Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 86 The World of Nurarihyon, Space Flying Continent

In another world's hell, the dome hangs low like lead, and occasionally, streaks of lightning flash through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the jagged, scorched earth and rock pillars below as if it were daytime.

A massive, gray-white hell dragon, obscuring the sky, surged forth from the blade of Congyunya.

Its head was slightly raised, its scarlet eyes fixed on its prey, and it let out a deafening roar as it pounced on the last demon perched atop the rock pillar.

The demon's body was several times larger than that of an ordinary monster, with twisted horns and a long tail covered in barbs.

As the hell dragon pressed down, a dark purple barrier was erected—but the moment the hell dragon's head struck the barrier, the barrier shattered from the center into countless tiny purple light fragments, exploding in all directions, just like thin ice being struck by a heavy hammer.

The dragon's sharp teeth snapped shut, swallowing the terrified demon along with the shattered fragments of the barrier.

In hell, the evil spirit of the Cloud Fang, having feasted on blood and gore, let out a satisfied sigh.

It circled in mid-air several times before turning into grayish-white smoke, which flowed back and gathered along the blade of the Cloud Fang.

Douya Wang sheathed his sword, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Leiming following behind him.

The Thunder Beast Chieftain's soul was much more solid than when they first met. His outline was no longer as translucent as it had been initially, and the texture of his robes and the angles of his face were now clearly visible.

He stood a few steps away with his hands at his sides, his posture respectful. "Lord Douya."

"You have already unified Hell."

"Is that all there is to it?"

Douya Wang was somewhat surprised.

He glanced up at the scorched earth, now even more desolate after being swept away by the Prison Dragon, and then looked into the distance at the ghostly minions following him, clearing out the remaining enemy forces. It all felt a little unreal.

If this were his own hell, several ancient monsters who had lived for who knows how long would probably jump out and shout "Arrogant!" at him.

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Then, as the fighting went on, they each called for retreat. Ghosts with extensive connections could even summon people from the mortal world to come and mediate, then shake hands and make peace, never to speak to each other again.

After a moment, Touya-o withdrew his gaze, his tone tinged with regret, "Unfortunately, we still haven't found the other four."

"If they didn't die, they must have traveled to the present world."

As he spoke, he hung the Tsurugi back on his waist. This was where the Tessaiga and Tenseiga used to be, but now it belonged to the Tsurugi.

"Speaking of which, you're pretty unlucky. Out of five people, only one of you ended up in hell, and to make matters worse, you ran into that Onmyoji."

Douya chuckled and patted Leiming on the shoulder, his tone carrying the frankness and teasing that only comes from fighting side by side.

"To be honest, if it's a positional war and the other side is fully prepared, even I would have to be careful."

"I don't consider this bad luck at all."

Lei Ming laughed along, "It's a kind of luck to be able to follow both Lord Inuyasha and Lord Toga."

The winds of hell swept between the two, swirling the distant smoke and ash into thin swirls that drifted toward the horizon.

"Then keep following along, strive to become stronger, and don't die easily."

"Let's go home together."

A gentle light shone in Douya's eyes. "There, our family is waiting for us."

Reluctant to leave his family, Lei Ming trembled with excitement, "Yes, sir, Lord Douya!"

Meanwhile, in the human world.

Tono region, Japan.

Because of the foggy and rainy climate, the demonic energy here does not easily dissipate, making it the origin and dwelling place of many monsters.

Where there are settlements, there are conflicts. Over the years, Tono has nurtured a militant faction that identifies itself as the "Tono Yokai."

Tono Yokai never serves anyone or associates with anyone, maintaining his independent spirit while sending talent to Yokai organizations throughout the country.

Steel Fang, who has been cultivating "fear" in this world for more than half a year, is currently squatting by the river washing clothes.

"—Damn it, I am the dignified patriarch of the wolf demon clan, aspiring to become a great demon, and now I've been reduced to washing clothes here!"

"Oops, here we go again."

A swamp kappa emerged from the river with a turtle-like head, a turtle shell on its back, orange-yellow eyes, and sharp teeth. It looked at Steel Fang, who was muttering on the bank, and shouted, "Steel Fang, hurry up and wash! After you're done, it's the same old routine!"

