Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 78 The Second Time I Am Alone Across the Heavens, Piercing Through Time and Space

Xi Shi clutched her heart; even I felt pity for her.

Looking at Kikyo, who was clinging to him like a kitten and letting him play with her as he pleased, Inuyasha felt a little inhuman.

Wait, I don't think I'm really human.

That's fine.

The issue of openly establishing a harem has been resolved, but we still need to be careful behind the scenes.

Kikyo feels guilty and insecure, but that doesn't mean she's truly happy or willing to accept sharing the dog that she used to have all to herself with someone else.

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Inuyasha's mind raced.

"Inuyasha, look at me~ look at me~"

The cloying voice sent shivers down the half-demon's spine, and Kikyo's eyes sparkled.

"Didn't we say we wanted to have a baby? How about we have a puppy together?"

"Inuyasha~"

After an unknown amount of time, Inuyasha raised his face, which was glistening with moisture from Kikyo's kisses, and left the secret chamber where Naraku was imprisoned, taking his first step towards a beautiful life under the sun.

He walked this path with extreme caution and trepidation for three years, yet he also walked it with composure and confidence.

It has been a full ten years since the awakening.

It was still the same sacred tree. Inuyasha sat on the treetop, his eyes slowly closing.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on his silver hair and crimson clothes.

The half-demon seemed to be asleep, or perhaps waiting for something—like a leaf caught in the wind, briefly hovering in mid-air before falling to the ground.

The second "All Heavens Are Mine" has arrived.

A force rose from the depths of the soul, like a stone thrown into deep water, sinking calmly, but rippling outwards as it touched the bottom.

It is different from the fiery power of demons, the clear and cool power of spirits, and the profound power of magic.

It carried an oppressive weight, like a silent mountain slowly descending from the void, pressing down on the boundaries of his soul.

The name is ancient and simple, like a blade polished by time, without fancy patterns, yet exceptionally sharp and formidable.

The second [he/she/me].

From a world where monsters roam the night and demons whisper in the alleys.

"The world of 'Nurarihyon no Mago'! A yokai who wields the power of fear."

Inuyasha quickly flipped through the memories of "others" and "me," filling in the gaps in the anime and summarizing a logically consistent worldview.

Unlike the Sengoku period in "Inuyasha," the modern society in "Nurarihyon no Mago" has passed through a turbulent and sinful era.

The land on which monsters depended for survival was taken away by peace—human footprints covered the mountains and plains, building roads through mountains and bridges over rivers.

The light of civilization illuminates the world.

The living space for monsters has drastically shrunk, and even the lord of all demons and monsters has to survive in the cracks of the human world.

At the same time, the sheer number of humans was crowding out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, causing a significant decrease in the number of physical demons such as dog demons, cat demons, and fox demons within the demon race.

It can be described as "not allowed to become spirits after the founding of the People's Republic of China".

But in the ensuing oral tradition, a new era of monsters was born.

Born from legends, fears, and repeated stories from ancient times to the present, monsters are born with the power of "fear".

The essence of fear is a kind of bewitching momentum, an indescribable aura.

The battles between monsters in the new era are a battle for "fear," and the core lies in whether one can overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum.

Whoever has the stronger momentum and the greater the pressure will gain the upper hand in the confrontation.

However, once the fear is broken, the opponent sees through the truth or is overwhelmed by a stronger aura.

The practitioner's foundation will be shaken, and they will fall into the dangerous situation of "breaking fear".

"Fear" is a force that can be artificially gathered together, and the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is the pinnacle of this.

Besides the overall increase in his vitality, spirit, and even lifespan, Inuyasha felt the power of "fear," similar to the external soul bone in Douluo Continent, which was tightly wrapped around his source power.

"This power is interesting."

Inuyasha had a sudden thought.

The source energy focused on his eyes, piercing through the afternoon sunlight and dust, and he saw countless threads hanging down from the void.

Like a spider web moistened by night dew, it gleams with a very faint silvery-gray luster in the sunlight.

One end of the thread was attached to the half-demon's body, conforming to his outline.

