Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 100 The Birth of Kanna and Kagura

Three years passed like flowing water, and the calendar turned page after page. When the lingering charm of the New Year faded away, it was already the early spring of the sixteenth year of the Eastern Kingdom.

The rebuilt Naraku Laboratory is located deep within a barrier in the mountains behind the Ruri Shrine. Its four walls are made of dark blue-black boulders, with layers of magic array patterns on the surface, which gleam with a dark luster under the dim light.

In this laboratory filled with both filth and holiness, the black witch Chun squatted in the corner, her fingertips twirling a slender bone pen, slowly tracing the array patterns.

Not far from her, Shen Jiuye's hands hovered above the mirror, spiritual energy flowing along the surface, connecting the last few connecting lines to the formation in the corner of the wall one by one.

One of them is a master of curses, and the other is a master of Yin-Yang arts; they each have their own roles.

An occasional exchange of glances is enough to know how far the other person is progressing.

In this dark and secluded room, their affection, under the "strong" push of someone, has grown to the point of being like sisters.

In the very center of the room, above the center of the magic circle, was the black egg that Naraku had transformed into.

The eggshell was covered with incantations, and one could vaguely see something wriggling and churning inside, like a chaotic mass compressed to its limit, which continued to struggle even after being sealed away.

Inuyasha held a bone pen, just like the one Tsubaki used, in his right hand, the tip of which was dipped in dark red liquid.

This is ink made by grinding blood jewels into powder and mixing it with water that has been soaked in the Shikon Jewel.

He wrote with a steady hand, each stroke executed without hesitation. As the tip of his brush touched the eggshell, dark red lines spread out along the stroke.

It interlocks and nests with the previously carved seals, eventually sinking deep into the eggshell.

Just as previously confirmed, Naraku himself is a huge treasure.

To understand how to apply it reasonably and make the greatest use of it, we need to think about its essence. So what is the essence of Ichinoraku?

This "half-demon," formed by the fusion of the thief Onigumo and countless monsters, is truly terrifying not because of his power, but because of the evolution born from his insatiable desires.

Naraku despises humanity's "weakness," yet he yearns for the "completeness" of the Shikon Jewel.

He uses the Shikon Jewel to constantly remove and separate those parts that are considered "impurities" (such as the human heart and useless emotions), attempting to approach a void of "pure evil" through division.

Kaminari, Kagura, Goshinki, Moryomaru, Musou, Akago, Dreamy White Night —

These clones are Naraku shaping the parts of himself that he dared not face or could not digest into independent individuals.

Let them rebel, struggle, betray, or return to themselves in the world, and ultimately observe their fate to see their true nature.

Ironically, Naraku's painstaking planning and tireless efforts amounted to nothing more than a bandit's lust for the priestess who saved him, driven by the instinct for procreation, before his death.

At this moment, Chun straightened up, put down the bone pen, checked it one last time, and then nodded in satisfaction.

She turned her head to look in Inuyasha's direction, and seeing him putting down his brush and backing away, she asked, "How was it?"

"We still need the final seal." Inuyasha put the bone pen back on the table, stretched his wrist, and looked at the black egg that was almost completely covered by the cursed seal. "Once your formation is set up, we can begin."

Kaguya stood up, walked to Inuyasha's side, and looked at Naraku's black egg. "This thing is truly a perfect masterpiece."

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"It took us two years to raise her, after all." Inuyasha turned his head to look at her. "It can't be imperfect."

Chun finished tidying up the bone pen and leftover materials and came over. She examined the patterns forming on the black egg and said, "The blood jade is ready. As long as the magic array is perfected, it can be activated at any time."

Inuyasha nodded slightly.

During those three years, he never stopped moving around except to spend time with the girls.

The work of sorting out the earth's veins has been completed—from east to west, from north to south, the land of the Eastern Kingdom is connected by an invisible network.

Like the roots of a giant tree tightly gripping the entire soil in its palm, forming a unified whole.

The space behind the Wind Cave was subsequently chosen as the foundation for Gensokyo.

But in a world of nothingness, when Inuyasha actually tried to create a real little world, he realized how difficult it was, and even felt that it was something that could not be created at his current level of cultivation.

