Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

Chapter 359 Dreaming for 400 years

“Sister, you are here!”

When the sky clears up after snow, an august young general on a rare warhorse of Nihon is shining in the sun. Edo is flooded, and blood is everywhere in the General’s Office. However, they have no impact on this teenager. Of course, he is Lin Luodong.

Luodong doesn’t forget who he is?

Lin Luoran wants to ask him a lot of questions. She is also worried about Huang Weijian since she doesn’t see him.

Lin Luodong holds the reins, “Tokugawa Ieyasu, you have dreamed for four hundred years. Now you still don’t want to wake up?! Do you really want these puppets to put on a good show of conquering Edo?”

The flawless sky has cracked and light from the real world is about to pour down at any time.

Fire phoenix destroyed the black statue so this perfect dream now has a crack. That’s also the reason why Lin Luodong can subjugate Edo with Toyotomi Hideyori’s army—this is something that has never happened in the history of Nihon or in the memory of Tokugawa Ieyasu.

“You guys push me on this. Whoever is standing in my way must die!” Tokugawa Ieyasu’s pupils are all black and his anger is burning. The clear sky gradually darkens. A monster with eight heads and eight tails suddenly appears above the General’s Office.

Its eyes are red, its back is full of moss and trees, and its chest is bleeding and festering. There is a cloud floating above its head, which is going to rain any time. The sky becomes dark because of its huge body as big as a mountain shutting out the light of the sun, as well as the misty cloud above its head.

“Yamata no Orochi!”

Lin Luoran and many other people here all recognize this monster. It’s aggressive Yamata no Orochi in Nihonese mythology which represents the “flooding river”. It wags its tails. Then Lin Luoran realizes it has raised up many people with its tails.

Among those hostages, Lin Luoran knows people like Huang Weijian, Cui Hejian, and Sixie in the Mu family. As for those she doesn’t know, they must be the Chinese tour group and several international students who have initially disappeared.

This monster probably won’t catch missing Nihonese to threaten Lin Luoran—she is not a woman with a strong international aid spirit.

“Orochi, you have tried so hard to lead me here. Do you just want to show me how good Tokugawa Ieyasu is at making dreams?” Lin Luoran’s body is very small compared to that of Yamata no Orochi. But her momentum is not less than its.

Quoting from arrogant fire phoenix, she is still a “true god”. Orochi is just a semi-finished monster that does everything it can to earn the name of God. Even if she may lose this battle, she will never lose her momentum. First of all, she can’t back down before she has the opportunity to survive.

“Little Huaxia cultivator, since you know I led you here, you still chose to be the leader with your personal ability of only Bearing Essence. You people from Huaxia never learn anything.” It says one sentence and then moves its head around during the pause. It continually uses different mouths to speak and its sound comes from several directions like thunder. Mr. Lin, Yuan Ye, and Ye Xiaobei are weak in personal ability so they all feel a thrill.

Lin Luodong even falls off the horse. Mr. Lin catches him and lets him stand at his side.

But ordinary people like Lin Qingxue and surviving shogunate samurais in the courtyard feel nothing.

Lin Luoran is not hurt but still mocks it, “You mischievous water monster also wants to deify yourself. Do you really think all Gods in heaven are dead and Tao of nature can do nothing to you?!”

Orochi stretches out his second head and says in a muffled voice, “After four hundred years of hard work, I only have a 50 percent chance. Luckily, you come to me yourself and now I am definitely sure of my success.”

A fresh breeze brings Lin Luoran in the air. She strolls on clouds and looks down at Yamata no Orochi from a higher position.

“Four hundred years ago, you persuaded Tokugawa Ieyasu to expand the Hongu Sengen Grand Shrine at the top of Mount Fuji. Taking advantage of it, you turned the derelict Sengen Grand Shrine into your own Taoist field and began to steal the power of faith belonging to the goddess of Mount Fuji, Konohananosakuyahime. You want to deify yourself in this way, am I right?”

The blood on Yamata no Orochi’s festering chest is so fetid and it even looks uglier when the monster is twisting its body.

The stinking smell spread with its twisting head.