Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 72 Kikyo's Copy, Yuuyo's Father and Daughter-in-Law

"Feng, you take your men and gather all the half-demons on the island, then come with me. Jie Luo, you do the same. The rest of you can leave."

The first appearance of the God of Justice was enough to open the eyes of the monsters in Rashomon to the world.

The monsters are only taking up space here and serve no other purpose.

Upon receiving the order, the demons dispersed, and the demonic aura on the sea surface rapidly thinned out like the receding tide, leaving only the exposed sunlight and a calm sea surface.

The shrine maiden and her sorcerers prepare to take over the island's frightened half-demon children.

According to the proposed plan, the children will be directly placed under the jurisdiction of the Ruri Shrine.

Girls are incorporated into the priestess system and trained from a young age; boys are assigned to the law enforcement department that the shrine is preparing to establish, and will become one of the cornerstones of the Eastern Kingdom's order in the future.

Meanwhile, Jaken hopped and skipped after Sesshomaru, chattering excitedly as he did so.

Sesshomaru nodded slightly to Inuyasha, and the master and servant did not linger for long before transforming into two streaks of light that pierced the sky.

They continue their long journey of reading it as "wandering" and writing it as "enclosing land."

With Sesshomaru's imperial sword hanging over the world, he can suppress the restless hearts of many evil spirits wherever he goes.

After all, this great god doesn't care about many people. He's not greedy for power or wealth, nor is he interested in beautiful women. In a way, he's the perfect, decisive male protagonist.

"Let's go to the village first and comfort those little devils."

Inuyasha turned around and flew towards the half-demon village on Horai Island with Kaede and Yura.

The shrine troops traversed the forest shattered by the aftershocks of the sword energy, bypassed the collapsed torii gates and broken stone paths, and soon arrived at the settlement built by the lake.

The village is small, with wooden houses scattered about, eaves hanging low, and the lake reflecting the sunlight and white clouds.

Occasionally a breeze sweeps by, shattering the pool of light and shadow before slowly healing it.

On the paths between the houses, there were messy footprints left from last night's running, and several half-closed wooden doors creaked in the breeze.

A few timid eyes occasionally peeked out from the cracks in the doors of the houses. The changes on Penglai Island came too suddenly, leaving them at a loss.

"Don't be afraid, everyone."

Inside the house, Asagi, the eldest and both the older sister and mother, calmly said, "As long as we still have value, the Four Gods will not easily abandon us."

She said something she herself didn't believe.

The Four Gods spared them because the blood and power of half-demons were the best sacrifices.

When the time comes for the Roaring Cauldron to do so, they will be pushed into that blazing furnace and turned into fuel to unleash its power.

Hearing Asagi's words, the half-demons were both frightened and bewildered.

"Placing our hopes on the enemy who killed our parents—" Moegi huddled in the corner, her chin resting on her knees.

"Is there some mistake here?"

The air inside felt heavier, and several younger children buried their heads even lower.

"Asagi-neechan, someone's here."

Lan crouched by the door, peering through the crack. Her clear eyes were clouded with unease, but in the next second, they shone like two lit lamps.

She suddenly stood up and pushed the wooden door open with a bang.

"It's Inuyasha!"

"He's brought people to rescue us!"

His voice was filled with barely suppressed surprise and joy, like a bird that had been caged for a long time suddenly seeing the open cage door.

Lan ran out excitedly, and Asagi's expression changed; she could only follow after her.

Before she could even speak, she saw Lan, like a fawn rushing into the forest, leap towards the crimson figure.

"Lan, it's been a long time."

Inuyasha reached out and caught the little demon who jumped into his arms.

Lan hung around his neck, her two thin arms wrapped tightly around him.

The scent of grass and earth mingled with the aroma of sunlight, filling my nostrils.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling like pebbles washed clean by a lake, her voice clear and bright, "It really is you! I knew you'd come, brother!"

"Of course, don't you know who I am!" Inuyasha grinned, patted Ran's head, and then tossed her up, letting the fragrant little girl fall into his arms.

His silvery-white hair brushed against his blue cheeks, and the sunlight fell on his crimson robes, giving them a warm, dark glow.

