant reminded Yu of his own son, Xiao Feng.
"If this had been ten years ago, I probably would have taken on this job much more calmly..."
Yu paced absentmindedly until he passed the statue erected at the end of the shrine... His steps abruptly halted, and he turned to look!
The statue depicted a burly man with long hair, horns, and noble robes adorned with tomoe and reincarnation symbols!
The so-called gods of heaven were none other than the Ōtsutsuki!
Yu gripped his sword tightly, killing intent surging from him.
The candles illuminating the corridor flickered violently.
What exactly was that so-called incense offering?
Yu turned to look at the jar Tongtong held in her arms, and an answer he had yet to confirm had already formed in his mind...
The sorrow in his heart turned to fury... The mask of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure shifted into the face of wrath.
Slash! Slash!
Yu swung his sword and chopped the heavenly god's statue into several pieces.
Boom!
The shrine collapsed with a crash. Yu stepped through the river of blood before the shrine and stopped in front of the first girl's corpse, the one who had bled to death. A bamboo flute was tucked into the sash at her waist.
Yu crouched down, removed the bamboo flute, and closed the girl's unseeing eyes. He murmured, "You did nothing wrong. Life and death were never about right or wrong... Rest in peace, even if you are in hell."
Yu rose to his feet as Amaterasu's black flames blazed fiercely... The girl's remains and those of her clansmen turned to smoke