Evolution from White Snake

Inside a village on Kyushu Island.

In an ancestral hall, Sanzang Shimada knelt in front of the tablets of his ancestors.

He looked sad, as if he had just suffered something painful.

Yes, what could be more painful than having your family wiped out?

Shimada family.

As one of the six great samurai families on par with the Yagyu, Ito, Miyamoto, Chiba, and Tsukahara families.

The ancestors are all families that once had great swordsmen.

Great swordsman, that is the realm that a warrior dreams of.

In modern terms, that would be a sixth-level transcendent.

That is the ultimate in samurai.

Unless he becomes a saint and reaches the legendary realm of sword master.

However, the entire Fuso Island Country.

For thousands of years.

Even before the end of the Dharma era.

There is only one person who has reached the realm of Sword Master.

Wei's name is Seven Wolves.

The legendary ghost warrior, the red ghost sword master.

Therefore, the realm of Juggernaut.

In the island country, it is only a legendary realm.

So many warriors, only one sword master.

It is conceivable that for the extraordinary people of the island country.

How difficult it is to reach this state.

A great swordsman is the pinnacle that warriors dream of.

The sword master is just a legend.

The ancestor of the Shimada family was a great swordsman.

Megatron Fuso Island Nation.

However, the news reached Sanzo Shimada.

There is only Shimada Sanzo, a swordsman who is equivalent to a fifth-level extraordinary person.

He was stuck in the last step of breaking through to become a great swordsman and could not be promoted.

Even my dear brother betrayed the family, gave up the family's ancestral swordsmanship, and joined Tianshen Machinery.

Transform yourself into a half-human, half-machine monster.

And just a few days ago, I didn't know what happened.

The Onmyogliao, which had been trying to unify the world of Fuso and eliminate the samurai, once again launched a fierce siege on the remaining samurai families.

Those samurai families that still have great swordsmen at their command are fine.

I can still manage to hold on.

But for the Shimada family without a great swordsman.

It means the destruction of the family.

Except Shimada Sanzang escaped with his exquisite Beifeng style swordsmanship.

Everyone else... was killed.

Thinking of this, Shimada Sanzo's eyes were filled with anger.

He wants to become stronger.

He wants revenge.

Those damn onmyojis.

Those slaves and lackeys of ghosts and gods.

However, Yin Yangliao is too powerful.

There are four high-ranking Onmyoji who are comparable to great swordsmen.

A deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed Shimada Sanzo.

The mind is full but the strength is not enough.

If you want to kill ghosts, you can't save them!

How sad and painful!

"Just get stronger."

"I can do anything."

"Even if it means becoming a slave of ghosts and gods."

"What does it matter?"

"After all, the swordsmanship of warriors is gradually failing to keep up with the times. How can it compare with the mysterious and unpredictable abilities of ghosts and gods?"

For the first time, Sanzo Shimada had doubts about his family's swordsmanship.

Is the path of a samurai really the right one?

Is there really a legendary realm like the Sword Master?

Shimada Sanzo was confused.

Right now!

"Do you crave power?"

"Want to understand the meaning of life?"

"Do you want to really...live?"

A cold voice penetrated Shimada Sanzang's heart.

Without a hint of emotion.

Majestic and sacred.

Seductive and weird.

"who is it."

"Who's talking?"

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Shimada Sanzo drew out his samurai sword, and the sword's light was sharp.

After all, he is also a swordsman.

Although not as good as the great swordsman.

But a swordsmanship is placed in the ancient mortal army.

That is a fierce general who takes the enemy's general's head with thousands of troops!

However, he looked around in the ancestral hall.

Not a soul was to be seen.

Drawing the sword and looking around... feeling confused?

A sense of tension and pressure came over me.

The voice didn't respond to him.

after awhile.

The voice sounded again.

"Foolish mortal."

In Shimada Sanzang's extremely shocked eyes.

The roof of the ancestral hall collapsed and cracked...

A huge black snake head.

Appeared on the top of the ancestral hall.

Drooping high in front of Shimada Sanzo.

Looking down at him.

The golden horn shines with a deep luster.

An icy breath swept over him.

Let Sanzo Shimada feel like he fell into an ice cave.

Obsidian scales.

Gorgeous and cold, solid and stable.

Exuding an eternal chill.

and an everlasting feeling of indifference.

Like a high-altitude god.

It can be viewed from a distance but not played with.

"Pretending to be a ghost?"

"Ha ha."

"Can you, the ghosts and gods of Fusang, be compared to this king?"

The huge black snake spoke.

Shimada Sanzo was shocked for a whole year.

He couldn't help but think of the recent rise of the White Snake legend.

The quasi-Titan-level alien beast White King.

It is comparable to a ghost-like existence.

But, when did the white king become black?

Shimada Sanzo was silent.

"Weakness is the original sin."

"The fist is the truth."

"Do you want revenge?"

"Are you unwilling?"

The black snake head suddenly spoke.

Every word pierced into Shimada Sanzo's heart.

It struck a painful spot in Shimada Sanzo's heart.

Strong as him.

It all feels unbearable.

He now wishes he could kill all the Onmyoji with his hands.

I can't wait to uproot the Yin Yang Lao.

However, Yin Yangliao is too powerful.

After the spiritual energy is revived, it is not only the extraordinary world.

Even the mortal forces and the official island nation have become affiliated forces of Yin Yang Liao.

The reason why their samurai family was retreating steadily.

It’s not just because the Onmyoji in Onmyogliao is powerful.

What's more important is that Yin Yangliao controls Fuso's armed organization.

For most low-level transcendent beings.

Guns and gunpowder are the biggest enemy.

No matter what your swordsmanship is, your swordsmanship is outstanding.

The other party said "shoot".

It’s just seconds away, what’s there to say?

"I want revenge."

"But who are you?"

"Are you the White King?"

Shimada Sanzo asked after calming down.

"who I am?"

The huge black snake seemed to have heard some funny joke.

"I am the King of Waters."

"I am the Lord of Storms."

"I am the harbinger of winter."

"I am the co-owner of Dragon and Snake."

"I am...this country..."

"The... nightmare of all ghosts and gods!"

"You can call me...Black King!"

Black Snake said.

Blue and white thunder and lightning danced on his body.

Shimada Sanzo saw it.

The moisture in the air condenses into mist, and the mist hangs around the small mountain village.

In an instant, the water mist condensed into water droplets.

One drop, two drops, three drops... countless water drops.

They floated quietly in the air before Shimada Sanzo's eyes.

Countless water droplets, motionless, as if frozen in this moment in a movie.

Become eternity!

The giant black snake looked at Shimada Sanzo coldly.

"fall."

A thought.

In a flash, rain fell from the sky.

With this ancestral hall as the center.

The entire small mountain village suddenly started to rain lightly without warning.

Suddenly, the cold air surged and the temperature dropped sharply.

Raindrops turned into hail, water vapor condensed into snowflakes, crystal clear.

It fell to the ground and drifted into the palm of Shimada Sanzo's hand.

Atmosphere, at this moment.

solidification!