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Chapter 636 636: The True Application of the Myriad Tribulations Yin Spirit Underworld Body

Kaito Shirogane ascended higher and higher into the air. Now that his body had completely recovered, even the current Wanda could no longer easily dominate him.

With his body infused with [Ki], Kaito naturally possessed a structural baseline resistance to all kinds of specialized abilities. Moreover, his flesh had once again returned to an absolute, flawless state of perfection.

And furthermore...

[True Phoenix Blood (Incomparably Rare)]

Effect: A strand of True Phoenix Blood flows within your veins. You permanently gain an additional 30% Fire Immunity and a 10% extra resistance against all other Authorities. (This effect scales dynamically as the concentration of True Phoenix Blood increases.)

His very first Nirvana had yielded an exceptionally powerful characteristic. Although it could not yet compare to a true, complete Primitive Precious Art, the description of the [Ten Phoenix Nirvana Art] explicitly stated that as long as he could continuously execute successful Nirvanas, this ability would eventually evolve into the absolute pinnacle of the True Phoenix Heritage: the [Hundred Days Ten Phoenix Nirvana Art].

When that time came, actively triggering Nirvana would allow Kaito to rapidly and seamlessly adapt to farm various unique traits, authorities, and immunities on a whim.

He lowered his eyelids, entirely ignoring the Tree Herder, who was still holding up Odin's blood like a desperate beggar on the ground below.

Kaito flew coldly into the upper atmosphere, making a sharp pulling motion with his hand. Artoria caught the intent instantly and leaped high into the air to join him.

However, right before she breached the clouds, the cold, expressionless King of Knights paused to cast a parting glance at the broken, despondent Tree Herder.

"Survive," she noted flatly. "Only then do you retain any semblance of value."

To a certain extent, Artoria had already been heavily influenced by Kaito's fundamental worldview—whether it was her current tyrannical approach to kingship or her core understanding of raw power.

Her thoughts were drifting closer and closer to Kaito's methodology.

Just like the decaying, fragmented domain of the D45 world: no matter how highly she regarded that red-haired Saint, a gentle, saintly rule was fundamentally useless to a world that was already structurally ruined.

Only an absolute, merciless, and completely unrestrained wave of pure, tyrannical violence—like the one Kaito wielded—could genuinely rewrite the fate of the masses.

Faced with true, absolute darkness, humanity did not require the moral teachings of a benevolent sovereign. They required the violent, unyielding salvation of a Conqueror.

Therefore, Artoria understood perfectly well why Kaito looked down on the Tree Herder despite his proactive attempt to swear fealty.

The man might possess a rare, specialized skillset, but his inner spirit was fundamentally weak.

When cornered by Solomon's sheer power, he had instantly thrown every single one of his chips and hopes onto Mercenary Tao, possessing absolutely zero capacity or resolve to break the deadlock through his own martial agency.

If Kaito had actually been erased by Wanda inside that illusion, the Tree Herder would have been instantly devoured by Solomon without a shred of resistance. In fact, Solomon wouldn't even need to lift a finger; the Snow Witch alone would have slaughtered him clean.

This kind of spineless, codependent dependency disgusted Kaito to his core.

The Tree Herder was brilliant, and he cleanly deduced the exact same conclusion from Artoria's parting warning. He stared at the bottle of Odin's divine blood in his hand. No other Reincarnators had entered this world, rendering his primary proxy-seeding methods highly restricted. How was he supposed to flip the board?

Suddenly, a sinister, chaotic glint flashed within his eyes. Utilizing the window where everyone's absolute attention was locked onto Mercenary Tao's terrifying spiritual army, his figure began to sink millimeter by millimeter into the fractured concrete, melting directly into the subterranean network.

He moved with maximum velocity toward the frozen, completely defenseless form of Yun Wujiu. He was going to forcefully convert Yun Wujiu into his brand-new Divine Envoy!

A Divine Envoy anchored by the raw, unmitigated power of the Odinforce!

Watching the entire subterranean sequence unfold via his sensory web, a faint, genuinely amused smile finally split Kaito's face.

