Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, in a secret room in the attic, candlelight burned dimly, illuminating the dense talismans on the four stone walls.

Inuyasha sat in the center of the circular array in the secret chamber, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the small terracotta figurine he was making in front of him.

The terracotta figurine is dark brown all over and was made by mixing tomb soil with his hair.

It had no face or markings, and now, soaked in blood beads, it gleamed with a wet, dark red sheen.

After nearly twenty days of effort.

Inuyasha gradually eliminated the inferior methods among the eight resurrection techniques and soul-summoning methods, and has begun to venture into the field of soul-summoning.

It's not a complete resurrection, but rather summoning the souls that haven't yet been reincarnated from the underworld for a brief conversation.

"The terracotta figurine contains my hair, and the blood of my relatives serves as a guide. Using the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal's formation to secure the passage... it should be feasible."

Outside the circular formation, the runes that Inuyasha had spent several days drawing began to light up one by one.

The outermost four cardinal directions shone with four colors of light: blue, red, white, and black. This was followed by the cyclical trajectory of the five elements in the middle, with metal, wood, water, fire, and earth alternating in rotation.

Finally, there was the inner soul-summoning incantation, each stroke emitting a ghostly green light in the darkness.

The terracotta figurine suddenly trembled, and the outline of its facial features began to vaguely emerge on its blank face.

"The realms of Yin and Yang are separated, yet the soul finds its way home."

Inuyasha's consciousness blurred for a moment, as if he had fallen into a deep well.

The world before my eyes was replaced by a hazy, gray scene, as if I were looking into another time and space through a thick layer of frosted glass.

He saw a river, its water murky and a deathly bluish-gray. On the opposite bank, there were shadowy figures, seemingly wandering about, their faces indistinct, their genders indistinguishable.

Under the power of the formation, a narrow opening was torn in the gray fog on the opposite bank of the river.

In a fleeting glimpse, Inuyasha saw a figure—white hair flowing down his shoulders, a tall and imposing figure, sitting cross-legged, holding a long sword.

The sword exuded a chilling, malevolent aura, but it was completely suppressed by the aura flowing around that figure, unable to move an inch.

Inuyasha wanted to see more clearly, and the words almost spilled from his lips—

The terracotta figurine shattered upon impact.

With a crisp "crack," the grave soil crumbled into fine dust, and the light flowing along the runes suddenly reversed, as if an invisible hand had violently pulled him back from the edge of the riverbank.

Consciousness rose rapidly.

It's like a drowning person being suddenly pulled out of the water, their chest filled with the air of reality.

Only one voice remained in my ears, carrying a hint of relief and emotion, echoing across the divide between life and death—

"Is that Inuyasha... You've grown up too."

Inuyasha suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He looked down and saw that the terracotta figurines had shattered into dust, and the light of the circular array had dimmed completely, leaving only wisps of smoke silently dissipating in the afterglow of the candlelight.

"As expected, Inu no Taisho is still suppressing the Murakumo in the Underworld. But who sent that scabbard to the Underworld? What accident happened in later generations that led it to end up at Higurashi Shrine?"

"The Congyun Fang also possesses the power of resurrection. If the evil spirits on the sword can be removed, it would be an unparalleled divine weapon."

Inuyasha pondered the three most powerful swords in the world, "The Tessaiga, which grows and evolves by absorbing demonic power, has slain countless demons, but it has become useless in my hands."

"Are you worried that I won't be able to control myself? Has the demonic power that was stripped away dissipated, or is it stored somewhere like the Tenseiga?"

"We need to improve the soul-summoning ritual; there are many things I need to ask Old Deng."

Inuyasha got up, cleaned the room, and then left the secret chamber.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the melting snow dripped from the eaves, forming strings of water droplets that refracted into tiny arcs of light under the sun.

In the courtyard, the Spring Festival supplies delivered by the Nine-Nine Toad were piled up like a small mountain, and stacks of New Year's goods wrapped in red paper were neatly stacked. Several leopard cats were carrying rice wine to the warehouse.

The friendly sparring between Jieluo and Donglan completely dispelled the arrogance of the leopard cats, making them quite docile.

Moreover, it must be said that in terms of physique, monsters are simply top-grade oxen and horses, comparable to various modern large-scale mechanical equipment.

Inuyasha glanced at the strand of hair that was being stepped on, then looked up.

The winter sky was a clear, deep blue, with a few wisps of thin clouds hanging lazily along the ridge of the distant mountains, like cotton wool torn apart by the wind.

Under the clear sunlight, the mountains revealed their layered outlines, with dark blue and light gray interspersed, stretching all the way to the horizon, a magnificent sight.

A moment later, a slender black figure swept past downstairs.

With a light touch of her toes on the railing, Yura leaped into Inuyasha's arms, her arms naturally encircling his neck as she looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"How's the preparation for the Spring Festival going?" Inuyasha asked casually, supporting her waist.

Jieluo rested her chin on his shoulder. "Everything is ready, except for the final push."

Inuyasha smiled upon hearing this.

………………

The mountain path winds its way forward, with snow clinging to the bare branches on both sides, and the wind rustles through the forest, sending snowflakes falling.

Jaken jogged alongside Sesshomaru, his short legs moving incredibly fast, and he kept talking non-stop.

"Lord Sesshomaru, are you really not going to Rashomon?" He tilted his head back and asked cautiously, "Last time, during the battle with the leopard cat, Lord Inuyasha didn't say a word and just personally led his men here."

"This Spring Festival, they've all sent out invitations. If we don't even show up, wouldn't it seem a bit...?"

"Does that seem disrespectful?"

Sesshomaru, who was walking ahead, did not respond.

"It's Chinese New Year, after all, we should be with our families... Hey, Lord Sesshomaru, please slow down."

Seeing this, Xie Jian sighed, quickened his pace, and caught up, panting heavily.

He secretly glanced at his master's profile, and seeing that the cold and stern face remained expressionless, he mustered his courage and continued.

"Besides, this trip will also allow us to see how Inuyasha-sama uses the Tessaiga."

"That's a treasured sword left by the master; we can't let him take it back and use it as decoration, can we?"

"In case he doesn't use it smoothly, young master Sesshomaru can give him some pointers..."

The more he spoke, the more he felt he had struck a chord with Sesshomaru. Then he saw his young master's figure rise into the air and soar into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, hey, hey—Lord Sesshomaru, where are you going! Wait for me!"

Jaken was terrified and stopped muttering. He rushed forward, kicked off the ground with both legs, and grabbed the edge of Sesshomaru's flying fur vest with both hands.

She was like a kite suspended in mid-air, swaying back and forth with the wind.

"……call."

Jaken buried his face in the furry hide, took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and revealed a satisfied expression.

The fur felt soft and warm to the touch, carrying the cool, refreshing scent of Sesshomaru, like a warm cloud covered in frost.

"...This fur feels so good..."

A faint, cold snort came from above, making the little demon tremble with fear.