Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 80 Inuyasha in a panic, Toga stepping into a trap

Inuyasha sat down on the veranda, the spot beside him slightly warm from the sunlight.

Feng also sat down, the hem of his white robe and crimson trousers brushing against the wooden surface, the two of them very close together.

Normally, Kaede wouldn't act like this in front of others to maintain her dignity, but since Kikyo's resurrection, she has become increasingly frank.

Feng also knew that if he didn't make his intentions clear, his older sister might take the silver-haired half-demon away.

In terms of possessiveness as a woman, Kikyo is just as domineering as her purifying power.

After a moment of silence, Kaede spoke softly, "Inuyasha, going to other worlds—is that really alright?"

She was very restrained in her words.

Judging from Inuyasha's actions—dispatching vanguard troops, setting up anchor points, and establishing passageways—he was clearly preparing for an invasion.

Aggression, no matter what guise it wears, will ultimately bring bloodshed and sacrifice.

Feng turned his head and looked at the profile of the half-demon beside him, his gaze honest and gentle.

"When you established the Eastern Kingdom, you upheld the noble cause of mourning the people and punishing the guilty."

"The land we conquered liberated the most impoverished people from oppressive government and demonic calamities, allowing them to live a good life and enabling humans and demons to live under the same roof."

"That blood was worth it because every drop fell where it was meant to fall."

Feng lowered his eyes, "But if it's for profit—"

"Then what distinguishes us from the daimyo and nobles we personally overthrew?"

After listening, Inuyasha's gaze fell on Kaede's brow, taking in her worry. He grinned and said, "Don't worry, I know everyone's views on war."

He stretched out a hand and casually placed it on his knee, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard to the distant horizon illuminated by the late summer sunlight.

"My idea is simple—observe first, then act. If that world is peaceful and people live in harmony, then we will proceed along the path of peace."

"Establish connections and exchange resources, as if you were making friends with a distant neighbor."

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As he spoke, he changed the subject, meeting Feng Qingliang's clear and bright eyes.

"If that world is not peaceful, if people are oppressed, if demons are causing trouble, or if nobles are treating people like livestock, then we will liberate them in a peaceful way."

So, the next question that comes to mind is: Will there be world peace in [Nurarihyon]?

Of course it's not peaceful!

When the first generation of the demon lord Nurarihyon grew old and the second generation Nurarihyon was killed, the monsters that stood on the mountaintops began to stir.

Kyushu, Shikoku, Kyoto—the yokai stand on numerous mountain peaks, all vying for the throne of the Lord of a Hundred Demons, attempting to gather the greatest fear.

In hell, there is also Abe no Seimei, who is spying on the human world and attempting to be resurrected again through his mother, Hagoromo Gitsune, a reincarnated demon who has taken up residence in Kyoto.

Modern Tokyo and Kyoto, the two most dazzling cities on that land, have been thrown into chaos by monsters.

Without a doubt, Inuyasha will make his grand debut as the savior, shining the sun on the new world and spreading love and justice!

Feng listened quietly, his tense expression slowly relaxing as he nodded slightly, but then frowned again.

"Aren't you worried about them calling back?"

Feng's voice rose at the end, revealing worry, "We don't know the details of that other world. What if someone there also possesses the means to traverse between worlds and uses the passage you opened to invade the Eastern Kingdom? How can we deal with that?"

"That's because you don't know, but I know everything perfectly well." With the memories of "himself" by his side, Inuyasha was full of confidence.

He planned to slowly tell the people around him about these things, but now he pretended to be clueless and opened his mouth.

"Yes, what should we do?"

Er Gouzi just wanted to tease her and see what kind of expression Feng would make if she got anxious.

But Feng didn't frown or scold him as he expected, or pat him on the shoulder.

She simply fell silent, her eyes fixed on him, clear and serene, like the sky reflected on a frozen lake.

There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a clean and unwavering determination that needed no further explanation.

"What is Feng willing to do for me!"

This realization warmed Inuyasha's heart, but suddenly, he inexplicably thought of the "Records of the Goddess Qiongming," and immediately panicked. He quickly grabbed Feng's small hand and hurriedly said...

