" Otsutsuki Kaguya? That outsider from the Ōtsutsuki Clan?" Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was anything but calm.
"That's right." Omoikane-no-Kami nodded matter-of-factly. "You saw that white sphere hanging in the sky just now. That enormous thing was Otsutsuki Kaguya's doing."
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto exhaled and then nodded slightly.
"The two great gods Kamimusubi-no-Kami and Takamimusubi-no-Kami, are on the verge of death. Therefore, I can only use illusions to make them activate their Yin-Yang Power once."
Omoikane-no-Kami bowed slightly and gestured for him to enter.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"For the sake of Takamagahara, Omoikane-no-Kami Omoikane needs no further words."
A voice suddenly rang out from the vast cave.
Everyone turned to look.
He was a very thin man dressed in black, with unbound white hair.
His skin was so white it was almost blinding, as if it had been hidden in a dark room for a long time without seeing the sun.
"That's quite an ability," Omoikane-no-Kami's eyes lit up, praising him repeatedly.
"It's astonishing that even the three of us gods didn't discover you. If it weren't for this upheaval in Takamagahara, we probably would never have seen your true form."
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's face remained expressionless, and she didn't say anything more. Instead, she walked slowly to the bottom of the cave.
Looking up at the bodies of the two gods above, he gently extended his finger.
Omoikane-no-Kami watched Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto figure, a glint of light flickered in his eyes, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.
In an instant, the ground beneath their feet was no longer stone, but a surging sea of clouds. Above them were no longer black rock walls, but a corner of the sky that had turned purple. The illusion had unfolded.
Takamagahara is still intact.
The cloud steps have not collapsed, the temple has not tilted, and the gods have not yet dispersed.
The Kamimusubi-no-Kami, stood at the forefront of all the gods.
His figure was so tall that it was somewhat indistinct, like a mountain that had come from ancient times.
Its entire body was bluish-white, like a statue frozen deep in the depths of time. Takamimusubi-no-Kami stood beside him, with black and red lines spreading from the side of his neck to his palms, like an unquenched volcano hidden within him.
Amaterasu stood outside the illusion, motionless. When she saw the two figures, her fingertips trembled slightly.
Kukurihime-no-Kami discovered it, but dared not look any further. This illusion was the last dream that Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto wove for the two ancient gods with his last remaining clarity.
In the dream, the enemy had already arrived.
It was a faceless figure that slowly descended from the cracked sky.
There was no light, no sound. He raised his hand, and countless blades of light suddenly fell from the purple sky. Before the gods could react, they were sliced down in droves.
The sea of clouds was stained dark red with blood and ash. The Kamimusubi-no-Kami let out an extremely deep roar.
He raised his arms, and a bluish-white Yin Power surged from his body, like an ice river drawn from the earth's core.
Wherever it passed, the ash in the air frosted over. At the same time, Takamimusubi-no-Kami also made its move.
The dark red Yang Power surged forth from his palm like fire that overturned the earth.
The two forces of Yin and Yang did not merge, but instinctively emerged side by side, as pure as when day and night first separated.
It's done.
All the illusions vanished, leaving only a faint, black-and-white light in mid-air. That light gathered and dispersed, constantly colliding.
Yin and Yang intertwined there, then separated. Finally, the black and white intertwined point of light fell from the illusion and landed in Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's palm.
The cave returned to its original state. The divine light was still shining, but it was dimmer than before.
"This is the Yin-Yang Seed."
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto turned around and handed the light to Omoikane-no-Kami.
Omoikane-no-Kami did not immediately reach out. He glanced at the two orbs of divine light, as if assessing how long they could last.
Then he took it and tucked the seed into his sleeve. His movements were extremely slow, as if he were putting away something that shouldn't have been born.
"This is truly remarkable; it can even bring life to a god."
Omoikane-no-Kami clicked his tongue in amazement, he caught a glimpse of the anger radiating from Amaterasu's face out of the corner of his eye, and immediately shut his mouth again.
After a moment, he looked at Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto and said seriously.
"Just one seed is too risky. Please, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, collect it again."
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto looked up at him, the silver light in her eyes fading slightly.
"The two great gods are already on the verge of death. If they collect Yin-Yang Power again, they probably won't be able to hold on any longer."
Therefore, I refuse your request.
Hehehehehehehe!
