Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 723 - 722: General’s Tomb

Millennium Night arrived in the blink of an eye.

Atop a rock on a mountain peak beside Mingyue Lake,

a couple sat close to each other. The melodious sound of temple bells echoed from halfway up the mountain and reverberated over the surface of Mingyue Lake.

These were the midnight bells, the chimes that marked the entrance into the new century.

Below the mountain, the entire city was brightly lit, and the streets were bustling with people and vehicles.

The same scene was unfolding in major cities across the world.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

"If one day you truly become an immortal and a thousand years have passed, will you still remember this place, remember me?" Liu Jiayao asked softly, nestled in Ge Dongxu's embrace as she gazed at the brightly lit city.

"You are already etched into my life!" Ge Dongxu tightened his embrace around Liu Jiayao, their temples rubbing together.

...

In Tokyo, Japan, beside the Mitsui Building at 1-1-1 Otemachi, Chiyoda Ward, just across the Edo Castle Moat from the Imperial Palace, lies the "Great Tokyo Vacuum Zone." Surrounded by multinational corporate office towers, it alone is quiet and shaded by greenery. This "vacuum zone" is none other than the famously notorious "General's Tomb."

Taira no Masakado was the only person in the history of Japan, from ancient times to the present, who openly rebelled against the Imperial Court in Kyoto and proclaimed himself emperor. A natural-born military general, he was ultimately killed, and his severed head and dismembered body were scattered.

After Taira no Masakado's death, it was said that his severed head did not decay for several months; his eyes were wide open as if he were still alive. At night, cries would echo: "My dismembered body, where are you all? Hurry to this place, let us rejoin and fight another battle!"

The General's Tomb is purportedly the burial place of Taira no Masakado's head.

Many rumors about the General's Tomb have circulated, some very ancient and others from the 20th century. In 1923, the Japanese Ministry of Finance razed it to construct a temporary government office. Soon after, the Minister of Finance died suddenly, followed by the deaths of 14 important officials; in June 1940, the government office was struck by lightning and burned to ruins.

In 1945, defeated Japan was under the control of the U.S. military. When the U.S. military leveled the land to build a parking lot, the bulldozer unexpectedly tipped over at the site resembling a grave mound, resulting in the operator's untimely death.

Since then, people have been convinced: those who desecrate the General's Tomb will be punished by heaven.

Nowadays, skyscrapers surround the General's Tomb, but it remains a tranquil spot, shaded by lush greenery.

On Millennium Night, many people came here to pray and pay their respects in silence.

As the night grew colder and the wind howled louder, people gradually left, and the General's Tomb returned to its silent tranquility.

Only one man, wearing a black eboshi cap, donned in a white hunting garb, with a bat fan in hand and a face of exceptional beauty, still stood quietly in front of Taira no Masakado's gravestone.

In the chilling night breeze, this place, this man in such attire, made the surroundings exceptionally eerie.

If Yang Yinhou were here at this time, he would be astonished that the man before him was still alive and had not aged a bit.

For this man was none other than Ito Daiju, the Japanese Onmyoji who had ambushed him in the jungles of Myanmar.

"We, the Ito Family, have waited for this moment for a full thousand years! Taira no Masakado, you must have been very much looking forward to it as well," Ito Daiju murmured to himself in the darkness.

Then, a strange and eerie cold smile slowly appeared on his face, and the bat fan in his hand fell onto the stone monument in front of him, drawing slowly.

As Ito Daiju's bat fan touched down, a voice seemed to come from a distant place underneath the stone monument.

With the sound rising faintly from beneath the ground, a sudden wind arose at the Armor Shrine, Inari Shrine, Hachiman Shrine, Kanda Shrine, Helmet Shrine, Torikoe Shrine, and General's Tomb where Ito Daiju currently was, all located in Tokyo.

This wind was unlike the cold wind of winter; it was laden with an indescribable eeriness, making everyone in Tokyo feel a strange chill even while inside their warm homes.

"What's happening? Go check out! Quickly investigate! Which fool has ruined the Big Dipper Soul-Calming Formation set up by our predecessors? This is about the General's spirit! If his millennium-old wrathful apparition breaks out, how much blood qi will it have to consume before resting?!" In a secret base hidden in the woods somewhere in Tokyo, a man with white in his beard roared at a group of people.

"The pieces of my hacked body, where are you all? Come quickly to this place, hurry and reunite with my head, and let us battle once more!"

The voice from beneath the ground became louder and closer, even causing the ground where Ito Daiju stood to begin trembling slightly.

Ito Daiju's handsome face turned pale, his hand holding the bat fan trembled slightly, each stroke heavy as if it weighed a thousand pounds, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, rolling down.

Wraiths filled with resentment converged from all directions, lunging towards Ito Daiju with bared teeth and claws, gnashing and roaring...

Ito Daiju wavered unsteadily.

"I have waited a thousand years for this moment, and I won't give up! I will become the greatest Onmyoji of the Ito family, I will stand at the peak of this era where Daoist arts have declined!" Suddenly, Ito Daiju bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and a stream of essence blood shot out like an arrow.

Drops of fresh blood fell onto the stone monument and then slowly seeped into it.

In the darkness, a shadowy figure churned within the stone monument, a military general wearing ancient armor with a fierce and fiendish face, holding a long katana in his hand.

Suddenly, the general raised his katana high and violently slashed it towards the ground.

The ground in front of the stone monument seemed to crack open, revealing a dark crevice.

"The pieces of my hacked body, where are you all? Come quickly to this place, hurry and reunite with my head, and let us battle once more!"

A savage and bloodthirsty voice emerged from the dark crevice, and the howling yin wind above Tokyo seemed to have found an outlet, swirling into the crevice.

"Haha!" Seeing this, Ito Daiju let out a wild laugh, his body flickering in the night, and then, enveloped by the gusts of yin wind, he too plunged into the dark crevice.

The yin wind gradually subsided, and the crevice slowly disappeared.

As if nothing had ever happened.

"What, all normal! No unusual deaths! The Armor Shrine, Inari Shrine, Hachiman Shrine, and the others are all fine. But clearly last night..." At dawn at a secret base in Tokyo, the white-bearded man listened to reports from his subordinates, feeling both shocked and relieved.

Underneath the General's Tomb, lay a dark passageway.

Ito Daiju was wielding his bat fan, and wraiths cleansed by millennia were swept into the bat fan.

The luster of the bat fan became more pitch-black and cold, and Ito Daiju's face, initially pale, gradually flushed with color, but the ominous aura around him became even thicker.

"What a nourishing feast! Had I come here a thousand years ago with my level of cultivation, these spirits would've devoured me without leaving any residue. But now, after a thousand years of sealing, even the fiercest of ghost soldiers have nothing but the purest original yin qi left! Just along this path, my cultivation has nearly broken through to the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer. Once I absorb all the pure origin yin qi here and subdue the General's spirit, who will be my match in this age when Daoist arts have declined?" Ito Daiju's eyes shone with arrogance.