In the next moment, a colossal swarm of hundreds of thousands of yin spirits blacked out the sky like a plague of locusts, trailing directly behind Kaito as he vacated the airspace. The apocalyptic scale of the spiritual army left the surviving native population completely white-faced with sheer, primal terror.

Deep within the shadows of a ruined shopping district, a heavily guarded Ebony Maw—escorting the maimed Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive—watched the sky-tearing spectacle with narrow, calculating eyes.

"So your conclusion is," Ebony Maw murmured, his telekinetic fields humming, "that only by forcefully summoning Lord Thanos directly to these coordinates can we hope to secure a definitive victory in this conflict?"

Hakumen stared up at the sky, watching Kaito casually flaunt a level of spiritual dominance that she believed should have rightfully belonged to her. Her face was twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated venom.

Yes, she firmly believed to her very core that the foundational power Kaito was currently utilizing was supposed to be hers. If it hadn't been for that deceitful, subhuman monster launching a treacherous ambush while she was locked in a lethal stalemate against Kay in the Jujutsu Kaisen world—

If he hadn't systematically hijacked the core ritual nodes from beneath her nose, this unique physical constitution capable of housing and manipulating an infinite legion of yin spirits would be hers to command!

And she arrogantly believed that had this constitution landed in her hands, she would have wielded it with an efficiency that far surpassed Kaito's.

Kaito Shirogane was a pure, unrefined martial brute, completely obsessed with physical body tempering and martial arts. He had effectively left the most terrifying latent traits of this god-tier constitution completely dormant for multiple world cycles.

He was only just beginning to tap into its systemic applications now.

Kaito's previous primitive methodology of treating an entire army of high-tier spirits as mere passive "battery cells" to fuel his personal energy reserves had practically made Hakumen laugh out of sheer professional mockery.

But now, seeing him deploy those yin spirits as an active, high-efficiency network, her heart bled with pure professional jealousy.

"Mr. Maw, are you still blind to the reality of the board?" Hakumen spat, her tone sharp. "There are at least four or five native entities currently active on this grid whose individual combat metrics completely eclipse your own. If you do not force Lord Thanos to execute a direct orbital insertion, you have absolutely zero chance of resolving this incident."

"Furthermore... Odin is dead~"

Hakumen threw out her absolute highest-tier tactical bait. The death of the Lord of the Nine Realms meant that the various ancient cosmic horrors lurking in the dark no longer possessed a single reason to hold back against Earth.

While the group conversed, they navigated the ruined blocks. In the distance, the black-and-white fallen angel was once again attempting to execute a mass slaughter, but the combined intervention of Captain Marvel and Chaos Wanda was successfully pinning him down, systematically denying him the capacity to mindlessly level New York at his leisure.

Suddenly, Hakumen halted her pace. Her ears twitched as she caught a series of tiny, muffled gasps of terror.

It had been an incredibly long time since she had last savored the raw sound of human fear. With a lazy flick of his finger, Ebony Maw unleashed a localized telekinetic pulse that cleanly tore away the exterior brick wall of a nearby storefront, exposing a cluster of seven or eight cowering human civilians hiding within the ruins.

Hakumen's face instantly smoothed into an expression of naked, sadistic malice as she glided toward the huddle. Predictably, the defensive line formed by two heavy-set corporate men and a blonde woman instantly buckled, their legs turning to jelly as they collapsed into the dust with pale, trembling faces.

She extended her hand, a cluster of eerie, pale blue foxfire igniting at her fingertips. She had almost forgotten how intoxicating it felt to hold absolute, unilateral dominion over the life and death of the weak.

"Mom! Mom, stand behind me! I'll protect you!"

A fierce, high-pitched voice rang out. Cletus Parker, still clutching his headless Hulk action figure tightly in his tiny fist, squeezed out from the center of the panicked huddle. His young face possessed absolutely zero fear as he spread his small arms wide, planting himself resolutely in front of the adults.

"Parker!"

Ignoring the mother's desperate, hysterical shriek, Hakumen's face remained entirely expressionless as she drove her flame-clad fingers straight toward the boy's chest. She thoroughly despised the look in this child's eyes.

An insect who possessed absolutely zero understanding of true terror naturally lacked the capacity to revere a predator like her.