"Don't worry, I don't fight battles I'm not confident of winning. Even the strongest demon there might not be able to withstand a single strike from Sesshomaru!"

"I promise nothing will happen!"

Feng was taken aback by the half-demon's sudden excited reaction, then smiled slightly, the calm light in his eyes turning into a gentle smile.

She slightly tightened her fingers and grasped Inuyasha's palm in return.

"I trust you!"

The half-demon rarely got excited about things outside, which made the priestess realize that the outside world was probably really dangerous.

When disaster truly strikes, no matter the cost, Kaede wants Inuyasha to survive.

This time, it was Inuyasha's turn to fall silent.

He glanced down at Feng, then at their clasped hands, thought for a moment, and pulled Feng into his arms, preparing to go to the backyard to replenish the shrine maiden's confidence from the inside out.

Does he really not know whether the moon is rounder or not in foreign countries? — That's pure nonsense.

"How utterly unseemly!"

Watching the half-demon carrying her younger sister as they paraded through the shrine, Kikyo, sitting on the veranda, bit the soft flesh inside her lip.

If only I could be held like this by Inuyasha —

Kikyo gave a light snort, "—You're such a grown-up, don't you know how to behave yourself?"

She looked away and turned her head to see several small heads peeking out from behind the pillars.

Lan clung to the pillar, her eyes sparkling, and asked the person next to her in a low voice, "Where did the God Lord take Sister Feng?"

Moegi covered her mouth and chuckled, while Shion stood on tiptoe and craned her neck to look, her face full of curiosity.

The lingering resentment and envy on Kikyo's face quickly condensed into a thin layer of frost when she touched the sparrow-like little creatures.

"What are you looking at?"

Kikyo's gaze slowly swept over each of the little faces, her eyes filled with a tenderness that sent chills down one's spine.

"Those who disobey will be taken away by the God and spanked. Everyone, be serious and do what you're supposed to do."

The little heads let out a "Wow!" and then quickly withdrew.

Kikyo watched the departing figures, her lips curving slightly before she suppressed her smile.

She turned and continued walking along the corridor, her hair swaying gently in the afternoon sunlight, as if nothing had happened.

The Netherworld Hell.

The sky hung low like lead.

Occasionally, a dark red crack would flash by among the gray clouds, like a wound torn open from the inside by something enormous.

The ground was cracked, scorched earth, with a faint smell of sulfur seeping from the cracks, mixed with the lingering stench of decay and blood.

Douya stood on a freshly made skeleton, his long silver hair swaying slightly in the gloomy world, his eyes as calm as an ancient mirror submerged in water, reflecting the trembling silhouette opposite him.

His right hand gripped the Congyun Fang, its tip pointing towards the ground, a dark, eerie light swirling on the blade, like a beast slowly opening its eyes.

A hundred feet away from the skeleton, the Grim Reaper knelt on the ground, his body covered in wounds.

The sleeve of his left arm was burned to charred shreds, revealing the skin underneath scalded by the Prison Dragon's Fury. Cracks extended along his shoulder blade to his collarbone, like cracked mud on a riverbed.

Blood seeped from half of his intact forehead, trickling down his nose and congealing into a dark scab on his chin. "—Touya-oh, do you really intend to wipe us all out?"

The voice of the Grim Reaper was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against iron. His chest heaved violently, and each breath brought out wisps of black smoke.

A dark current of resentment and fear surged deep within his pupils.

Like a wolf cornered in a dead end, its teeth were already sharpened to a gleaming shine, yet it knew that if the man standing before it with a sword took just one more step, it would be utterly pulverized.

He was once a renowned demon in both the mortal and underworld realms, whose Netherworld Moonbreaker technique had intimidated countless invaders.

But those methods that once tore apart his enemies couldn't even touch the hem of Touya's clothes when he made a move—every time he tried to attack, the other party casually dodged it.

It was as if his deadly move, which he had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years, was nothing more than a pebble thrown by a child on the water.

"Hehe, you guys are really interesting."

Douya Wang chuckled.

"You all came together to kill me, but now that you can't win, you accuse me of being ruthless?"

