" The Amenominaka?"
Kukurihime-no-Kami couldn't hide her surprise.
She had certainly heard of Amenominaka; he was an indispensable name in the stories of Takamagahara.
Omoikane-no-Kami raised his head and looked at the huge head embedded in the black stone. His gaze was very calm, as if he were looking at a very old mountain.
"One of the original gods of Takamagahara. He predates Amaterasu and is closer to the source of heaven and earth than any of us."
Legend has it that when he was born, Takamagahara was still dark, and it was he who, with his own eyes, made the place light up for the first time.
When he ruled over the gods, Takamagahara never bowed to any being. The God Tree had not yet arrived, Ōtsutsuki did not yet exist.
The gods of that time were the true gods.
He paused, his voice lowering slightly.
"Later, the Ōtsutsuki arrived. Ōtsutsuki Isshiki led his men into Takamagahara."
No one expected that the battle would turn out like that.
All the Old Gods mobilized, even the oldest ones in Takamagahara awoke. They charged forward with Amenominaka, as if trying to tear the heavens back.
But the power of the Ōtsutsuki does not come from this world. It is more ancient and more unreasonable.
One by one, the old gods fell. In the end, it was Amenominaka himself.
Even he died at the hands of the Ōtsutsuki Clan.
So, do you understand why Great Goddess Amaterasu was so wary of Otsutsuki Kaguya?
Kukurihime-no-Kami listened quietly. She had never heard of these things before.
It's not in the Takamagahara, and Great Goddess Amaterasu has never mentioned it. It's as if someone deliberately tore this page of history out.
"He has been defeated," said Omoikane-no-Kami. "His body was completely shattered, and only his head fell back to Takamagahara. The old gods used their last strength to seal this place, hoping for an opportunity for the chief god to return from Yomi-tsu."
But this wait lasted for thousands of years. His life force was too weak; no one knew whether he could ever be resurrected.
Looking at that head, Kukurihime-no-Kami suddenly realized that it was more than just a god who had been dead for a long time.
It's like the last bone buried here in Takamagahara. Only this bone no longer has the strength to even stand up.
Kukurihime-no-Kami suddenly understood what Omoikane-no-Kami wanted her to do.
You want me to consume his memories?
"Yes." Omoikane-no-Kami nodded. "You need to see clearly what the Ōtsutsuki are from the memories of the Old Gods."
Your prophecy must begin with this. Only when you have witnessed that battle firsthand and obtained information about the Ōtsutsuki Clan will your prophecy be more accurate.
Kukurihime-no-Kami sighed softly.
"But if he absorbs Amenominaka Amanominaka's memories, then he will never have a chance to be resurrected."
Omoikane-no-Kami shrugged, looking completely indifferent.
Kukurihime didn't hesitate any longer, she just sighed softly.
She suddenly realized that her feelings were Omoikane-no-Kami could never understand.
She stepped forward, reached out her hand, and gently placed her palm on Amenominaka's forehead.
In that instant, it was as if she had been dragged into an extremely ancient sky.
She saw it; Takamagahara still very high. The gods stood on the sea of clouds, lined up like mountains.
Amaterasu was still young; standing behind Amenominaka, looking up at him, her eyes were full of light.
Then the sky split open. A man emerged from the crack. He was dressed in white with white hair, and his body was devoid of any human warmth.
Behind him followed many people, each one seemingly carved from a mold, silent and still, just standing there like rows of shadowless knives.
That's the Ōtsutsuki Clan.
"I never imagined that such lowly gods could be born from such an inferior race."
Amenominaka did not answer. He raised his hand.
In that instant, all the light in Takamagahara flowed into his palm.
The gods also shone brightly. That was the last time Takamagahara unleashed his full power. But Ōtsutsuki Isshiki merely raised his eyes.
The people behind him moved. The old gods rushed forward, like waves crashing against rocks, and shattered. The god of fire was pressed into the clouds by a hand, the god of thunder was torn in two, and the god of wind was reduced to ashes before he could even get close.
Kukurihime saw that Omoikane-no-Kami was also there. At that time, Omoikane-no-Kami was still young, standing outside the battlefield, and never moved.
He was simply observing, trying to memorize every single detail.
Finally, it was Amenominaka. He flew up and collided with Ōtsutsuki Isshiki.
The sky seemed to be torn open, and light and blood fell from the sky together.
She saw a black light sweep across Amenominaka's body, turning him to ash inch by inch from his chest downwards.
Only its head remained, falling from the sea of clouds and into the Yomi-tsu.
The video cut out.
Kukurihime-no-Kami withdrew her hand. She was panting heavily, as if she had been pulled out of the water. Her face was covered in cold sweat.
Even after seeing the Ōtsutsuki Clan in person, she was still intimidated by their haughty and arrogant nature.
We are facing such an enemy.
The life force on the enormous head gradually withered away.
It slowly turned into a withered head.
Amaterasu Tamanaka- sama has forever lost his chance to be resurrected.
Omoikane-no-Kami didn't look at her, but simply patted off non-existent dust from the hem of his clothes.
"Now you understand," said Omoikane-no-Kami.
Kukurihime didn't speak. She simply stood up straight slowly and nodded.
Omoikane-no-Kami glanced at Kukurihime-no-Kami's pale face. He extended his index finger, frowned, and put it into his mouth.
A drop of blood seeped from his index finger, Omoikane-no-Kami pressed his right hand to the ground. Countless runes instantly scattered.
After a puff of smoke, Katsuyu about half a person's height appeared in the open space.
It was a bit bigger than the last one, completely wet, and had a tiny bead on its head.
" Omoikane, is there anything I can help you with?" The Katsuyu's tone was as gentle as ever.
Give me the memories you've collected.
"No problem, Lord Omoikane, I've brought the items."
The Katsuyu opened its mouth and spat out a ball of light.
The ball of light hovered beside Omoikane-no-Kami's hand, and it seemed as if countless tiny images were rotating within it.
Omoikane-no-Kami fiddled with the white ball of light, letting it float to Kukurihime-no-Kami's lips.
"Eat it."
Kukurihime-no-Kami knew this was Omoikane-no-Kami's ability, and without hesitation, she opened her mouth and inhaled the white ball of light.
Kukurihime-no-Kami's body stiffened abruptly, and countless images flashed through her pupils simultaneously.
She saw Shinsei's Flying Thunder God, Madara's Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands, and how they killed Susanoo and absorbed the gods' power into their eyes like food.
But her eyes gradually brightened, as if something had been rekindled.
After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes.
I feel the river of time flowing again.
Omoikane-no-Kami smiled, his expression showing both relief and a sense of accomplishment.
Kukurihime knew that some things were different now.
A gentle breeze carried the flow of the Yomi-tsu, and apart from the withered portrait, everything seemed unchanged.
But a hint of joy welled up from the bottom of Kukurihime-no-Kami's heart.
Finally, we could see the shadows of the two giant whales in the turbulent river.
Although it is still faint and blurry, it is no longer blank.
That's enough. The first step that Takamagahara truly wanted has only just begun.