The swamp kappa, who longs for the outside world, loves listening to stories the most.

The stories told by Steel Teeth captivated him, especially those involving figures who could tear the heavens and earth apart and command the wind and rain.

Steel Teeth stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and yelled irritably at the river, "I know, it's so noisy!"

He wrung out the clothes in his hand violently, splashing water onto the gravel at his feet with a soft thud.

"After I finish washing these, I'll beat you up on the dueling platform!"

The dueling arena is the core venue of the Tono martial arts faction. The rules are simple and direct; it's a place where fists do the talking.

He gambled with the swamp kappa.

Whoever wins can make one reasonable request to the other—Steel Fang wants to learn Fear, and Swamp Kappa wants to hear a story.

Further away in Kyoto, the night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was mostly obscured by thick clouds. Only a few thin rays of white light peeked through the gaps in the clouds, falling on the rooftops and eaves of the ancient city, enveloping the city in a cold and deep shadow.

At the end of Suzaku Avenue, a battle between Onmyoji and Yokai is raging.

The Wind Cave Mage stood in the center of the battle circle, rolling up the jade bead wrapped around the back of his hand.

Opposite him, Ibaraki-doji's figure, which was attacking from the flank, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Those crimson eyes held the killing intent of a charge, but that intent shattered in the blink of an eye the moment the mage raised his hand.

The wind cave opened in the mage's palm, and a dark vortex formed in an instant.

The cyclone, carrying pebbles and dust, pulled Ibaraki-dōji toward the center of the vortex with an irresistible suction force.

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"Damn it, we're too close!"

Ibaraki-dōji was furious and his demonic power was surging. He was about to fight back with his life on the line when he suddenly felt his demonic power go out of control. Before he could even let out a roar, he disappeared into the Wind Cave.

Seeing that the biggest target of this battle had been defeated, the Wind Cave Mage gathered his Wind Cave.

The remaining Kyoto monsters, terrified and unwilling to fight any longer, retreated in droves.

"As expected of the Master."

Ryuji Kakeruin, bearing the marks of battle, stopped a few steps away. His gaze lingered for a moment on the hand that the Wind Cave Mage had withdrawn, then he looked up, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"No matter how many times you see it—it's an enviable power."

There was not a trace of flattery or politeness.

Only an undisguised longing.

For Onmyoji like them, who live on the edge of death and fight against monsters.

Even if it's a curse that shortens one's life and harms one's descendants, one would gladly accept it as long as it kills the monster.

After all, only when all the monsters are dead can their descendants avoid battles and be qualified to pursue a long life.

"It's just a clumsy skill, not as good as the Yin-Yang arts that are as diverse as those in the Flower Garden."

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Master Fengxue shook his head, and Huakaiyuan Long Er didn't mind his modesty.

"Here we go again, Master. There's no need to be so modest."

The Wind Cave Mage, whose weakness to poison was not discovered, entered the Flower Garden Temple by virtue of his record of annihilating many Kyoto monsters.

He became a respected guest of this ancient Onmyoji family.

They also wield considerable influence within human forces dedicated to exorcising demons.

Meanwhile, in the room of a wealthy merchant in Kyoto, the only light source came from a water mirror activated by magic in mid-air.

The translucent halo of the mirror is slowly dissipating—the final image to emerge is of the Wind Tunnel completely engulfing Ibaraki-dōji.

Jizo, a member of the Kyoto yokai under the command of Hagoromo-Gitsune, sat at the table.

He was short and thin, wearing a light yellow monk's robe. His head was bald and round, but it had a blood-red eye, below which was an old human face.

Ao Jizo raised his gaze and looked at the black witch opposite him who, in the past six months, had cursed and killed dozens of powerful Onmyoji and yokai with her cursed aura, and whose fame had risen by stepping on their corpses.

Chun sat on the line where shadow and light met, half of her face illuminated by the faint light remaining in the water mirror, while the other half was hidden in darkness.

The interplay of light and shadow made her expression even more enigmatic than usual.

"Lord Tsubaki—do you have a clever way to deal with that Wind Cave Mage?"

"Just a somewhat eccentric mage," Chun said, opening a folding fan made of dark bones and fine threads, her tone casual.