"The Four War Gods have been dealt with by your brother. From now on, your brother will take you to live a good life."

Blue's eyes suddenly lit up, and she buried half her face in his shoulder before lifting it up again. "Huh? Inuyasha-nii-san, really!"

"Of course it's true."

Asagi stood a few steps away, listening to these words, looking at Inuyasha in the sunlight and Ran, who had been caught by him and was laughing happily, and a feeling of disbelief, as if he had fallen into a dream, welled up in his heart.

"Asagi, call all the little ones over here, your big brother will take you home."

Startled awake by these words, Asagi met Inuyasha's gentle, smiling gaze, exclaimed "Ah!", and turned to run back into the house.

A faint blush seemed to have appeared on the pointed ears.

When Feng and Jieluo saw this scene, they almost rolled their eyes. The former took Ran from Inuyasha's arms, while the latter glanced at the dog and said, "How can you be interested in someone so small?"

Adhering to the principle that the innocent will remain innocent and the guilty will remain guilty, Inuyasha remained calm.

After chatting with the kids who came out of the house for a while, Inuyasha left the people in charge of handling the affairs behind and took Kaede and Yura towards the place where spiritual energy was gathering.

After passing through a mountain wall covered with vines and ancient trees, the three found the entrance to a stone cave hidden among moss and rock crevices.

The cave entrance is narrow and deep, allowing only two people to walk side by side. The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes, until the outline of the natural stone steps under your feet is almost completely hidden in the shadows.

Just as their vision was about to completely fail, a faint blue light emerged from the depths of the stone wall. At first, it appeared as a few scattered points, but then it merged into a whole, spreading along the cave wall like a flaming galaxy.

Those are fluorite attached to stalactites, with hundreds of tiny specks of light densely adorning the hanging stalagmites, making the entire cave look like a crystal palace submerged underwater.

The light casts layers of shadows on the stone wall, revealing bizarre and varied shapes.

The air was filled with moist moisture and the fresh scent of minerals.

The sound of water echoed deep within the cave, sometimes near, sometimes far, making it impossible to discern its direction.

The three of them walked down the stone steps, and after turning a few corners, their view suddenly opened up.

Ahead lies an underground lake.

There was no sunlight above the lake, but countless tiny fireflies emanated from the bottom of the water or between the stone walls, enveloping the underground space in a tranquil pale blue halo.

In the very center of the lake, a large tree grows out of the water.

The tree trunk is as thick as a pillar, covered with bluish-gray bark. The roots are clearly visible below the lake surface, like dark veins, drawing something from the rocks at the bottom of the water, slowly and steadily transporting it upwards.

The tree trunk extended upwards for several dozen feet, then stopped branching at the top, revealing a bright green oval sphere supported by branches.

The sphere exudes a gentle yet rich aura of life. Just standing by the lake, one can feel the vigorous vitality that overflows from the surface of the sphere like a tide.

Inside the sphere was a woman—a very beautiful woman.

With her arms crossed in front of her chest, her posture was so serene it was almost like she was asleep. Her long hair was spread out in the water, like a piece of dark silk soaked in light.

Her face was not clearly visible through the semi-transparent sphere, but even so, her unforgettable features made Feng's eyes widen.

"Kikyo-neechan—!"

Feng subconsciously took a step forward, his feet stepping into the shallow water by the lake.

His gaze was fixed on the emerald green humanoid figure, his pupils swirling with astonishment, disbelief, and some other complex emotions.

There's no way around it, the dog's romantic relationships are all over the place these days. If it really were Kikyo, it would probably go berserk on the spot.

"Kaede, that's a clone of Kikyo." Inuyasha reached out and pressed it down. "Twenty-five years ago, Ryura created it with her blood. It has no soul, no memories, it's just an empty shell."

"A body without a soul? Isn't that a ready-made vessel for resurrection?"

Jieluo raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the sphere and Inuyasha, a knowing look in his voice.

"As long as there is a way to bring the soul back, this body can be used directly."

The female demon smiled at Inuyasha, "Kikyo, is that you? You're such a beautiful woman, I can't help but be smitten."