Omoikane-no-Kami's shoulders trembled, and he suddenly burst into laughter.
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto narrowed her eyes, her face already showing signs of anger.
"My Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, you seem to have misunderstood something. Takamagahara is also dying!"
Omoikane-no-Kami's voice grew louder, though there was no sign of anger, but he spoke with utter certainty.
"Those two are ancient gods, two ancient gods who are about to die. Takamagahara is almost gone, so what's wrong with sacrificing two ancient gods who are about to die?"
"Hmph." Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto was not Omoikane-no-Kami's noble cause.
" Omoikane-no-Kami, all you're saying is that you're going to sacrifice other people's lives to plan your schemes."
The two great gods Kamimusubi Takamimusubi, ended up in this state because of Takamagahara.
Unlike you, Omoikane, I remember the achievements of those two great figures, and I would never sacrifice their last hope of survival to fulfill the so-called righteousness you speak of!
Omoikane-no-Kami shrugged.
"It seems you're still as stubborn as ever, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto. Takamagahara has come to this point, and you're still clinging to your own little bit of justice."
Thus, I defy the will of the gods. Lord Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, you believe that I am called the God of Wisdom by the gods, so can't you fathom your thoughts?"
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto snorted coldly.
"So what if I guessed? Do you think I won't be wary of you just because you brought Great Goddess Amaterasu with you?"
The sound of Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's voice still lingered, but the people had already begun to disperse.
His body, like a thin mist blown away by the wind, gradually lost its outline.
Omoikane-no-Kami's gaze had already been fixed on him, and he raised his hand almost at the same moment.
A thin beam of silver light shot out from between his fingers and pierced through Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's chest.
However, Omoikane-no-Kami's attack seemed to have no effect, and Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's body dissipated like Utakata.
His voice echoed throughout the enormous cave, making it impossible to discern which way to go.
"Of all the gods, I've always hated you the most. Omoikane, your constant urge to manipulate people's hearts is as disgusting as a maggot."
"So you really were hiding it all along." Omoikane-no-Kami slowly withdrew his hand, his face showing no surprise whatsoever, nor any anger at Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's analogy.
"So you don't need your true form to make those two ancient gods move again. Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, your Genjutsu are more profound than I thought."
"Hehehe." Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's voice echoed from the cave, seemingly coming from all directions, "Your disappointment is truly delightful."
Omoikane-no-Kami no longer sought him out. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Amaterasu.
" Amaterasu, haven't you made up your mind yet?"
Amaterasu sighed softly. Black flames emanated from her body, without direction or warning.
The next moment, the entire cave burst into flames. Black flames clung to the stone walls, the ground, and the cave ceiling, like reflective snakes, engulfing all the shadows.
They don't burn the stones, but it's as if they want to burn away everything hidden in the shadows.
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto didn't call out, but his body finally fell out of the edge of the Kakkō.
Like a white shadow squeezed out of the black water, it staggered back to the stone wall.
The black flames didn't burn him, but they had already forced him into a corner with nowhere to hide.
He looked up at Amaterasu. Amaterasu did not look at him.
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's eyes held endless grief and indignation.
"Do you want me dead too?"
Amaterasu did not answer. She simply stood there, just as she had that night under the moonlight. But this time, Kurohan spoke for her.
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto stopped dodging. He suddenly raised his hands and grabbed at the direction of Omoikane-no-Kami, his face turning crazed.
"Trying to control me won't be so easy, Omoikane-no-Kami!"
Omoikane-no-Kami felt a blur before his eyes, and he was dragged into an extremely empty and dark place.
There was no Amaterasu. There was no Kukurihime. Not even a shadow of the God Tree or the moon.
He looked down and found himself bound to a Taiseki by streaks of white, illusory light.
The pillar seemed to grow from the end of an ancient dream, its body covered with eye-like patterns.
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto appeared before Omoikane-no-Kami, holding a longsword made of white Natural Energy.
Omoikane-no-Kami recognized the divine weapon as Susanoo's Kusanagi Sword.
Welcome to my world! Everything here is under my control, from time and space to even life itself.
No matter how long we stay in this space, only a moment passes in the outside world.
Therefore, Omoikane-no-Kami- sama, you will suffer endless torment for the next month.
I hope you don't break down too soon, Omoikane-no-Kami- sama!