Otaku Witch-Chapter 1077 - 636: A Grand Burial with Full Honors

This was Dorothy’s second time using the "Gates of the Underworld".

However, just like the first time, the spell casting process was still very smooth and effortless, as if she had been eating Dove chocolate.

"Tsk, it’s really as if I created this magic myself. Good sister really knows my style well."

The homebody witch made this remark in her heart.

The magic style of the Witch of the Forest has always been unique on the Magic Network and has almost never been successfully mimicked. Dorothy always had a little pride in this, but now with the Divine King taking action, the homebody witch instantly realized who the real power was in the magic system.

Perhaps in the Witch’s Night storyline, she could still mock Denisha as a bit of a bumpkin, but in reality, the God King wasn’t joking around, and Dorothy was still far from that level?

With a slight sense of discontent, the homebody witch silently put Ibuki Yuuki and Aoandon beside her on the "White List".

When the "Gates of the Underworld" opened, it came with the highest level of instant death judgment. Dorothy certainly didn’t want to accidentally send these two teammates away in one move.

However, even so, Ibuki Yuuki was still very nervous at that moment.

Oh my, what did I see? Ghost Gate?

Just seeing that ancient decorative archway, all the hair on the Ghost King’s Daughter’s body stood on end, a chill ran through her, and an indescribable great fear clutched her throat, leaving her speechless and silenced.

This fear was so intense and unstoppable that it directly affected her Witch Bloodline. Any witch could not resist it.

And when she finally saw the three Eastern characters on the archway, she was so frightened that her soul trembled.

In Japan, ancient Eastern culture has always been passed down, and if you ask what Eastern people fear the most, the words on that gate would definitely rank highly.

Oh my, Ghost Gate?

As her legs felt a bit weak, the Ghost King’s Daughter also began to doubt her eyes.

Wasn’t she in the Witch World? Why did a gate from Immortal legends leading to the Path to the Underworld appear?

She wanted to suspect that Lady Dorothy was playing a joke on her, but the chilling death qi emanating from the door clearly told her a fact.

This was the true Gates of the Underworld.

Because of the legendary split between the two ancestors, death and the Underworld have always been taboos in the hearts of Japanese witches.

On this island, once people die, they are dead and cannot be resurrected.

Therefore, compared to the witch comrades in the outside world, Japanese witches’ fear of death is much more real and intense.

However, amidst extreme fear, Miss Oiran’s heart also felt a slight joy, a sliver of hope that shouldn’t have existed.

Perhaps...

But she eventually forced herself to bow her head.

"People should not be too greedy."

She admonished herself this way.

As for Aoandon...

Alright, this embarrassing lecherous nun had no deportment a Bodhisattva should have; she had already fallen to her knees again.

But you can’t fully blame her, after all, the impact of the words Ghost Gate on a disciple of Buddhism is stronger, and she’s afraid of passing through the gate and meeting a Great Bodhisattva scarier than ordinary Buddhas.

"Don’t panic, this couldn’t possibly be real, I’ve seen the real Ghost Gate, okay, the gate wasn’t this good-looking."

Miss Demon consoled herself this way.

But when she finally mustered up the courage to look up, she happened to see the originally closed gate slowly opening and saw the three figures behind it.

Pfft...

Miss Demon once again prostrated herself completely, eyes shut tightly, afraid to look any further.

Amitabha, Amitabha, this is even scarier than the real Ghost Gate, really, it wasn’t this frightening, okay.

Before coming to the Western Universe, Buddha had sent her to the real Underworld to better understand the posture of the Hyakki.

The real Underworld was scary, but Aoandon was very sure it wasn’t scary enough to have quasi-saints guarding the Ghost Gate.

And there were three of them...

Do you know how much psychological impact seeing three quasi-saints suddenly has on a little Bodhisattva only a few thousand years old?

Aoandon could certainly say, probably no one in this Western Universe understands Saints more than her as the Qing Lantern before Buddha, after all, she’s truly seen the Buddha and knows what a real Saint is like.

And now, those two pretenders as Ox-Head and Horse-Face witches opposite were exuding an aura almost akin to that of Saints, giving Aoandon the false impression of seeing the true Buddha again.

These were two quasi-saints infinitely close to becoming Saints.

That Great Bodhisattva seated in the Oriental Hell was no more intimidating than this; the real Ox-Head and Horse-Face surely weren’t this impressive.

But the truly terrifying one was the white-clad witch in the middle; she was clearly a real Saint.

In Aoandon’s eyes, just by standing there, the white-clad witch seemed to make the world revolve around her; merely seeing her, it was like seeing the entire world in an instant.

Countless beliefs converged upon her, forming a supreme sovereignty, with infinite Heavenly Mandate blessing her, shaping the ultimate crown.

The feeling that the white-clad witch gave to Aoandon was almost indistinguishable from that of Buddha.