Sky Curtain: An Initial Overview of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World

The vast light screen trembled slightly above the dome of the myriad realms. The heroic struggle of Hei Zhu, who risked his life in the previous scene, had not yet completely faded from the audience's minds when new lines of golden characters slowly condensed in the inky void. The background music suddenly changed from the eerie and tragic tone to a war drum sound that was both oppressive and had a rough texture.

Wu Yuanzhen was the president of the Immortal Ascension Society in 1911. He had a volatile and easily angered personality.

However, he is upright and righteous, truly a man of integrity in the world of supernatural powers.

The scene opens with the back of a man, not particularly tall but exceptionally solid, like a mountain, and the aura around him seems to make even the air around him pulsate with restlessness.

The world of Demon Slayer.

On the Mugen Train, Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Pillar, was heartily devouring his beef hot pot bento when his gaze became fixed intently on the image that had appeared out of nowhere above him. He put down his chopsticks, his voice booming so loudly that the entire carriage could hear him.

"Hmm! What an exhilarating opening!" Rengoku Kyojuro's fiery eyes were filled with admiration. "Although we haven't seen his face yet, the mere mention of 'a true man' says it all! Uprightness and justice are the duties of the strong! No matter how volatile his temper, as long as he holds justice in his heart, he is a respectable warrior! I, Rengoku Kyojuro, acknowledge him as the protagonist of this chapter!"

Tanjiro Kamado, standing beside him, looked at the screen with some concern: "But, Mr. Rengoku, the subtitles say he has a volatile and easily angered personality... Someone like that must have suffered a lot in the past, right?"

As Tanjiro spoke, the colors on the screen gradually faded, turning a yellowed, old photograph-like gray-brown. It was a corridor of memories, and also the beginning of a cruel fate.

Wu Yuanzhen lived with his parents deep in the mountains from a young age, making a living by hunting. At that time, he was still surnamed Li.

When he was seven, his father accidentally fell off a cliff and died. To survive, his mother took him to work as a blacksmith in the next village the following year.

He changed his surname then, and when he was ten years old, his biological father became a Buddhist monk.

The world of Fullmetal Alchemist.

Edward Elric, who was repairing his mechanical armor, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and the wrench in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. His golden pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the words "become a mage," and some deep-seated wound in his heart was violently touched.

"A sorcerer... in that world, does it refer to something like this?" Edward's voice trembled. He seemed to see that rainy night again, the creature that had transmuted his daughter and dog. "A dead father resurrected as a monster? Is this also a failed product of 'human transmutation'? No... if that's the case, then it's just a demon in the shell of a father. Damn it! Why is it that no matter which world it is, the role of 'father' is always accompanied by this twisted nightmare!"

Alphonse's deep voice came from within the armor: "Brother... calm down. But he's only ten years old. What will he do in the face of his deceased father?"

The screen gave the audience no chance to breathe; the cold, hard subtitles continued to reveal the truth that was enough to pierce through hell in this man's heart.

He killed his mother and the blacksmith, then took Wu Yuanzhen into the mountains. The father still wanted to be a good father.

[He always took good care of Wu Yuanzhen, bringing him more game every day so he could exchange it for money.]

Attack on Titan world.

The Shiganshina district felt particularly oppressive. Alan Yeager stood atop the wall, the sea breeze ruffling his long hair, his green eyes filled with endless coldness and hatred.

"Want to be a good father? What a joke." Allen gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to crush them. "Kill your mother, destroy everything, and then pretend nothing happened and continue playing the role of father? This kind of domesticated, false peace is more disgusting than direct killing. This is what livestock is like... Wu Yuanzhen, you felt it too, didn't you? That humiliation of being treated as property."

Allen clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm: "If you're a real man, you should stand up and drive him out! Whether it's your father or anyone else, anyone who has robbed you of your freedom, that monster, should be driven out of this world without exception!"

The scenes shift, revealing that even the most terrifying warmth must eventually shatter. The truth about the prey is finally revealed in that silent, unspoken moment.

But Wu Yuanzhen knew that her father didn't just go out to hunt animals.

[Until one day when my father hid in a cave, and until the fifth day, the way my father looked at Wu Yuanzhen changed.]

Tokyo Ghoul World.

Inside the antique coffee shop, Kaneki Ken's coffee cup trembled slightly, the dark brown liquid rippling. He touched his left eye, a shiver that only his kind could sense.