"There are certainly ways."

She looked at Dizang, then subtly changed the subject, "However—everything has a price. I can't just help you for nothing. You have to let me meet the person behind you, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, Dizang asked in confusion, "The person behind this?"

"Didn't Lady Tsubaki already meet with Lady Hagoromo Gitsune a few days ago?"

His expression changed slightly, and he said sincerely, "If Lord Chun wishes to join us, I can introduce you again."

"Oh." Tsubaki's tone rose slightly as she gently fanned herself with her folding fan in front of her, looking at Aojizo with a half-smile.

"Are you talking about her?"

What did this woman find out?

Jizo fell silent, gazing at the confident Tsubaki, and chuckled softly, "Lady Tsubaki, sometimes the more you know, the more dangerous it becomes."

"Whether it's dangerous or not, it's not up to you to decide." Chun smiled dangerously and charmingly.

After arriving in this world, aside from Steel Fang, Thunder, and No Girl whom she could not contact, she had already established contact with the Wind Cave Master very early on.

Through mutual exchange, both sides have gained considerable advantages in their development.

For example, tonight's Zimu Tongzi lost control of his demonic power at a crucial moment, which was the work of the Black Witch's curse.

For example, some monsters in the vicinity with powerful poisons were directly cursed to death by her.

At the same time, he worked as a mercenary within the demon organization, gaining access to the auras of many high-ranking demons, and thus naturally discovered the elusive Jizo.

The folding fan in her hand is none other than the [Unique Spirit Gear - Bone Curse Fan]!

The fan has twelve ribs, with a dark color like ivory buried deep underground for many years, and the surface is covered with fine dark patterns.

As long as the Black Witch knows the other person's appearance, real name, or possesses a part of their body—even if it's just air tinged with their scent.

She can then use the Bone Curse Fan to absorb the other person's aura and deliver the curse across layers of space, creating many variations in the process.

However, there are certainly limitations.

Each of the twelve fan ribs can store a soul. This is fine for minor tricks, but to curse and kill powerful individuals, an "equivalent exchange" is required.

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Use the value of an equal soul within the fan ribs to exchange for the weight of the soul that curses the other party.

"That's really confident."

As a member of the Hyakumonogatari group, and a follower of Abe no Seimei rather than Hagoromo Gitsune, Oujizo chuckled, "Since you've put it that way, then come with me."

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Tokyo, Ukiyo-e Junior High School.

The school bell rang at the end of the corridor, and the classroom door was opened from the outside.

A figure entered as the bell rang, her steps elegant and graceful.

She was wearing a beige suit with a knee-length skirt and a light gray silk scarf tied at the neckline. Her long, black hair was tied back in a low bun, with a few stray strands falling from her temples, gleaming softly in the sunlight.

Her face was gentle and beautiful, like a Japanese woman stepping out of an ancient painting; a maternal aura emanated from every smile and gesture.

It seeped out, like warm water, and flooded the classroom.

"Attend class."

The students all stood up and bowed.

"Hello, there are no female teachers!"

Wu Nu nodded slightly, turned slightly to the side, and wrote a few words on the blackboard with chalk: "Warring States Period: The Legendary Monster."

She put down the chalk and turned around.

"Today we're going to learn some interesting stories from the Warring States period and talk about the presence of monsters in that era."

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"Can anyone tell the teacher whether monsters really exist in the world?"

"Me! Me! Me! Me!"

Kiyotsugu Kiyoshi raised his hand, as if answering a question he had practiced countless times, "Of course it exists!"

A few classmates around him chuckled softly at his imposing manner, but he didn't care because things that already exist don't cease to exist just because others laugh.

"very good."

Wu Nu nodded slightly, gesturing for Qing Shizi Qingji to sit down. Her gaze fell on the bespectacled boy who was propping his chin up and looking out the window, seemingly uninterested in the lesson.

"Nura-kun, what do you think?"

When Nura Rikuo's name was called, he stood up. Sunlight fell on his shoulders and hair from the side, clearly highlighting his weak and easily bullied appearance.

"Of course it doesn't exist."

Nura Rikuo answered crisply and decisively, his tone even carrying a hint of rejection.