The other end of the line extends in all directions, passing through forests, crossing rivers, and flowing over cities and fields, stretching far into the distance beyond the reach of sight—

Every household!

The power of fear comes from those who trust him, follow him, and are willing to tie their fate to his name.

Even a weak yokai, as long as it stands in the procession of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, can, with the "fear" of its companions superimposed on its own, be able to face off against an opponent far stronger than itself, supported by the combined force.

Inuyasha, who stands at the pinnacle of this land, is known to the world and praised by millions. As the sole overlord of more than 6,000 square kilometers, the half-demon who sits in the center of the Eastern Kingdom gathers an invisible "fear" around him!

Therefore, "fear" is expanding rapidly!

With the amplification of fear, the source power became so strong that even Inuyasha was surprised. Uncontrollable demonic energy overflowed from his body, sweeping across the forest and sky.

The branches and leaves of the sacred tree swayed violently, and the afternoon clouds were pushed aside from the center by the force, revealing the clear sky below, which surged in all directions like ripples.

In the courtyard of Ruri Shrine, Kikyo sat on the veranda with a book open on her lap. Seven or eight little radish heads sat in front of her, looking up as she told her stories of exorcising demons in ancient times.

Suddenly, the priestess's voice stopped.

Her gaze swept over the children's heads and landed in the direction of the sacred tree, a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she looked back at the little witches and continued the interrupted story.

"Kikyo-neechan————"

Lan, who is over a hundred years old and still dedicated to the role of a "loli" (a term referring to young girls), sat in the front row. Suddenly, she raised her hand to cover her chest, her face turning slightly pale.

"I...I'm not feeling well."

As if she were experiencing altitude sickness, she felt short of breath, as if something was enveloping her everywhere.

Kikyo looked down at her, smiled, and reached out to pat Ran's head, as if comforting a kitten frightened by thunder.

"It's probably going to rain soon."

"It's just a bit stuffy."

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Inuyasha's aura is like the omnipresent sky. Even if it is suppressed to some extent, the sky is still the sky. Only those who stand at the top can discover its terrifying power.

But to Kikyo, the other party was just a shameless lecherous dog.

What happened three years ago is a dark chapter in the shrine maiden's life that she can hardly talk about.

If her spiritual power hadn't been still sealed, she would have found an excuse to go to Rashomon long ago, to subtly provoke the philandering cat, and to retaliate in self-defense.

Anyway, Inuyasha has the means to revive, so it's okay to let them die once, right?

As for his own bratty younger sister, he simply ignored her to avoid getting annoyed.

A hundred miles away, on the official road leading from Zenkenkyo to the next shrine, Kaede was leading a group of graduating shrine maidens on a pilgrimage and training.

Show them the land and people of the East, and let the shrine maidens know their duties.

Kaede rode on a pony, the hem of her white robe and crimson trousers fluttering slightly in the afternoon breeze. Suddenly, she pulled on the reins and turned to look in the direction of the Ruri Shrine.

"You've gotten stronger, Inuyasha?"

She chuckled to herself, thinking that now Kikyo-neechan was even more unable to escape.

Inside the castle lord's mansion in Zenkenkyo, Kujira was reviewing the documents for this year's expedition. Inuyasha's five-year development plan had been exceeded, and this year would be the day to unify Kanto and sweep away the filth.

Jiujiuchan's pen hovered on the paper for a moment before he continued to write.

Below the last line of notes, he steadily added the word "Accurate," then picked up the seal next to him and stamped it.

Sunlight streamed in at an angle, making the sun emblem on his shoulder appear to shimmer with a glint of light.

In the depths of the Soul Research Lab in Luo Shengjing, Chunlan and the black witch Chun stood together before a long table covered with ancient scrolls.

Tiny particles of light floated in the air; these were fragments of the soul they had just separated from a death row inmate.

Chunlan stopped what she was doing, glanced out the window, then lowered her gaze, her cat tail swaying gently behind her.

"—Did you feel it?"

