Chapter 397 Sword Master Miyamoto Musashi
Seeing that no one was comforting his emotions that had just been aroused, Yu Shenglin couldn't help but complain.

"Really? I've been so irritable my whole life."

Yu Shengli's current job is a part-time secretary. He had been planning to convey the latest information about the ocean war, but unexpectedly someone had forgotten about it.

The current situation in the ocean is changing every day. Ever since the Mermaid Kingdom abandoned the Coral Dragon Palace some time ago, the war between mermaids and mermen has officially begun.

The mermaids sent out an army of 200 to fight against million mermen. Although the number difference was nearly times, the two sides were evenly matched and neither gave in.

Battles between eighth-level demons are happening every day, and there may even be battles between ninth-level true gods. The scale of this is so large that humans cannot conceal it at all. The corpses of mermaids and mermen are washed ashore every day, and it has become a hot topic on the Internet.

The whole country has no idea where these fishmen came from, but their huge numbers have caused huge waves in every war, which has seriously affected the existence of the Tokyo route. Longteng Shipping, which has just become the third largest shipping company in the country, has also been greatly affected.

Under such circumstances, the Angry Sea Department asked whether to intervene but was rejected by Yuzuru Nagayama, and even the fishman's request for help was rejected.

Anyway, the fish-man army was heading straight for the Mermaid Kingdom in the Seto Sea, and the battle was not one-sided. Yuzuru Nagayama felt that it was not the time to intervene yet, and should wait for the Mermaid Kingdom to hold out.

The mermaid kingdom, which possesses ninth-level combat power, is a thorn in the eyes of Yuzuru Nagayama. The entire sea area near Neon only needs one overlord.

At the entrance of the Sword Saint Club secret realm, an eighth-level Sword Saint led three seventh-level Sword Saints waiting for a long time. The eighth-level Sword Saint was named Miyamoto Musashi, who was born in the late Warring States period, the same era as Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, and Tokugawa Ieyasu.

These heroes of the Warring States Period have long since turned to dust, but Miyamoto Musashi not only left his name as a sword saint in history, but even after faking his death and quitting the kendo fighting circle, he continued to advance rapidly for nearly three hundred years, breaking through the eighth level and reaching the limit of human beings, and even took charge of the top force, the Sword Saint Society.

Among the other three seventh-level sword masters, one is a lone man, and the other two are members of first-rate forces.

Now the four of them were waiting for the powerful warrior who had already reached the ninth level, Nagayama Yuzuru. When this Dragon King who had been in the limelight in recent times appeared, the four of them were extremely respectful to him.

Miyamoto Musashi: "Your Majesty, the Dragon King, is welcome to visit the Sword Saint Society."

Your Majesty?
Yuzuru Nagayama: "President Miyamoto, you are too polite. I think President Miyamoto knows the purpose of my visit."

Miyamoto Musashi: "Of course, please follow me."

Miyamoto Musashi explained as he led the way.

"Of course I understand. Our Sword Saint Club has never given up on finding the Sword Saint Secret Realm. With the help of a strong man like Your Majesty, I think we will be able to find the Sword Saint Secret Realm in no time."

When Yuzuru Nagayama heard such flattering words, he couldn't help but look at this middle-aged swordsman with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He didn't look like the kind of guy who would flatter others, so he asked curiously.

"President Miyamoto, you have already reached the peak of the eighth level, right? It seems that you can't make any progress?"

Miyamoto Musashi answered very honestly.

"Your Majesty, I might as well tell you that I have indeed not made any progress in over a hundred years. Even joining the Jianyu Thunder God was of no use. I heard a few days ago that Jianyu Thunder God was killed. Now I have no idea if I can make a breakthrough."

Yuzuru Nagayama couldn't help but smile. Miyamoto Musashi's words were interesting. The former boss turned out to be Takemiya Raijin, and he even knew that the other party had been killed.

Now it seems that the life span of this great man is almost reaching its limit. If humans do not break through the celestial realm or become gods or immortals, the life span of the eighth realm is at most 800 years. If there are internal injuries, it will be even shorter. It seems that this sword master is beginning to worry about his life span.

Yuzuru Nagayama: "President Miyamoto, how much do you know about Takamagahara?"

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Musashi asked the other three sword masters to leave, and he himself continued to face an invincible existence.

"I didn't hear much information. I only know that Takemikazuchi was suspected to have been killed by His Majesty the Dragon King, and that Inari-sama took over Takemikazuchi's position as the general of the Tenmu Army. And logically, His Majesty should be weak now."

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The two looked at each other. Yuzuru Nagayama really didn't know that Inari God took over the Tenmu Army. Although the Tenmu Army was not one of the three major legions in Takama-ga-hara, it was also a powerful army with 150 seventh-level generals. Some people claimed that it could become one of the four major legions.

Seeing that the other party was so frank and spoke out his thoughts directly, Yuzuru Nagayama stopped hesitating and spoke.

"I heard that President Miyamoto has always been on the wrong side, from being on the losing side during the Warring States Period to joining the only dead great god now. I wonder if you are willing to stand on the wrong side again, maybe you will win this time?"

Miyamoto Musashi knelt on one knee without hesitation.

"I am willing to die for His Majesty the Dragon King."

For Miyamoto Musashi, now only the realm of heaven and man is the most attractive to him. In order to truly step into the realm he has always dreamed of, he is willing to give everything. This is the obsession of a sword maniac.

