833: Chapter 829 Summoning Dingyuan · Part 1 833: Chapter 829 Summoning Dingyuan · Part 1 After Chen Yu pulled out several bone staffs capable of automatically sketching magic arrays to accelerate his work, the summoning array for the ship-girl was quickly completed.
Looking at the Dingyuan Pavilion before him, Chen Yu took a deep breath, made so preparations, and began the summoning ritual for the Dingyuan.
Although he had already summoned more than twenty ship-girls, including figures like Victory, Warspite, and Missouri who could break through the limits of their ship-girl forms to attain divine-level status, the summoning of the Dingyuan still made Chen Yu feel sowhat anxious.
Perhaps it was because he was summoning the Dingyuan—the first Chinese ship-girl he would summon—or perhaps he had been influenced by the lingering presence of the Beiyang Fleet heroic spirits just now.
This was a warship imbued with a century of obsession from its predecessors.
Even though it had decayed like rotting wood, been vanquished in battle, and sunk to the seabed, its resolve to protect Huaxia, to safeguard the holand, had never wavered.
Even when Monk Xinyuan perford the purification rites earlier, those heroic spirits showed no signs of hostility nor did they attempt to communicate with Chen Yu.
Yet, as a necromancer, rely witnessing the rancor and obsessions dispelled by Xinyuan’s purification ritual was enough for Chen Yu to understand why these heroic spirits, after a century of suppression, remained heroic spirits and hadn’t transford into grudge spirits.
Because their hearts always carried the burden of the nation, they still thought of fighting for their country, yearned for their holand and families, and hoped that one day their souls might finally return ho.
Even after a century of suppression, these heroic spirits never forgot their mission.
This steadfast dedication spared them from becoming evil ghosts or grudge spirits.
Instead, they lingered as pure heroic spirits residing within the remnants of the Dingyuan.
At this mont, the heroic spirits of the Beiyang Fleet had already been purified, and what remained within the Dingyuan’s wreckage also needed a resolution rather than being left here to decay, treated as re debris.
Using these remnants as a dium to summon the heroic spirit of the Dingyuan as a ship-girl was the best solution Chen Yu could think of.
Neither the Dingyuan nor the heroic spirits of the Beiyang Fleet would likely object to continuing to fight for their country and protect the Holy Land of Huaxia even after death.
As Chen Yu began the summoning ritual for the Dingyuan, one by one, the relics from the Dingyuan in the Dingyuan Pavilion were drawn to his ritual, gradually emanating a faint radiance.
This light erged from the relics of the Dingyuan, twinkling like fireflies as they gathered above the Dingyuan Pavilion.
Together, they ford a massive orb of light, like a cocoon, seemingly nurturing sothing within.
Chen Yu wasn’t surprised by the ergence of the cocoon.
The relics containing the heroic spirits of the Dingyuan naturally retained so trace of spiritual energy.
If these heroic spirits had turned into evil ghosts or grudge spirits, and if the Dingyuan had been disassembled into parts, it might have beco a ghost ship by now—or the Dingyuan Pavilion could have turned into a haunted residence full of bound spirits.
In this mont, the spiritual energy contained within those relics converged, and it seed the cocoon was nurturing the soul of the Dingyuan—the ship-girl soon to be summoned by Chen Yu.
Monk Xinyuan watched the unfolding scene with astonishnt.
Although he was a demigod who had experienced the grand stages of both World War I and World War II and could be considered worldly, he couldn’t help but feel that even the bloody, chaotic battlefields he had witnessed—those twenty-so demigods convening after WWII to discuss the future of transcendent beings, or other extraordinary and jaw-dropping spectacles—were not as emotionally stirring as the scene before him.
Perhaps this was the inherent beauty and allure of life being born.
No matter who you were, witnessing the ergence of a new life could move you deeply.
And when that life was a demigod or a heroic spirit, the emotional impact was even more overwhelming.
Finally, all the spiritual energy within the relics of the Dingyuan had been extracted, with so even drifting in from other parts nearby.
Chen Yu could tell at a glance that these were relics replaced when the Dingyuan Pavilion was renovated.
But at this mont, all that spiritual energy finally converged, forming the giant light cocoon in the sky.
Chen Yu could distinctly sense a powerful soul being nurtured within the cocoon.
“Strange, where is the power of faith from the Dingyuan?” Chen Yu frowned, sensing sothing was amiss.
During ship-girl summonings, the power of faith typically converged to bestow mories and various concepts upon the ship-girl, granting them divinity and elevating them to the status of a demigod.
Yet now, there was no indication of the Dingyuan’s power of faith coming forth.
The surrounding area felt unnaturally clean and quiet.
Unnatural?
Chen Yu’s heart stirred slightly, and he turned his gaze toward the nearby Tenmangu Shrine, his eyes becoming a deep violet.
“As expected, Tenmangu!
Sugawara no Michizane!
You truly are cunning!” Chen Yu had already discovered the reason the Dingyuan’s power of faith wasn’t gathering, and his anger surged.
Turning to Monk Xinyuan, he said furiously, “Master, I ask for your help—destroy Tenmangu Shrine and shatter its divine domain!”
Monk Xinyuan was montarily startled, not expecting Chen Yu to make such a sudden request.
However, seeing the fury on Chen Yu’s face and the cocoon still nurturing sothing in the sky, Xinyuan seed to understand without asking further questions.
He quickly summoned the Dharma Aspect of King Acala, but this ti, all six of Acala’s arms held magic artifacts, and Xinyuan himself fused with the Dharma Aspect, transforming it into a golden body.
This ti, Monk Xinyuan didn’t shout anything, but directly manipulated the six-ard golden body, approaching Tenmangu Shrine.
One of its arms, wielding the Dharma Sword, struck the shrine’s torii gate, reducing it to shattered wood.
A golden crack appeared out of thin air; the heavily damaged torii gate, the entrance to the divine domain, naturally exposed the domain itself.
However, Tenmangu Shrine was never a particularly powerful shrine, and Sugawara no Michizane was rely a grudging spirit elevated to the status of a ghoul.
In terms of strength, he wasn’t even comparable to Tokyo’s iji couple.
Considering this wasn’t the main Tenmangu Shrine, the existence of a divine domain was hardly enough to withstand the fully unleashed power of Monk Xinyuan.
“Vajra’s Wrathful Gaze, King Acala Suppressing the Prison!
Acala Mudra, destroy demons and spirits!” With the golden crack revealed, Monk Xinyuan bellowed once more.
This ti, the six-ard golden body ford the Acala Mudra, and a scene of the six paths of reincarnation materialized behind him.
The golden body Dharma Aspect of King Acala finally revealed its Prison-Suppressing Aspect.
Instead of the Buddha Palm, Xinyuan unleashed the Vajra Pestle held in one of the golden body’s other arms.
As Monk Xinyuan shouted furiously, the Vajra Pestle in the golden body’s hands transford into a golden teor, smashing into the divine domain of Tenmangu Shrine.
Simultaneously, the light cocoon nurturing the Dingyuan seed to sense sothing and began to stir restlessly.
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