, 7

"Stop being cheeky, or Kikyo might actually shoot you when she revives."

Inuyasha looked up and flicked Yura on the forehead. The female demon gave a coquettish hum, clearly not believing that she couldn't beat Kikyo.

This inexplicable self-confidence is similar to that of the leopard cat Donglan.

"resurrection?"

Feng snapped out of his daze, stared at Inuyasha, and said in a low, deep voice.

"Kikyo died with resentment. Would she agree to be resurrected?"

Due to the leopard cat's activity, several resurrection techniques are submitted to Rashomon every year.

Kaede, who knew what Inuyasha wanted to do, was also somewhat involved.

Inuyasha met Kaede's gaze and said, "Then you'll have to ask her yourself."

Meanwhile, in the Netherworld.

Douya opened his eyes.

The winds of the underworld blow from an unknown distance, passing through the desolate underworld and silent rivers, bringing the breath of the living to us.

"That brat Inuyasha is back in the Underworld. What's he up to this time?"

"There is also an unfamiliar spiritual energy."

""

The underworld is vast and boundless.

There was only boundless silence and an eternally unchanging gray sky.

Toga sat alone, using his demonic power to suppress the evil thoughts of Soun-ga day and night, and had very little contact with the outside world.

The wind was his only hearing and sight here—a wind that came from the world, carrying the breath of the living, bringing fragmented pieces to his ears.

Since sending his delicate wife, Izayoi, who couldn't withstand the corruption of the underworld for long, to reincarnation, he has never wandered off again.

Wandering.

Now that he has discovered Inuyasha entangled with a spiritual aura imbued with death energy, his curiosity as a father has been piqued.

Let's go take a look.

With the Cloud Fang on his back, Douya Wang flew across the underworld where countless souls lingered, heading towards the direction where the spider lilies bloomed.

Deep within the sea of ​​red spider lilies, crimson petals sway in the wind, like an ever-burning fiery cloud stretching to the horizon.

Kikyo sat among the flowers, her knees bent, her arms wrapped around herself, her chin resting on her knees, her gaze vacant as she stared at the distant, hazy horizon of the underworld.

Her world has been turned upside down ever since she last saw Inuyasha.

Those memories that we thought were sealed away are like old things that have been dug out from the bottom of a box, and as the dust is shaken off, their clear appearance is revealed.

On the riverbank in spring, Inuyasha stepped into the stream, muttering things like, "Why are there so few of these damn fish?"

But the next day he would still bring her the fish he had caught, with a proud smile on his face.

Under the shade of the trees in summer, he lay on the grass, his silver hair scattered all over the ground, the chirping of cicadas pressing down from above. She sat a few steps away, tidying up the arrows, and occasionally she could see him turn over and bury his face in his arms as he slept.

The images flashed before her eyes frame by frame, so clear that she could almost smell the wind and hear the birdsong.

But all the warmth was severed at the end, shattering all her love and leaving her with a claw mark that pierced through her body.

"Inuyasha—he's still alive—"

Kikyo clenched the fabric in front of her knees, causing faint blue lines to appear at her joints.

Why? Why did you have to appear before me again just when I had finally made up my mind to let go of everything and embark on the cycle of reincarnation?

Is it really that bad that you can't stand me?

Something welled up in the corner of Kikyo's eyes, sliding warmly down her cheeks and dripping into the flowers, leaving dark circular marks on the crimson petals.

The resentment in her heart entwined around her like vines, suffocating her.

Pain, confusion, resentment, longing, and favoritism—emotions that Kikyo thought had been dulled by time—now cut into her heart like a newly sharpened blade.

Love and hate are intertwined, and it's hard to tell which side is heavier.

She hated his betrayal, hated that he made her taste the pain of being hurt by the person she trusted most in the final moments of her life.

But Kikyo also remembered his silhouette leaning against the tree, his unwavering back as he shielded her from the demon, and his haughty demeanor when he draped the Fire Rat Robe over her shoulders.

The priestess hugged her knees, burying her face in her arms. The spider lilies rustled in the wind, as if they were weeping softly for her.

The sky above the underworld hung low and gray, without sun or moon.

There was only an eternal, unchanging silence that swallowed all sound.