"Do you think this is child's play?"

Death's eyes twitched, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. He roared angrily.

"You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!"

"It's clearly you who suddenly went mad and attacked us. Why should we join forces and just watch you disappear?"

It's quite frustrating, really. After being defeated by Toga, Shinigami hid in the Yūsei.

Later, a friend found him and said that they should join forces to deal with a powerful outsider.

As a semi-local gang member, Death Ghost certainly wouldn't refuse.

When he met Toga, he was very excited. He said, "Toga, I couldn't beat you when you were alive. Now that you're dead, you're unlucky to have met me. May your soul be scattered!" and the battle began.

However, the outcome of the battle was extremely tragic—the Cloud Fang was excessively strong due to the enhancement of the hellish environment, and the Fighting Fang King, who wielded it, was even more incomprehensibly powerful!

"joke!"

Douya Wang slowly stepped down from the skeleton, his boots treading on the scorched earth, each step as if he were strolling in his own backyard, his eyes looking down with disdain.

"What business is it of yours if I want to kill you?"

Cong Yunya's blade left a shallow groove beside him, and dark red blade energy spread outward along the groove, baking the cracked soil on both sides until it became even drier and more brittle.

Faced with the dog general's domineering attitude, the Grim Reaper gritted his teeth and stood up, his expression cold.

"Aren't you afraid of a lose-lose situation?"

"If you can do it, you can give it a try." Touga's gaze fell on the face of the Shinigami, which was covered with blood and sweat.

There was no sarcasm in his tone, only a calmness that had been worn away by time.

It was as if they had seen this scene too many times before, and knew where it would end, so they didn't even bother with any extra emotions.

Death gritted his teeth and slammed his right fist into the ground.

A dark purple crack exploded from beneath his fist, rapidly spreading outwards and covering the scorched earth dozens of feet around him like a spider web.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to swell and twist—his body, which had been half-crippled, was rapidly deformed under the infusion of demonic power.

A bony spur rose up on his back like a mountain ridge, and his cheeks were covered with dense, scale-like patterns. His pupils shattered into several tiny bright spots, like a broken kaleidoscope.

"Touga-oh—!"

His voice changed, coming out with a sharp, metallic scraping sound from deep within his throat, "Since you've forced me to this point, then I'll show you!"

The figure of the Grim Reaper had vanished from its original spot. The next moment, a distorted spatial rift silently opened behind Touga-oh.

A huge hand covered in dark purple scales emerged from the crevice, its five fingers spread wide, closing towards the back of Touya's neck.

Since the Netherworld Crescent Moon Breaker is useless, then let's use the physical strength that demons are so proud of!

The sound of the wind arrived before the palm of the hand.

With a flick of his wrist, Douya Wang sent the tip of Congyunya's blade tracing a semi-circle across the ground before the blade itself flicked upwards in a backhand motion.

The dark red blade energy of the Prison Dragon Breaker did not roar and spread out as usual, but instead condensed into a thin, almost stagnant thread that swept upwards along the blade.

The sound of scales shattering was compressed into an extremely short instant and burst forth, like hundreds of cracks appearing on the surface of ice at the same time.

The hand was severed at the wrist, the cut as smooth as a mirror. Before the blood could even splatter, it was burned into blue smoke by the infernal flames of the blade.

The screams of the Grim Reaper came from the other side of the rift, like crows being choked.

He stumbled out of the void, thin wisps of black smoke still rising from the severed part of his left arm, and the smell of burning filled the air.

"Prison Dragon Break—you bastard, you've actually developed a new form—" His voice was filled with undisguised fear.

Toga lowered his blade. "Demon, I gave you a chance."

He took a step forward, and a layer of deep red light shone on the blade of Cong Yunya, like lava slowly flowing in a crevice.

"Damn it, when have you ever given me a chance?!" Death Demon's face was ashen, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, mingling with blood and seeping into the cracks in his cheeks.

"Oh? You never gave it to me?"

A look of apology appeared on Touya's face, then he waved his hand, "However, that's not important."

"Anyway, you don't have a chance anymore."

