Seeking the return of Takamagahara Divine Palace demands a price far beyond ordinary divine matters.
Silence, thick like viscous deep water, pervades the stagnant workshop. Only in the deep recesses of The Mirror Beyond the Clouds, light and shadow silently flow, reflecting two equally solemn faces.
After a long pause, Suzuhiko-hime speaks again, her voice cold and clear, breaking the silence: "Even if I cease to exist in the end, for Dao Man to ascend to the Divine Throne, he still requires a shrine maiden who can communicate with High Heaven and wield divine rites."
She raises the Golden Bell Staff in her hand; the majestic Magic Artifact tilts slightly in her palm, emitting a metallic sound close to a sigh.
"This bell has deep connections with him." She gazes at the great bell atop the staff, "Tianjin Maro, I need your help—to lay the bell to rest."
Tianjin Maro's enormous Ghost Tribe physique straightens slowly; he neither questions nor dissuades his old friend's proposal.