"His eyes changed... I know that look all too well." Kaneki Ken lowered his head, his voice as soft as a sigh. "It's the look of someone looking at 'food,' not the look of someone looking at 'son.' Even if a remnant of paternal love remains, in the face of extreme hunger, instinct ultimately prevails over reason. It's truly tragic that he went from being a family member to a predator. Those five days in that cave must have been more agonizing than hell for this child named Wu Yuanzhen. This is what they call... the despair of 1000 minus 7."

On the screen of light, a desperate situation descends.

Just as they were about to devour Wu Yuanzhen, the father was killed by Wu Yuanzhen's future master.

At that moment, Wu Yuanzhen burst into tears and then burst into laughter, and his innate supernatural power also sprouted in that budding Wu Yuanzhen.

The world of Gintama.

On the bench at the Yorozuya, Sakata Gintoki was picking his nose, staring blankly at a JUMP manga, seemingly indifferent to the screen, but at this moment his movements froze.

"Hey, Shinpachi." Gintoki flicked away the unidentified object from his finger, his lazy voice carrying a rare hint of vicissitude. "Remember this, a real man isn't just a blockhead who bleeds but never cries. That kind of laughter mixed with the pain of 'losing his father' and 'surviving a monster' is the sound of a soul being torn apart."

Kagura, with a piece of pickled kelp dangling from her mouth, mumbled, "That old man was so pitiful, aru. Even though he was saved, watching his father get killed must have wrecked him, right?"

Gintoki scratched his messy silver hair: "Broken? No, just like the subtitles said, that was the moment a 'real man' was born. Carrying such a heavy past, like old shit, and still able to live uprightly, this guy's soul is still silver."

Amidst the chaos of laughter and tears, a seed of power sprouted. The scene instantly turned a raging crimson, the moment of awakening supernatural power.

[This innate divine ability is called Immortal Hunter, an extremely violent physical attack. When used, it can conjure traps and spikes covering a giant volley of monsters, as well as divine hounds that hunt down mages.]

[To achieve a fatal effect by tearing apart the mage's physical body.]

Spells return to the world.

Inside the advanced sorcery room, Fukuro Megumi raised an eyebrow as she looked at the several ferocious and hideous black shadows that appeared on the light screen.

"A divine hound that hunts mages..." Fushiguro Megumi subconsciously formed a hand seal, thinking of her own jade dog. "Although it also seems to be a jutsu based on shikigami, the brutality of this 'Hunter of Immortals' is completely different. That tearing characteristic targeting the 'Dharma Body' is practically a curse specifically designed for slaughter. Plus that shielded area full of traps... isn't this similar to an incomplete 'domain expansion'?"

Gojo Satoru pulled down his eye patch, his pale blue eyes gleaming with interest: "Oh my, Megumi, it seems the 'dogs' of every world are not to be trifled with. But I'm more interested in this 'physical damage' description. In a world filled with all sorts of fancy magic, choosing to tear everything apart with the purest violence—that's quite a display of confidence, isn't it?"

The world of InuYasha.

Inuyasha, who was arguing with Kagome, twitched his ears, jumped onto a large rock, pointed at the light screen, and shouted, "Hey! You call that dark thing a divine dog? Don't be ridiculous! It looks like it's full of blood and resentment! But... that guy named Wu Yuanzhen, I feel a little sorry for him. Even though I'm a half-demon, I don't want a father who wants to eat me! Hey, if Tessaiga can cut down that so-called 'mage,' I might as well give him a couple of finishing blows!"

Master Maitreya tightened his grip on the Wind Cave slightly: "It's called 'Hunting Immortals,' but in reality, it's 'Hunting Demons.' It seems the karmic fire in this benefactor's heart hasn't been extinguished even in adulthood."

The light screen continued to advance, summoning not only creatures but also accompanying magical artifacts.

[Huge attack range and extremely high damage output.]

[Furthermore, he forged a natal magic weapon covered in barbs, which would cause injury upon contact and damage upon touch.]

Dragon Ball world.

On a rock in the wilderness, Piccolo, who was training, snorted and crossed his arms: "Although the energy level is pitifully low, still at the stage of relying on external objects, this pursuit of 'inevitable damage upon contact' is far superior to those guys who only know how to put on a show. Those are weapons that exist purely to kill enemies, without any mercy. That 'inevitable damage upon contact' reminds me of the penetrating power of the Special Beam Cannon. Hmph, if this kid had Namekian blood, he might be able to achieve great things."

The scene shifts, time flies. The child who awakened amidst tears and laughter has grown into a powerful figure. Time freezes in 1911, and the gears of fate begin to turn once more.