The Dragon King in front of him, who is said to have human blood and is suspected to be a god-level strongman, is the most ideal choice.

Yuzuru Nagayama patted the other person on the shoulder and took out a contract for him to sign. This was not a system contract, it was only for the only gap in the system, a human male, created by Kiryu Yuki.

In fact, what Yuzuru Nagayama said was not wrong. Other gods could not help humans break through the realm of heaven and man, but he could. Now at the eighth level, the blood of the human race has long been comparable to that of a pure-blooded dragon, with the potential to sing all the way and even touch the level of a great god. It is not an exaggeration to say that his blood is the flesh of Tang Monk.

Therefore, the simplest method is to use human blood to help Miyamoto Musashi. As long as the human blood in the other person's body is purified, breaking through the realm of heaven and man will no longer be difficult.

The contract was signed quickly, and Yuzuru Nagayama was not stingy and directly injected the pure human blood into Miyamoto Musashi's body to transform his blood.

This top swordsman quickly felt the changes in his body and was instantly overwhelmed with disbelief. He could sense that the solid ice surface was melting and could touch the end of the realm of heaven and man.

Miyamoto Musashi knelt down in shock and excitement. This time his bet was successful for the first time.

"I am here to see you, my lord. I am willing to go through fire and water for you."

The word "lord" has revealed Miyamoto Musashi's inner thoughts, so Nagayama Yuzuru helped him up, showing an attitude of knowing how to use people.

"I am lucky to have Musashi's help."

The two continued to chat about the situation in Takama-ga-hara. It must be said that Miyamoto Musashi, this human, has more intelligence networks in Takama-ga-hara than Nagayama Yuzuru. It seems that he did not hire the wrong person this time.

As long as Miyamoto Musashi does not betray him, Yuzuru Nagayama will never treat him unfairly.

Soon the two came to the entrance of the secret realm. It was a door, a space door leading to the secret realm, but unfortunately it had been scrapped now.

Yuzuru Nagayama: "Musashi, you go and practice. I can stay here by myself."

Miyamoto Musashi: "Yes, my lord. If you need anything, please tell me."

Soon, Yuzuru Nagayama was the only one left in the hall. The sounds of insects were clearly audible, and suddenly a powerful dragon scared all the snakes, insects, rats and ants unconscious. The timid ones even had a heart attack.

Yuzuru Nagayama opened his eyes and stared at the space gate. The power of the Heavenly Eye began to penetrate the space, trying to find clues about the Sword Saint's secret realm.

An hour later, it was nowhere to be found.

After 3 hours, it still couldn't be found.

Unknowingly, 32 hours had passed. Yuzuru Nagayama kept his bloodshot eyes open and did not give up. He was not the same person he was a month ago, and was still far from his limit.

As the saying goes, if he’s alive, I want to see him in person; if he’s dead, I want to see his body

65 hours later, the battle situation in the outer sea changed again. The forces of the Mermaid Kingdom were withdrawing their troops, and the minions of the fishmen began to invade the nine islands controlled by the Dragon Palace, but he, the Dragon King, still did not give up.

87 hours later, Yuzuru Nagayama's bloodshot pupils finally caught a glimpse of a trace.

In an instant, without any hesitation, the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon was cast out to break the space, and then the shrinking of the earth into an inch was used to pass through the space barrier.

Yuzuru Nagayama felt a darkness before his eyes, and the next second he appeared in a strange world. This space was as dark as night, with only the light of the sea of ​​stars in the sky.

No, that is not a galaxy, it is a space hole formed by the splitting of the space barrier. Shining space matter enters this world all the time, so it looks like a galaxy.

It's amazing. If you observe carefully, you can find that this demiplane is trying to heal itself all the time, but the residual force at the edge of the crack has been affecting the space and preventing the demiplane from healing.

Even a great god like Yuzuru Nagayama wouldn't be able to achieve such great power.

At this moment, the roar of beasts was heard, and soon several high-level wolf monsters that had not yet transformed rushed out and surrounded Yuzuru Nagayama.

The eyes of these wolf demons have long since degenerated to the point where they can no longer see normally and can only see a rough outline, but their sense of smell and hearing are amazing.

Yuzuru Nagayama was too lazy to kill these ants, so he just used his dragon power to scare the wolf demon unconscious. Whether or not it would be eaten by other monsters afterwards depended on their luck.

Next, Yuzuru Nagayama flew high into the sky and looked down to see the entire space clearly. This demiplane was circular, with a diameter of about 600 kilometers. Countless plants suitable for growing in darkness were scattered throughout the entire space, and the roars of beasts were endless. There was a huge bottomless hole in the middle of the plane, which was oval in shape, as if it had been split open by a sword.

This should have been a plane that even great gods and strong men would fight for, but unfortunately the cracks in the sky ruined everything. Those glowing substances looked beautiful, but if they were touched, it would not be a joke. Practitioners who had not yet come into contact with the spatial attributes would most likely be killed by a glowing substance.

Yuzuru Nagayama searched the ground but found nothing else, only human relics from different eras.

Two days passed quickly, and he finally came to the bottomless pit in the center of the plane. At the same time, an inscription caught his attention.

The large gray-black stone tablet records the information of this plane.

"Tian Zhi Yuzhong's strike split the space, leaving the entire plane without any secrets. The outsiders from the void forced our people to leave our homeland."

(End of this chapter)