At this moment, even Yato, rarely felt somewhat lost about the future.

Among the group of eight million Gods, he undoubtedly belonged to the younger generation without much seniority, having been born in the Heian Era. As a Martial God born from the wishes of his "Father"… it was precisely because of this that he had little experience and was hardly famous.

He hadn't left behind any famous legends, nor could he possess the formal acknowledgment and register of the High Celestial Plain. He existed merely as the most obscure Nameless God among the myriad of deities, down to roaming between this world and the next, bowing for an incense money of five yen, accepting all sorts of requests from demon-slaying to fixing pipes.

But no matter how impoverished he was at present, he ultimately managed to catch the last train, having witnessed the afterglow of the Age of Gods—

After all, the Heian Era was already more than a thousand years ago, and back then the world was far from reaching today's level of scientific civilization. The state of the Gods was by no means as dire as it is now, with faith in decline, divine virtues annihilated…

So, reflecting on the development over these years, Yato couldn't help but marvel in his heart at how the world has turned to such a distressing state in the blink of an eye, and he was also filled with bewilderment—

The decline of the Gods' "faith" was an objective fact; the Gods, born of faith, were indeed on the decline, with the situation worsening day by day.

Meanwhile, the "dread" of Demons had been growing objectively as well, born from the dark side of human hearts and negative emotions. After losing the suppression of divine power, and with the increasing world population, worldly wickedness continued to grow, naturally inflating their numbers year after year.

As of now, when most Gods encounter time mold, encountering a large gathering of demons, they have to duck around. If this cycle continues unchecked, he hardly dared to imagine what it would become in the future… Surely by then, the human world would be Hell.

This was also the reason why Yato felt lost. Despite his diligence and struggle over the years, striving to acquire a shrine of his own, yearning for people's worship, refusing to disappear without a trace… In the foreseeable future, the entire world would collapse—

Everyone would be able to see paranormal entities, and a human world Hell, where despair grips and people die in terror, will descend.

So does all that he is doing at present have any meaning?

It's not that he wasn't aware of this before; it's just that like most Gods, the situation was already so dire that they themselves could disappear at any time, worrying about the next meal, uncertain about tomorrow. Naturally, they would not ponder on more things…

Yato was the same, holding an attitude of muddling along. So now, when he suddenly starts pondering this question of the future, it was natural for him to feel confused about it.

"Hey! Hey! Did you hear me, hurry and put me down…"

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Yato felt the delicate Tachi with knife patterns in his hand vibrating as if it was on silent mode like a phone. Meanwhile, a voice kept coming, anxious and angry, repeating over and over.

He was taken aback for a moment, then remembered he was still holding his newly contracted Divine Artifact which had not long since left danger and no longer needed to fight, so he hadn't restored it to its original form.

Hurriedly, Yato released the handle, watching the delicate Tachi in his hand spread out into light and rapidly revert to its original form as a young girl, scratching his head a bit awkwardly: "Sorry for dragging you into this, Ichijima Hiyori…"

Over there on the rooftop, Gu Mo leisurely blinking as he drank the Divine Water like ordinary water in the breeze.

Oh, so that was the name? He barely remembered the characters Hiyori, not even recalling the surname. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he could only think of the direction of "Nichijou"…

He scratched his cheek, dispelling the humorous thoughts from his mind, then looked back toward the city. Just as Yato had just said, with no further reason to converge and after many had been slaughtered, the Demons had now scattered.

The oppressive air near the city's edge, the stiflingly deep-seated dark aura, had dissipated, and the time mold phenomenon had also been resolved.

But that was mainly because the time mold phenomenon had only just shown signs and hadn't truly spread out. The amount of "Yellow Springs" Gu Mo had released was somewhat subtle, merely weakening the power of the human world without truly opening the portal to the Mortal World Realm.

When the Yellow Springs Hiyama Slope to the Human World randomly appears, giving way to the true emergence of the Wind Acupoint, even the Demons on the other side would rush out, and Demons from both worlds would gather near the passageway. This is the most troublesome point for the Gods and the hardest issue to handle.

What Yato and he had just done was actually take advantage of the moment; the passage was not truly open, the Demons from the opposite of Yellow Springs had not emerged, only the Demons near this city gathered in large numbers. Though their numbers were equally astonishing and frenzied, the pressure was reduced by more than half…

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