In 1911, the Nine Swords Sect's excavation of Pan Nanjun's tomb caught Wu Yuanzhen's attention, prompting him to initiate an investigation into the Nine Realms Sect.

The world under one person.

In the woods behind Longhu Mountain, Feng Baobao, who was preparing to bury someone, suddenly stopped shoveling and stared blankly at the sky.

Zhang Chulan, standing nearby, jumped up and cursed, "Holy crap! Grave-digging? This Nine Swords Sect or Nine Realms Sect or whatever, how can they be even more immoral than the Quanxing Sect! They dare to touch Pan Nanjun's tomb? That's a huge taboo in our line of work! No wonder Wu Yuanzhen is so irritable. If my grandfather's grave were dug up, I'd be furious too! Bao'er, don't you think so?"

Feng Baobao blinked expressionlessly and said in a Sichuan accent, "I don't know about burying people, but digging up graves will definitely bring retribution. This kid surnamed Wu is a man of principle."

Master Wang Ye yawned beside him, "This digging might just ignite this 'powder keg.' Investigating the Nine Realms Sect? That's like taking on a terrorist organization single-handedly. Tough enough, but also pretty impulsive."

Within the light screen, the upright and righteous figure no longer lay dormant; he embarked on his journey and encountered new conflicts along the way.

[On the way, they encountered the three little ones, Haoguang, who were being chased by Pan Huangtianwang Hu Guang and Qida Youwei Tiangua.]

One Piece world.

On the deck of the Sunny, Luffy, his mouth stuffed with meat, was pointing at the screen and gesturing wildly: "Ohhh! It's a chase! Is that a crewmate? That weird-sounding old man and Melon... What's with this 'Flavorful Melon'?! It doesn't sound appetizing at all!"

Sanji exhaled a smoke ring: "Luffy, the point isn't the name, it's the situation. Three weaklings are being chased by someone with a ridiculously ridiculous but seemingly dangerous name. In a situation like this, you don't need to guess what that 'real man' will do, right?"

Zoro wiped his Wado Ichimonji clean, a wild smile playing on his lips. "Ah, hot-tempered guys usually hate this kind of bullying. If he doesn't intervene now, I'll take back my previous assessment."

As expected, Wu Yuanzhen in the light screen did not hesitate at all; it was the integrity and passion etched into his bones.

[He proactively stepped forward to help, drawing his sword to fight Huang Liang, and used the strategy of the immortals to combat the Void Demon Hand.]

The world of Zhenhun Street.

The Ten Kings of Hell in the hands of Cao Yanbing, the Soul Suppressor of Rakshasa Street, blazed with fierce flames. He looked at the man named Wu Yuanzhen in the light screen, who was fighting for three complete strangers, and a hint of approval showed in his eyes.

"I call the shots on this street! But Wu Yuanzhen stands up for others even in their territory, that's what a true guardian spirit... oh no, a guardian!" Cao Yanbing brandished his weapon. "At times like this, there's no need to consider the pros and cons. There are always some fools in this world who rush in even when it doesn't concern them, but it's precisely these fools who deserve to be called 'real men.' That Huang Liang guy and that Empty Demon Hand, they were just unlucky to encounter this mad dog-like 'Hunting Immortal' divine power."

Xia Ling chimed in, "Hey, hey, that's because they're naturally powerful! But this plot is too coincidental. Digging up a grave led to the appearance of a big shot, and they even saved the main characters along the way."

Fate/Stay Night world.

Gilgamesh, the oldest king, sat on his throne, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, his crimson serpentine eyes watching the clash of two powerful forces—a duel between the purely physical "Hunter of Immortals" and the unpredictable "Empty Demon Hand."

"Hmph, a slaughter between mongrels." Gilgamesh spoke arrogantly, but did not look away. "Although this so-called 'Plan of Ascension' was rather crude in this attack, lacking any beauty, the way this mad dog brandished its fangs at the strong for the sake of a weakling with whom it had no interest reminded me of some nostalgic fools. 'Drawing one's sword to help,' huh... such an old and worn-out drama, occasionally served as a pleasant pastime with drinks, is not bad."

The scene ended with a dazzling moment of divine power clashing. The raging domain, riddled with traps and divine hounds, crashed heavily into the Void Demon Hand. Without a word, without hesitation, Wu Yuanzhen demonstrated with his actions the title bestowed upon him from the very beginning—

A world of supernatural powers, a true man.