Without even looking up, Chun turned a page, her tone so indifferent it was almost perfunctory, "It's just some commotion at the shrine. Finish the mission as soon as possible; I don't want to work overtime with you until dark."

Ever since Kikyo appeared before the world, the Black Witch's mood has been extremely bad.

He voluntarily transferred away from the shrine, too lazy to see Kikyo's aloof and indifferent face.

On the terrace of the highest floor of the castle tower, Yura was drinking with Fuuran.

Dong Lan picked up her wine cup, took a sip, and gazed at the sun-bleached mountain ridge in the distance. "Does strength allow one to do whatever one wants? What is he up to now?"

Jieluo put down his wine cup. "Who knows? Anyway, it won't blow the roof off."

"As for you, when do you plan to revive your lord? Inuyasha has already given you the method for complete resurrection."

When confronted with Jie Luo's question, Dong Lan toyed with the wine cup in her hand, her eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.

She had personally witnessed the battle between the lord and the dog general, and was well aware of the strength and temperament of her great demon.

If he were to find out after his resurrection that he had led the leopard cat clan to join the dog demons for ten years, he would probably die of anger on the spot.

"Let's wait a little longer."

Hearing Donglan's answer, Jieluo smiled without saying a word, picked up the wine bottle and filled it for himself and Donglan, asking somewhat drunkenly.

"So, when do you plan to take on the challenge we agreed on ten years from now?"

"Me, fight Inuyasha? Would I win?"

Jieluo raised his wine cup, while Donglan, inwardly complaining, raised his cup to clink with hers.

Ice Cat heard the demon laugh, "Inuyasha said there's a prize for the brave."

Donglan seemed to be deep in thought.

Far away in the mountains, at the Totosai Forging Workshop, which spews lava and has a huge monster skull displayed outside, Sesshomaru stands by the furnace.

Xie Jian, standing to the side, was moving his toes up and down, his reddened soles almost emitting blue smoke.

"Sesshomaru, I understand your desire to integrate the Tenseiga into the Bakusaiga, but I really can't do it!"

A broken tooth signifies death, while a naturally formed tooth signifies life.

Sesshomaru believed that the new sword, which combined the strengths of the two swords, would become even stronger and truly surpass that disrespectful half-demon.

But Totosai really couldn't do it. The Bakusaiga alone was a divine weapon born from the very creation of heaven and earth, something that human power could not forge.

If he really wanted to continue playing dumb and fooling around, his old eyes suddenly looked towards the horizon, clicked his tongue twice, and tapped his withered fingers on his knee. "Wow, Inuyasha is as strong as a monster."

Sesshomaru didn't reply, or even turn his head; instead, a soft, ambiguous hum escaped from his nose.

Inuyasha slowly withdrew his imposing aura.

The raging tide, a fusion of fear and primal energy, receded layer by layer and sank into his body, leaving only the clouds closing in on the horizon.

"Getting stronger feels great!"

He sat on the treetop, his chest heaving, and then burst into hearty laughter.

Then, he pushed off the treetop with his toes and stood beside the thick trunk of the sacred tree. He looked up at the ancient tree that he had a bond with, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

After undergoing two cycles of fusion and training with his "other self," Inuyasha's mental strength is now vastly different, and he can perceive far more than before.

It is not only the flow of spiritual energy in the sacred tree that can be clearly detected, but also the faint spiritual fluctuations deep within the tree trunk.

Over the years, he had sensed this fluctuation several times, but it was always like a door that had been tightly shut from the inside, giving him no response.

Inuyasha realized that sycophants never get what they deserve, and that once you have power, you have to be tougher.

A tangible spiritual force surged forth from the sea of ​​consciousness and fiercely penetrated the depths of the Divine Tree.

The consciousness that had been silent, hiding, and refusing to respond suddenly trembled.

A panicked voice burst from the heart of the tree, like a bird sleeping soundly in its nest whose roof had been ripped off, leaving it too frantic to even fold its feathers.

"Inuyasha, what do you want to do?"

Inuyasha scoffed, "What are you doing? I'm doing you!"