Above the four realms of cultivation—basic Starfire Body Refinement, intermediate Moon Essence Qi Condensation, advanced Sun Wheel Celestial Phenomenon, and top-level Divine Transformation Celestial Venerable—there should be a fifth realm where one masters the laws of realms.

The distance between them and Inuyasha at present is so great that it's not even in the same league, and it's not a level that can be reached in a few years or decades.

Not only could he not do it, but Sesshomaru couldn't either; the upper limit of this world was the level of a Nascent Soul Celestial Venerable.

Without the "All Heavens Are Mine" principle, transcending the limits of a world would be no less difficult than a mortal achieving enlightenment and ascending to heaven in a single day.

Therefore, having failed to find a suitable candidate, Inuyasha turned his attention to Naraku.

After leaving this guy around for so many years, it's time to strip him of all his consciousness and turn him into an empty shell devoid of emotions and desires.

Without the conscious resistance, it is easier to refine it into a magical artifact.

If the products of the process of stripping away consciousness can successfully give birth to Kanna and Kagura, he will gladly accept them.

"Prepare to activate the magic circle!"

Inuyasha made up his mind, and half an hour later, Tsubaki and Kagura were ready.

The moment the formation was activated, light burst forth from the patterns on the ground.

Like a pool of still water ignited, streams of light in shades of deep blue, crimson, and dark gold intertwined and climbed layer by layer along the trajectory of the magic array, eventually converging into a pillar of light as thick as a person's embrace, which pierced straight into the black egg suspended in mid-air.

Inuyasha sat cross-legged in front of the magic circle.

Azure flames of Kagutsuchi ignited around him as he raised his hand and pressed it forward.

The azure flame detached from Inuyasha's body, transforming into a thin stream of fire that followed the direction of the pillar of light into the black egg. It seeped deep into the eggshell along the patterns of the cursed seal, reaching the core of Naraku's body, which was sealed layer by layer.

The moment it touched Naraku's soul, it exploded into a blinding sea of ​​fire, turning from azure to crimson, like a branding iron plunged into deep water.

Flames spread along the boundaries of the soul space, illuminating the originally dark and chaotic area inch by inch from within.

Naraku's soul space is so vast that it doesn't seem like a place for just one person.

It was a void filled with countless overlapping fragments of consciousness.

The sky hangs low, and the ground is an endless dark wasteland. The air is filled with thick resentment and hissing sounds—the lingering will of the demons who were devoured by Naraku but never truly perished.

Inuyasha has been feeding Naraku with demon corpses and vengeful spirits over the years, using him as an insatiable furnace.

Over time, the number of monster souls devoured far exceeded 100,000; nearly a million were piled up here, squeezing and entangled with each other, transforming into a turbulent, chaotic sea.

At that moment, the crimson flame, like a torch thrown into a pile of dry wood, ignited the entire dark wasteland the instant it entered the soul space.

The yokai souls, suppressed for too long, came alive the moment the flames touched them.

Countless distorted faces emerged from the chaos, and millions of eyes of different shapes opened simultaneously, their gazes piercing through the surging flames and resentment, all falling in the same direction.

The source of that crimson flame, and the crimson figure that was appearing before them.

"—It's him."

"It's him."

"That guy who fed our flesh and souls to Naraku—"

"It's Inuyasha!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Die! Die ...!"

The roars converged from all directions, quickly forming a deafening torrent that surged toward Inuyasha.

Inuyasha stood still, at the center of the storm stirred up by millions of vengeful spirits. Crimson flames swirled around him, burning the approaching resentment to ashes, only to let new resentment fill the void.

His gaze passed over the churning faces and fell upon the huddled silhouette of Naraku, his true form, being peeled away layer by layer by flames, deep within this soul space, right in the center of that chaos.

"Useless in life, even more useless after death; no matter how loudly you cry out, it won't change anything."

Inuyasha raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and clenched them towards the dark void.

The fire surged towards the center from all directions, like a giant, closed hand, gathering all the roaring, struggling fragments of the soul into its palm, then tightening, compressing, and tempering them, burning away consciousness and impurities along with them.

