The only way to make amends now is to use her own life to seal Moryo.
Miroku turned back and walked more than a dozen steps into the dark cave, discovering that it was still very deep and would take at least dozens of meters of twists and turns to reach.
And Moryo would have definitely arranged a large number of stone soldiers to guard him.
But Miroku found that Kiyoshi was not following, because there was no sound of footsteps at all.
Just as she was about to turn around to ask, Kiyoshi spoke first.
"Priestess, you will die after sealing Moryo, right?" Kiyoshi said, looking outside.
Hearing Kiyoshi's voice, Miroku's footsteps stopped.
"This is the fate of us priestesses." Her tone was lost as she spoke.
Her ancestors had left instructions, whether to prevent the emergence of Moryo, or to continue to maintain the transcendent status of the priestess.
Miroku herself didn't know what to do. After all, the breaking of Moryo's seal has not been frequent in the past thousand years.
That is to say, most of the priestesses can get a good ending.
But once Moryo breaks the seal, the contemporary priestess must... die.
This is what all priestesses do, and this is the only way to seal Moryo.
"Now that things have come to this, I must atone for my sins."
She sighed deeply, taking out a bell-like artifact.
This artifact can suppress the power of the priestess, and also store the priestess's chakra.
She will die after sealing Moryo today, so she can only leave some of her chakra.
With the help of thischakra and the sealing technique inheritance in the Land of Demons' Shrine, she can only pray that future generations can cultivate new priestesses.
This time, she will choose to eliminate Moryo's soul, the Land of Demons will get hundreds of years worth of time to elect a new priestess.
She turned around, her mature and plump figure particularly eye-catching in the dim channel.
Miroku raised her eyes, wanting Kiyoshi to take this bell artifact back to the Land of Demons later.
"Please take this back for me, thank you, Uchiha... Kiyoshi."
Miroku knew Kiyoshi's name through Yūki's words in the hall.
She had only heard it once, but she had inexplicably remembered it.
"Huh?"
Miroku stretched out her jade-like white palm, with a bell artifact in the middle.
She held it up for a while, but found that Kiyoshi had no reaction.
"You..."
Miroku felt a trace of anger in her heart. He is distracted at such a critical moment.
The Land of Demons' people outside are still fighting bloody battles.
The more time wasted, the more people might be injured.
She instinctively wanted to scold Kiyoshi. But the sound in her throat could not be uttered.
There was only faint light in the cave, making it difficult for Miroku to see Kiyoshi's figure.
Kiyoshi seemed to be observing whether there was anyone outside, and then slowly turned around.
Miroku felt a strange sense of familiarity in her heart.
The flame fan crest just now was... fiery red.
The small scroll hanging on his waist swayed gently with his movements.
Miroku instantly realized that this was what was in the prophecy.
But who is the dead person?
Is it the Land of Demons' people outside, or the Kiyoshi in front of her?
Or is it her?
"Honorable Priestess, you don't want the Land of Demons' people to be destroyed, do you?"
The same inquiry as in the dream appeared.
Those eerie scarlet eyes.
And... ominous chakra.
Anxiety suddenly rose in Miroku's heart. But she couldn't find the source.
Through the prophecy, she can only see random fragments, and she, as a priestess, cannot control it and can only accept it passively.
"Of course not, I am the priestess of the Land of Demons and have an obligation to protect it."
Miroku's tone was still dignified and noble.
"I have a way to increase the probability of successfully sealing Moryo. I wonder if the priestess can help me?"
"Could it be that Konoha has researched a sealing technique for this, no, is it the Uchiha?"
Miroku couldn't help but blurt out.
The Land of Fire is a great power, and the Uchiha is one of the few great clans in that great power.
After she seals Moryo, she will pay the price of her life.
Therefore, the inheritance and experience in this area are very scarce, and Miroku is not sure whether she can complete the mission of handing the baton to the future priestess.
It would be best to increase the probability of successfully sealing Moryo.
"No, it's my personal method, um... you can understand it as a folk remedy." Kiyoshi said.
Such a method can indeed only be done by him alone in the entire ninja world. It can be called unique.
Isn't this the so-called folk remedy?
"What... what method?"
Miroku instinctively felt that something was wrong.
She suppressed this feeling and asked Kiyoshi. But Kiyoshi didn't speak.
Miroku raised her eyes and suddenly felt a scorching gaze.
No... it's impossible.
An absurd guess emerged in Miroku's heart.
How could Kiyoshi do something to her...
Then she saw Kiyoshi's smile. The smile was eerie, and the ominous chakra was almost overflowing.
Miroku even had an illusion that the Konoha ninja standing before her was more qualified to bear the name of Moryo than Moryo.
"I... I don't understand what you mean." Miroku paused as she spoke.
Kiyoshi said, "Originally, I trusted the priestess very much. Even if you were in danger, I was the first to run out to help you, right?"
"Yes."
Miroku nodded.
This was indeed the case, Kiyoshi's courage and his ninja way were worthy of praise.
Kiyoshi said, "The priestess haf doubts about the daimyo, but she had not taken action. Am I right about this too?"
"Yes."
Miroku nodded again.
Kiyoshi said, "Then I want proof. How can I be sure that you will not betray us? What if you still have feelings for the daimyo?"
"Impossible, I am not the kind of person who will abandon the Land of Demons." Miroku retorted quickly.
But the man on the opposite side didn't seem to believe her at all.
Her lips moved, wanting to say something, but she couldn't manage to utter a single word.
What could she say?
She had indeed done that and he was indeed justified in suspecting her.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
In the distance, at the end of the corridor, the synchronized footsteps of the ghost army echoed.
Even the sound of magma flowing beneath the earth could be heard clearly.
But even clearer were the sounds of fighting, screams, and cries for help from the outside.
Along with merciless explosions, thunder, and buzzing...
Miroku could imagine the difficult battle unfolding outside.
Guilt, self-blame, and remorse surged through her heart once more.
Frankly, if she had confirmed the early signs immediately and sealed Moryo away after leaving a legacy, no tragedy would have occurred.
"The Priestess will save our Land of Demons! She is a goddess descended from the heavens! Everyone, fight hard!"
In the end, the sounds of battle and the footsteps of the ghost army overwhelmed the last straw in Miroku's heart.