As the concentrated streams of foxfire snaked toward the boy, George—who had been shivering in absolute paralysis at the very back of the huddle—finally reached his breaking point. He could not sit by and watch his naive, innocent little brother be reduced to ash.

With his entire body stiff with terror, he lunged forward, throwing his weight into a desperate tackle. He had already mentally compiled his own end; he would likely be incinerated alive by that blue fire. His only hope was that right before he died, he could forcefully show his little brother the absolute truth:

Reality was just reality. There was no romance, no grand design, and... there were no heroes.

Boom!

A heavy, concussive impact echoed through the ruined storefront. Hakumen stared in stunned disbelief at the blonde child, who remained standing entirely unmoved, before she even realized what had transpired. The pale blue foxfire had landed squarely against the boy's small frame.

Young Parker, mimicking the exact memory of the black-haired superhero's casual movements, was currently completely shrouded in a dense, pitch-black armor of pure energy. He used one hand to effortlessly hoist his off-balance older brother back into the safety of the huddle, while his other arm formed an absolute, unyielding shield that cleanly blocked the sub-zero blue flames.

Then, his small body executed a sharp, fluid pivot.

Thud!

George spun through the air, stumbling for a few paces before finding his footing safely behind the corporate line.

Hakumen stared at her signature foxfire, which was currently being completely and effortlessly neutralized by a dense, flawless coat of Armament Haki. Her expression turned entirely livid.

That absolute bastard, Mercenary Tao... you're even interfering with me down to a trivial level like this?!

Looking at the boy before her, whose entire frame was now perfectly armored in a high-density coat of Armament Haki, his gaze unshakeable and his spirit visibly forging into something monumentally powerful, she knew with absolute certainty that Kaito's hand was all over this anomaly.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a bright, booming voice echoed from the sky directly above them.

Ebony Maw, Parker, Hakumen, and the surviving civilians all snapped their heads skyward. A lone figure was hovering lazily in the air, casually holding a black-armored female knight by the collar.

Ebony Maw immediately dropped into a high-alert combat stance, but Kaito Shirogane didn't waste a single look on him. However, he could read Hakumen's mind like an open book; if she wanted to forcefully pull Thanos into this grid, it suited his objectives perfectly.

The path ahead was growing clearer by the second. At this stage of the operation, the more high-tier powerhouses and galactic factions that crashed into this world, the better!

"Hakumen, drop the petty games and fall into step. We're going to systematically strip this world clean!"

Kaito extended his hand. Possessing absolutely zero capacity to resist the gravitational traction, Hakumen was violently sucked skyward by an invisible vacuum force. Her face carried a rare, genuine flash of panic as Kaito cleanly grabbed her by the scruff and shot into the stratosphere like a missile.

On the ground below, young Parker was still waving his small, black-clad hand frantically toward the receding streak of light, desperately trying to show the superhero that he had successfully protected his family just like he did.

But the sky gave no reply, causing a heavy wave of disappointment to sink into his chest.

"Parker... what on earth... what did you just do?!"

Amidst the chaotic, panicked whispers of the civilians, Ebony Maw faded into the shadows alongside his commanders, vanishing completely from the sector. He had zero interest in slaughtering native cattle to validate his power metrics.

And furthermore... he now had to seriously, meticulously calculate the parameters of the human girl's proposal.

The monster that had just hovered above them was fundamentally distinct from the entity he had analyzed inside Stark Tower earlier. It was as if Kaito Shirogane had structurally evolved into an entirely different classification of apex predator.

"Who goes there? Freeze!"

New York was currently trapped in a state of absolute, widespread hysteria following the cataclysmic collapse of Manhattan. Within the secure perimeter of Oscorp Industries, a heavily armed corporate tactical detachment suddenly watched a man with long black hair and a massive uchiwa fan slung across his back march directly toward the primary security gates with his arms crossed.

The guards immediately unholstered their high-caliber sidearms, screaming commands into the courtyard.

Madara Uchiha merely opened his eyes.

In the very next instant, a chaotic, deafening crossfire erupted as the tactical detachment began to mindlessly and frantically slaughter each other. A lone surviving commander stepped forward with a vacant, glazed expression, systematically overriding the security lockouts to welcome Madara into the high-tech facility.