In the next instant, his figure changed.

Crimson flames overflowed, spread, and extended from the boundaries of the humanoid form, transforming into a great sun suspended in the center of the soul space.

The light was intense but not dazzling, and the heat was deep but not scorching, completely illuminating the chaotic sky that had been filled with resentment and howls for countless years.

The sun's light spread in all directions, and the fragments of millions of souls curled and burned in the sunlight.

The resentment and obsession that enveloped it rolled up, turned black, and shattered like pages licked by flames, then turned into tiny specks of light until they were evaporated into smoke.

The filth was burned away, and the chaos was dissected.

After half of his soul was burned away, with Inuyasha's will, the surface of the black egg began to change in the outside world.

The dark eggshell emitted a pure light from within, initially just a faint glimmer seeping through the hair-thin cracks.

The cracks then widened and multiplied, and the brightness of the light also increased, like a giant lamp being lit from the inside.

The light flowed along the pre-laid pipes and the patterns of the magic array, merging into the blood jade that had been prepared to the side.

Blood Jade was placed in the center of a soft couch, its entire body dark red like congealed blood.

As the pure light poured in from the pipe and touched the jade body, it was as if a beating heart had been injected inside, and it began to pulsate and undulate with a rhythm visible to the naked eye.

The dark red color began to fade.

Like ink being diluted layer by layer with water, the blood color changes from deep and dark to light and pale.

It fades from reddish-brown to warm red, and then transitions from warm red to a soft flesh pink.

The shape of the jade body is also changing—from a perfectly round sphere, it elongates, extends, and contracts, with its outline gradually becoming slender and soft.

Like a sculpture being carved from stone, from the shoulders and neck to the waist, from the limbs to the clasped fingertips, everything is being shaped by the tempering of light.

When the last ray of light sank into its core, the center was no longer a piece of jade, but a petite and slender adorable little girl.

She lay curled up on her side on the soft couch, her figure petite and slender, her skin as pure white and flawless as fresh snow.

Her long hair, pure white, cascaded down her sides and shoulders, its strands soft and silky, shimmering softly in the light.

The little girl slowly opened her eyes, her pupils clear and bright, as if they had never been tainted by anything—her dark pupils were as deep as two still abysses, unreflecting the outside world, yet possessing an irresistible attraction that made it impossible to look away.

She was quiet for a while, as if getting used to the newly formed body, then sat up, looked down at her hands, and turned her head to look at her side.

A pure white mirror lay quietly beside him, its surface smooth and unblemished, its edges rounded like newly polished jade.

The little girl stretched out her slender fingers, hugged the mirror to her chest, and then raised her head.

Across from them, Tsubaki and Kagami Kuya stood on either side.

"Can a new monster really be born from a pure soul and demonic power?"

Chun's gaze swept over her several times, the black witch who had once coexisted with monsters now filled with a desire to investigate.

"You have no demonic power, no demonic aura, are you really a demon?"

Kagura's eyes, filled with curiosity, fell on the mirror in her arms. "What is the purpose of the mirror you have in your arms?"

Faced with their questions, the pure white loli remained silent, simply cradling the white mirror and quietly gazing at Inuyasha before the black egg.

Her gaze was as clean as a freshly laid-out sheet of paper, without attachment or demand, simply resting quietly on him, as if she had chosen a certain direction from the very beginning.

Er Gouzi would never allow a scar to appear on his forbidden back. When Shenwu was born, he was a pure and flawless jade.

"Since Kagami has just been born, you should stop crowding around."

Inuyasha's voice came from in front of the black egg, carrying a hint of casualness.

Distracted, he raised his hand, and a neatly folded plain white kimono appeared in the air, drifting down to Shen Wu's side. The fabric spread out on the soft couch like a piece of snow that had just fallen.

"Put it on, Kanna. Your sister Kagura will be born soon."

"Yes, sir."

Kanna, who had received memories from Inuyasha, picked up a kimono and put it on.

Tsubaki and Kami Kuya both paused for a moment, pursed their lips, but did not refute.

Half a day later, a new change occurred.