Cong Yunya slashed horizontally.

A thin, dark red streak of light extended from the tip of the blade, traversing the entire distance between Touga-o and the Shinigami.

The light streaked across the chest of the Grim Reaper.

He stared intently at Douya Wang, who stood there with his sword sheathed, as if he wanted to say something, but only a wisp of black smoke rose from his throat.

The thin, flat incision on his chest was being eroded, burned, and peeled away layer by layer by the blade's energy.

Like a paper flower licked by flames, it curls inward from the edges of its petals and turns to ash.

He slowly knelt forward, his body beginning to disintegrate as he leaned forward.

From the extremities to the core of the torso, it shattered into tiny fragments of light, which were scattered into a sky full of gray dust by the hellish winds of the underworld.

Touya glanced down at the pool of ash on the ground that was gradually cooling, then turned and strode deeper into hell.

The tip of Cong Yunya's knife swayed gently on his back with each step, like a beast dozing after a full meal, quiet and content.

But after walking only ten or so feet, the dark wind of the secluded world suddenly changed direction.

The airflow that was originally blowing from all directions was cut off from the center by something, and forcibly twisted into a stagnant vortex.

Douya Wang raised his eyes, his golden pupils narrowing slightly against the gray sky.

The shadows around him were moving silently.

One, two, three—in the blink of an eye, seven or eight silhouettes slowly emerged from the cracks in the scorched earth, from the shadows of the skeletons, and from the cracks in the dark red clouds overhead.

They come in various shapes and sizes.

Some have twisted horns and curled tails, some crawl on all fours, and some float in mid-air.

His figure was shrouded in layers of eerie light, obscuring his features.

Only pairs of eyes, some crimson and some pale green, were visible, all fixed on Douya Wang.

Those gazes pressed down heavily on him, like invisible chains binding him tightly.

Has the strategic shift failed?

Douya Wang stood still, his hand resting on the hilt of Congyunya, his disdainful gaze sweeping over the outlines one by one.

"Now that you've seen Death and Ghosts die at my hands, you're probably ready for it."

"Then—who's going to come up and die first?"

His powerful voice was like a boulder thrown into a stagnant pool, causing ripples to spread across the surrounding shadows.

But the monsters showed no intention of attacking, and didn't even move an inch closer.

They each stood in different positions, forming a circle, their gazes meeting briefly in the dark sky.

The voices of the monsters rang out.

"Touya-oh, you're very strong."

"However, even the strongest person will have a way to cope."

"The Netherworld is not a place where one can act recklessly."

Touya-o sensed something was wrong.

With a flick of his wrist, Cong Yunya's blade slid out an inch, ready to launch the first attack. But at that very moment, the bodies of those monsters simultaneously began to swell, twist, and disintegrate into a dark purple mist.

Light and mist surged in from all directions, converging along invisible paths towards the ground beneath Douya Wang's feet, where a complex array of patterns lit up the ground.

The outline of the array pattern is rough and chaotic, with jagged edges as if scratched by sharp claws.

But the moment it lit up, a powerful spatial force surged up from beneath Douya Wang's feet, violently lifting him and the scorched earth within several feet around him upwards.

Spatial exile?!

"No, this is to send you to be reborn!"

"What are you talking about!?"

Touya's vision was torn into countless fragments—a dark red sky, pitch-black scorched earth, and the image of a monster emerging in the mist were stretched into thin strands of light, twisting, spinning, and churning, as if being crushed and scattered in all directions by a washing machine.

The smell of hellish underworld has disappeared.

There was no solid ground beneath my feet, and no wind or light around me.

Touya found himself suspended in an endless void, with only a uniform, layered dark gray in his field of vision, as if he had been thrown into a giant piece of amber. He could not distinguish up, down, left, or right, and even time seemed to have been stretched several times over.

The Congyun Fang felt slightly warm in his palm, and the red light flowing across its surface became the only stable and continuous source of light in this void.

Then came a frantic downward plunge. Touga-o didn't want to reincarnate so soon, especially with Murakumo-ga O.

If the reincarnation cannot suppress this underground sword, it will be a major disaster!