Madara let out a cold, deeply disgusted snort. To think that a legend of his stature was being directed by a mortal host to scavenge for crude, primitive biological tech!

He had effectively forgotten the specific narrative details regarding things like the Green Goblin Serum, but possessing the Sharingan meant he only needed to locate the highest-ranking research director on the grid to systematically extract every single drop of proprietary data and resources the corporation possessed.

Simultaneously, within the hidden folds of the New York Sanctum, Wong turned to face Doctor Strange with an intensely grave expression, demanding for the third time to know why they were still sitting on their hands while the city above was being systematically leveled.

But Stephen Strange merely shook his head firmly. He knew with absolute clarity that the moment the primary wards of the Sanctum were deactivated to allow them passage, the resulting spatial breach would trigger an irreversible, apocalyptic outcome.

The entities operating outside were explicitly using the global chaos to bait the Sanctum into exposing its archives.

Stationed directly over the structural coordinates of the Sanctum, Minato Namikaze scratched the back of his head as he continuously verified his spatial markers. To his senses, there was absolutely nothing occupying these coordinates—let alone a grand archive he could infiltrate to plunder high-tier magic.

However, his personal desire for resurrection was incredibly detached, which meant his operational efficiency regarding the optional mission objectives was exceptionally passive. He contentedly anchored himself to the spot, waiting to execute a precise ambush whenever a variable manifested.

Down another commercial avenue, Peter Parker—fully clad in his Spider-Man suit—stared at the three figures blockading his path with a thoroughly bewildered expression.

"Are you guys... absolutely certain you've targeted the right guy?"

Black Face methodically extended his sensory perception across Peter's biological framework. He failed to capture a single trace of the unique, divine spatial connection to the [Spider-Totem] that Hakumen had detailed in her notes.

However, to guarantee absolute tactical safety, he decided to secure the target regardless.

Just as his hand drifted toward the hilt of his white odachi, the Millennium Bug stepped forward, executing a precise Cursed Speech syllable:

"Sleep!"

Peter Parker's cognitive functions instantly fractured into a heavy daze. Swaying unsteadily for a fraction of a second, his body collapsed limply onto the asphalt.

While his resurrected yin generals systematically began to pillage the primary tech and mystical vaults across the eastern seaboard, Kaito Shirogane had already crossed the globe, materializing within an absolute, frozen wilderness of pure ice and sub-zero gales.

Antarctica. Lake Vostok.

Merely standing atop the glacial shelf, his senses could distinctly capture an entity possessing an incredibly high, terrifyingly ancient biological tier slumbering directly beneath his boots!

And that entity was his primary objective.

Kaito fully expanded the sensory grid of his Mantra network across the sector, easily mapping a few scattered observation outposts belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D. He paid the primitive human assets absolutely no mind.

With a flash of golden light in his right hand, a grand, majestic spear manifested.

Odin's personal divine weapon: Gungnir!

The very instant the Spear of Destiny materialized, a dense network of complex Rune arrays automatically ignited beneath the deep ice layers.

During a forgotten epoch in ancient history, an early God of Thunder from Asgard had fought a cataclysmic war against Grendel—a titanic, symboite dragon dispatched directly by Knull, the God of the Void—ultimately sealing the primordial horror deep within this abyssal shelf.

And now, to forcefully harvest an even greater threshold of biological evolution and physical adaptability for his flesh, Kaito had specifically mapped the coordinates of this ancient, supreme symbiote construct.

The Symbiote Dragon: Grendel!

The beast was a direct, living chunk of primordial darkness torn straight out of the Living Abyss by Knull, the Lord of the Abyss, given form and conscious agency under the terrifying archetype of a [Dragon].

During its zenith, it had breached the galactic rim, systematically extinguishing countless interstellar civilizations before it was anchored and sealed beneath this frozen wasteland.

Kaito Shirogane slowly drove the tip of Gungnir into the glacier. Strands of pure, golden divine light began to systematically snake downward through the ice. Within a few seconds, the deep, structural screech of ancient sealing arrays breaking apart began to echo through the shelf.

And right on its heels came a rising wave of pure, abyssal malice rising from the deep.

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