Beside Shenwu, the light flowing through the pipes had not yet ceased, and a second stream of pure light was flowing along the same path as before into the blood jade beside her.

Just like the process of Kanna's birth—the dark color faded and turned into a warm white.

But this time, the outline after it was formed was completely different from the quiet and snow-white loli.

The new girl sat up on the soft couch.

A head of jet-black hair cascaded down from the top of her head, like a black waterfall falling to her waist. It was neither soft nor thick, but it carried a natural and unrestrained feel.

Her hair was slightly curled, which made her reserved yet delicate face even more vivid.

Ruby-like eyes were set in a seemingly well-behaved face, pointed ears peeked out from her hair, and she had a delicate nose and cherry-like lips that were slightly pursed.

With her jade-like body, she is like a painting that breathes.

She covered her chest with one hand and crossed her legs to conceal her vital parts, with a folding fan appearing between her right fingers.

The fan ribs appear to be made of dark jade, the fan surface is plain white without any patterns, and the edge is adorned with a thin, hair-like blue tassel.

With a gentle flick of her wrist, the fan slowly unfolded.

The wind stirred as the fan unfolded.

A cyan aura rose from the air, like an extremely thin veil, enveloping her shoulders and waist, flowing gently along the curves of her body, and shrouding her in a faint, flowing halo.

The control of that wisp of wind was exquisite, gliding along her skin.

Like a feathered garment billowing in the wind, rising and falling with her breath, adjusting with her posture, her eyes carrying a dangerous glint.

Tsubaki's brow twitched slightly, and Kaguya rubbed the Mirror of Life in her hand, her gaze sliding to Kagura's slightly upturned lips.

Neither of them spoke, but their momentary silence spoke volumes.

This newly born wind girl is no less powerful than the Sun Wheel Celestial Phenomenon, and even gives them a more terrifying feeling.

"Seniors, after looking at me for so long, shouldn't you give me a piece of clothing?"

The girl spoke in a clear yet slightly seductive voice. She glanced at Kanna, who shared the same origin and had been born earlier, and then at Kanna and the black shrine maiden who were staring at her, without showing the slightest stage fright.

"Even though we're all women, it's not really appropriate to be naked, is it?"

Tsubaki glanced at Kagura, whose personality was completely opposite to Kanna's, and casually replied.

"Kanna's clothes were prepared by Inuyasha, and yours are the same."

Kagaya also laughed and said, "Besides, Inuyasha might like a beautiful woman who isn't wearing clothes even more."

"I am the free wind!"

Kagura snapped her fan shut, a glint of light flashing in her red eyes.

"From the moment of its birth, it has never been anyone's possession!"

"Well said."

Inuyasha stood up from the dark, black egg, and with a thought, a brightly colored kimono floated down from his spatial ring to Kagura's side, its fabric as vibrant as a newly blooming summer flower.

"But even the wind has its destination."

He turned to look at the two women.

Shenwu held the white mirror in her arms, her posture as upright as a small statue enshrined in front of a Buddhist shrine.

This quietness is not cowardice or retreat, but a serenity from the very beginning, like a snow-covered mountain peak, possessing an undeniable presence.

Kagura, however, is different.

"What 'path home'? Isn't it just about wanting to be my and Kanna's masters?"

She was putting on her fallen kimono, turned her head slightly, glanced at Inuyasha, and then looked away with disdain.

"And you, man, can't you take your eyes off a lady while she's getting dressed? Have some gentlemanly manners!"

"I'm not a gentleman, what's the point of having manners?" Inuyasha looked at the two, one as still as water, the other as swift as the wind.

Kanna is the "emptiness" aspect of Naraku's being, stripped away from the group of demons—desireless, without wants, without self, like an empty mirror that only reflects but does not capture.

The other is the most instinctive yearning for freedom shared by humans and monsters—to break free from constraints, to pursue direction, and to refuse to be trapped by any shape.

The power of a million demons was stripped away, purified, and refined layer by layer, and the essence that finally settled down became the two of them.

As for other clone demons, Inuyasha didn't have the energy to create them. If they were gone, they were gone. This made Kagura and Kanna even more perfect.

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