The Spirit World.
In the sky, the once azure, jewel-like heavens suddenly rippled with an eerie light, followed by the appearance of a massive vortex.
The vortex spun rapidly, its edges crackling with electricity, the surrounding air currents churning wildly, and the wind howling.
A figure slowly emerged from the vortex. He was tall and imposing, with a face as white as jade, exquisite features, and deep, mysterious eyes that held an unfathomable allure.
This man was Fang Xian, who had come alone.
This time, he didn't rush to leave. He simply hovered silently in the air, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the area below, seemingly waiting for something.
Soon, the astute patrol team noticed this anomaly.
A group of team members in uniform rushed from all directions, flying rapidly towards Fang Xian's location.
Fang Xian's lips curled into a slight, disdainful sneer.
When the patrolmen surrounded him, he showed no panic, simply raising his hand and flicking it lightly.
In an instant, a powerful force erupted from him, like a surging wave, instantly engulfing the surrounding patrolmen.
Before they could react, they were obliterated by this force.
In the blink of an eye, the once-aggressive group was all dead, leaving only their captain teetering in mid-air.
Fang Xian flashed forward, appearing before the captain instantly. He reached out, gently gripping the captain's neck and lifting him up.
The captain, his face filled with terror, struggled desperately to break free from Fang Xian's control, only to find his strength as insignificant as an ant before Fang Xian.
"You...who are you?"
The captain managed to squeeze out a few words.
Fang Xian didn't answer, only coldly staring at him, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.
He used "Fire Illusion Technique" to directly probe the captain's inner thoughts.
Using "Fire Illusion Technique," Fang Xian swiftly browsed his captain's memories as easily as flipping through a book, extracting the information he needed.
A moment later, a look of satisfaction flashed in Fang Xian's eyes.
From the captain's memories, he learned that the races of the Spirit God World were divided into two main categories: Undead and Death Gods.
Undead fed on human flesh. With each living being they devoured, they absorbed its power, making themselves stronger and more terrifying.
Like the embodiment of nightmares, they silently infiltrated human towns and villages under the cover of night.
Wherever they went, cries of agony filled the air, blood splattered everywhere, and once peaceful homes were instantly transformed into hell on earth.
In contrast, there were Death Gods, who bore the heavy responsibility of protecting peace on earth.
They wore black robes, radiating a holy and powerful light, forming a stark contrast to the dark aura of the Undead.
The Grim Reapers possess extraordinary power and superb combat skills. They are adept at using various mystical spells and weapons to engage in fierce battles against the undead.
In the world of spirits, the war between the undead and the Grim Reapers has never ceased.
The Grim Reapers who protect humanity are: the Ghost Slayer Corps, the Gotei 13, and the Jujutsu Masters.
The Ghost Slayer Corps specializes in Breathing Techniques and utilizes various elements in combat.
The Gotei 13 (or Gotei 13) primarily utilize weapons, using Bankai to unleash their weapons' strongest forms to gain power.
Pyromancers are proficient in various spells, cursed tools, and sorcery, possessing a wide range of skills.
These three forces are the strongest human organizations in the Spirit God World and the main fighting force against the undead.
The undead are categorized as: Spectral Spirits, Cursed Spirits, and Demonic Spirits.
The undead's fighting style is relatively simple, relying primarily on their physical bodies and spiritual power for attacks.
Their bodies are extremely powerful, their reactions are incredibly agile, and their abilities in all aspects far surpass those of humans.
Since the "Extraterrestrial War," although the undead and the Death Gods have cooperated, they have been constantly engaging in underhanded tactics and are not truly united.
The captain doesn't know the location of the most crucial "World Origin," but based on the information he possesses, he deduces that it is highly likely to be among the three major Death God factions.
Having obtained this information, Fang Xian casually crushed the captain, then turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the horizon.
...
A Village
Deep in the mountains, surrounded by lush, dense forests, the trees so thick they block out the sun, allowing rays to filter through the leaves and create golden beams of light.
A crystal-clear stream flows merrily through the village, its babbling brook bringing life and vitality to the village.
Villagers often wash clothes and vegetables by the stream, while children play and laugh, splashing up sparkling droplets.
Most of the village houses are built primarily of wood, some with thick thatched roofs, others with neatly laid tiles; from a distance, they appear varied and rustic.
When cooking, wisps of smoke rise from the rooftops, adding a touch of warmth and life to the village.
There are also workshops in the village that specialize in forging Nichirin swords; inside, the roar of the forges and the whistling of the hammer blend together.
The swordsmiths, shirtless and flushed, sweat streaming down their foreheads, were intently forging sharp weapons.
The villagers' attire was also quite distinctive. On ordinary days, the men typically wore simple, plain-colored kimonos with dark sashes, loose hakama trousers, and simple wooden clogs or straw sandals, convenient for working in the fields or gathering firewood in the mountains.
The women's kimonos were more brightly colored, printed with various beautiful patterns: delicate pink cherry blossoms, fiery red maple leaves, and graceful birds.
They would carefully style their hair into buns, adorned with exquisite hairpins or small hair ornaments, appearing gentle and charming.
Fang Xian walked through the village, experiencing their way of life.
Among them were the most numerous people, the swordsmiths, who forged swords called—Nichirin swords.
Nichirin Blades are the exclusive swords of the Demon Slayer Corps. Made of a special material, they can be used in conjunction with the Corps' breathing techniques to produce unique attack effects.
Fang Xian walked to the blacksmith's shop and picked up a Nichirin Blade to test it.
The blade was engraved with the words "Destroy Demons" and some unique patterns.
He lightly swung the blade, feeling the air being swiftly sliced through with unimpeded fluidity.
Just then, a clear voice rang out beside him.
"Uncle Village, I've come to get my sword."
Fang Xian glanced at the woman beside him, his eyes lighting up.
The woman's full, rosy lips curved slightly upward, adorned with a radiant smile that revealed a set of perfectly white teeth, a sight that was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
Fang Xian used his "Eye of Insight" on her.
[Name: Mitsuri Kanroji
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: 96
Figure: 96
Height: 167cm
Character: Impeccable
Affection: 0]