Kiyotsugu turned his head and mouthed in Nura's direction, "You dare to talk nonsense in front of the female teacher? You bastard, I'll deal with you after school."

The woman stood in front of the podium, looking at Nurarihyon, whose identity had been revealed by Inuyasha, and smiled with an intellectual elegance, causing the little rascal with the blood of a great demon to lower his head shyly.

Privately, these twelve- or thirteen-year-old junior high school students not only like to call Wu Nu "Mom," but also adore her.

Moreover, of the five people who came with them, only Wu Nu had been informed of information by the silver-haired half-demon.

She doesn't need to do anything special; she just needs to act as Inuyasha's "eyes."

"So today, let's have a good talk about those rumors circulating around us that—don't exist."

Summer of the twelfth year of the Eastern Kingdom.

The war has finally come to a complete end this season.

From the coastline of Kanto to Kyushu, from the mountains of Hokuriku to the Seto Inland Sea of ​​Shikoku, the last stubborn flag fell slumped in the early summer rain.

The eight Yama armies split into eight routes, sweeping away the last remnants of separatist regimes with lightning speed. Their iron hooves trampled over passes and city walls, leaving behind a series of remeasured territories.

From this day forward, there will be only one voice and one name on this land.

The world is united!

Inuyasha stood under the eaves of the main hall of Ruri Shrine, a deep, faint light gleaming in his eyes.

In the spiritual vision empowered by the Source Force, awe and faith rising from cities, villages, and mountains covering nearly 400,000 square kilometers are surging in with unstoppable force.

Crossing mountains and rivers, they flow like a hundred rivers into the sea, converging at the Ruri Shrine beneath their feet and into the many statues in the main hall.

God of Justice, God of Harvest, Thunder God and Rain Master, Lord of the Dipper —

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The vast majority of them were absorbed into the body of the god of gods—a half-demon.

Having traversed once and superimposed wisdom twice, the powerful true spirit, supported by the power of humanity, is like a taut bowstring at this moment. Its perception is constantly converging, purifying, and leaping under the impact of countless streams of light.

Inuyasha's consciousness traveled upstream along the stream of light, passing over the eaves of the shrine, over the outline of the city, and through the boundary between the clouds and the sky, touching something he had never clearly perceived before.

The thin veil between heaven and earth was touched.

Like a body of water that has been exposed to the wind for too long, the ripples eventually smooth out, revealing the outline beneath.

Inuyasha sensed that pulse—not a heartbeat, not a breath, but a more ancient and grander rhythm.

It's as if the world itself is fluctuating at a slow but steady frequency.

The contours of mountains and rivers, the rise and fall of streams, the changing of the seasons, and the rise and fall of dynasties were all perceived by him in that instant as different segments flowing along the same massive vein.

The fear and faith that I just experienced have become the medium for perceiving the pulse of heaven and earth.

Those streams of light were like countless tributaries, extending Inuyasha's senses to every piece of land covered by the Eastern Kingdom's territory.

This allowed his consciousness to trace back upstream along those tributaries, touching the deeper texture of this world itself.

"Is this just the tip of the iceberg of omniscience and omnipotence? Similar to a god in a fantasy novel who is omnipotent in a divine realm?"

Inuyasha slowly exhaled.

He stood in the morning light, feeling the pulse of heaven and earth that he had just sensed, "Perhaps my vision can be realized."

With a light touch of the toes, he leaped from under the eaves, soared over the shrine's roof, and landed on the sun-warmed hillside behind the shrine.

The clattering cauldron stood quietly to the side of the sacred tree, its entire body gleaming with a bluish-gray luster as if it had been moistened by the morning dew.

Inuyasha raised his hand and pressed it against the furnace wall, his arms sinking down, lifting the creaking cauldron into the air.

Like a deity emerging from ancient legends, it flew towards the land of the East.

He wanted to use the power of the resounding cauldron to unravel the deep-seated patterns of this land.

He intends to gather and return to their proper places the direction of mountains and rivers, the rise and fall of rivers, and the flow of the earth's veins, so that the earth's veins of the entire country will converge under the Ruri Shrine like roots, making the earth a unified whole.

To complete the grand plan of flying to another universe.