"I greeted you a few years ago, but you didn't say a word, playing dead quite convincingly. What, you're not pretending anymore?"

The branches and leaves of the sacred tree rustled for a while, and it knew that it had nowhere to retreat. One of its tendrils had penetrated a hundred feet into the ground, and it was impossible to move forward.

Since it couldn't escape, it resigned itself to its fate and said helplessly.

"I'm just a tree. I can't do what you're thinking."

In recent years, Inuyasha has been muttering a lot, and the sacred tree knows what the half-demon is thinking.

In recent years, Inuyasha has often muttered under the tree, and although the sacred tree never responds, it remembers every single word.

He kept repeating phrases like "apex crossing," "gateway to time," and "the vast universe of stars and seas" over and over again.

It's just a tree that has become a spirit!

How will you know if you don't try?

Inuyasha crossed his arms, his concentrated spiritual energy transforming into a large, eerie blue hand that rapidly stirred within the tree trunk.

Unable to escape, the sacred tree could only watch helplessly as it was grabbed by a giant hand and its soul was forcibly extracted from its body.

"Inuyasha!"

Faced with harsh reality, the sacred tree let out a scream of surrender.

"I can try for you, but you should also be prepared that it might be a one-way trip!"

"What do you mean, 'your help'? Do you think I'm some kind of saint who would choose to lose half the battle after surrendering?"

Inuyasha casually lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the pale green soul of the sacred tree. "It is your honor to become my servant and receive such great training."

His spiritual power surged forth once more.

Source energy condensed in his palm into a dark golden rune, with fine lines growing outwards along the edge of the rune, like a blooming branded flower.

After it was formed, the mark left his palm and fell toward the soul of the Divine Tree.

"Inuyasha, let's talk this over. I'm willing to cooperate completely!"

The Sacred Tree, held firmly in the half-demon's mental grip, realized that begging for mercy was useless and became enraged. "After humiliating me like this, aren't you afraid that when you travel through time, you'll never be able to return?!"

There are two types of time travel. One is a passive spacetime effect, which throws the monster corpses in the Well of Bones into other spacetimes.

Another type is the active ability of the Sacred Tree, which can guide people to other dimensions.

"What are you mumbling about?"

But Inuyasha ignored the barking and ravings of the sacred tree, and the lotus rune landed on its soul, like a red-hot stamp pressed onto a soft wax surface.

Dark gold patterns spread outward from the point of contact, circled the edge of the soul's outline, and then sank into the depths, like a lotus flower taking root and settling down.

Inuyasha sensed it.

The moment the lotus mark settled, he was able to sense the flow of thought of the Divine Tree.

The feedback from the imprint was clear, crisp, and full of malice, as if it wanted to throw itself into a garbage dump outside of time and space.

This branding technique was created by the witch Rita and the black witch Tsubaki; both of them had boundless energy when it came to doing evil.

Of course, no one gets up early without a reason, and they were also promised a reward of spirit dresses by Inuyasha.

"Alright."

Inuyasha clapped his hands, a smile playing on his lips. "Now we're officially acquainted. We'll have plenty of time to talk about all the things you've been hiding."

He released the large hand formed from his spiritual power, and before the Divine Tree could react, he flipped his palm over again. "But before that, I'll give you something good."

Azure flames ignited, their light spreading and enveloping the sacred wood.

Fine, dark blue lines climbed, coiled, and coalesced along the outline of the soul, eventually forming a fixed shape.

A mirror about the size of a palm, oval in shape, with smooth edges and a surface that gleams with a luster between emerald green and deep blue.

The inside of the mirror is completely empty.

It does not reflect sunlight, nor does it cast human shadows.

Only countless tiny particles of light flow within it, like a galaxy compressed into a small space, slowly rotating.

Unique Spirit Gear: Mirror of Time.

It can absorb the energy of other worlds and, when the energy of spacetime is fully accumulated, actively open a door to the other side.

Or, through daily accumulation, one can open a passage to a parallel universe.

"As expected, the inherent spirit armor reflects one's innate abilities, and youkai are naturally gifted in this regard."