Suddenly, the wind changed.

Kikyo raised her head.

On the horizon, a majestic figure stands amidst the surging crimson.

With broad shoulders and a wide back, long silver-white hair, and golden eyes that lacked any aggressive edge but instead exuded a calmness honed by the passage of time, like an ancient well reflecting the moonlight.

He stopped a few steps away, his gaze falling on Kikyo, and his expression darkened slightly.

The scene before me is crystal clear.

Could that brat have fallen for someone else and caused the priestess to die tragically?

Touga's heart skipped a beat, and under Kikyo's wary gaze, he spoke.

"Miss Shrine Maiden, I am Inuyasha's father, Toga."

His voice was soft and deep, like a rock falling into deep water.

Kikyo stood up, the hem of her shrine maiden robe sweeping across the flowerbed, causing a few crimson petals to flutter and fall at her feet.

Her eyes were still red and wet with tears, and traces of tears were faintly visible on her cheeks.

But in the blink of an eye, the look in those eyes shifted from wary to sharp, like a knife drawn from its sheath.

"Get out of my way."

The priestess's voice was cold, as cold as the deepest river in the underworld: "I don't want to see anyone related to Inuyasha."

""

Douya Wang's expression froze.

What unforgivable evil did Inuyasha do to that person?

Er Gou's father raised his hands, palms facing outwards, his large hands spread open.

"—Child, don't rush."

Touya-o lived for far too long.

I have seen too many people and things, love and hate, gathering and parting, life and death.

He has experienced all of these things.

The shrine maiden before me possessed pure and powerful spiritual energy, yet she harbored deep resentment and had been unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, clearly indicating that her inner turmoil remained unresolved.

If this continues for a long time, one's will will be assimilated by the underworld, and one might become a wandering ghost, drifting on the netherworld.

"What a tragedy!"

But we can't ignore it.

Touya sighed inwardly, but his face remained expressionless.

He looked at Kikyo, his tone softening, "If Inuyasha did anything wrong, you can tell me."

"I'm going to settle the score with that brat!"

"This is the underworld, who can you hold accountable? Ha, the upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked, just like Inuyasha, full of lies!"

""

Kikyo reached behind her and grasped the bow. The bow arm flipped in her palm, and the string was pulled open by her index and middle fingers.

A pale white light condensed on the bowstring, the arrowhead pointing directly at Douya Wang's face. The light was cold and sharp, like a line of cold light carved out from the depths of ice.

"If Inuyasha can communicate between the human world and the spirit world, why can't I?"

Douya Wang glanced at the arrow formed from spiritual energy and knew that things couldn't be rushed.

He offered only a brief explanation, then stepped back, revealing a relieved smile.

"I believe you are a good child. If you want to talk, you can come to me anytime."

After saying that, Douya Wang flew away and landed in a place far away from the flower bushes.

All around was silent, and the gray sky hung low like a canopy. He took out a black pearl from his pocket, and demonic power seeped into the pearl from his palm, causing a very faint ripple to appear on the surface of the pearl.

"Hosenki, have Myoga investigate whether Inuyasha had a relationship with a priestess."

The words entered the pearl, transforming into a wisp of barely perceptible demonic energy that traveled along the patterns inside the black pearl toward the mortal world.

After doing all this, Touga-o put the black pearl back into his arms, sat down cross-legged, placed the Murakumo-ga back on his knees, placed his hands on the sword, and his demonic power flowed out as usual.

Just like the Sage of Six Paths in Naruto, who died over a thousand years ago but still lingers in the underworld, remotely controlling the ninja world.

It's like Abe no Seimei in "Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan," who attempts to be resurrected in hell.

For a transcendent great demon like Toga, who has reached the pinnacle of the world, the boundary between life and death is sometimes not as clear as ordinary people think.

The only difference is whether they want to truly wash away everything about themselves and return to the origin.

The wind blew from the ends of the underworld, ruffling the hair on her forehead.

Kikyo put down her bow and arrow and turned to walk in the opposite direction from Toga.

She never wanted to see that father and son again.

But a premonition arose in her heart that her relationship with Inuyasha was not over yet.