Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 90 The Land of Yokai: Yokai Arrive in Tokyo

As winter deepens, the world is blanketed in silver.

The distant mountains are covered in snow, the nearby trees are covered in frost, and the wind carries a crisp chill as it blows across your face.

On a high cliff in the western country, the snow was ankle-deep. Inuyasha sat on a blue stone warmed by the geothermal heat, with the clattering cauldron hanging beside him.

Wrapped in a fox fur cloak, Jieluo flew all the way from Luoshengjing to this desolate wilderness.

He was sitting next to Inuyasha, knees together, hands supporting his chin, tilting his head to look at him.

The sunlight reflected off her cheeks, making her beautiful pink eyes appear bright and captivating.

"Inuyasha, why do we have to leave here?"

"Wasn't it confirmed that the last spacetime rift led to World One?"

In the official records of the Eastern Kingdom, the world of "Nurarihyon no Yori Dango" is designated as World Number One.

Only Inuyasha would colloquially refer to the world as "Nurarihyon" (Nurarihyon).

"We live here comfortably and peacefully, without any enemies, and you can do whatever you want."

Jie Luo spread his arms and gestured, the edge of his fox fur fluttering and falling with the movement. "The universe is vast and boundless. If we encounter any danger, it could truly mean the destruction of the continent and the death of everyone. If we all go on our way in an orderly fashion, we won't even be able to find a complete corpse."

"You're such a jinx."

Inuyasha was multitasking, distracted by both sorting out the earth's veins and glaring at Yura.

To be honest, the half-demon was also a little hesitant at this point, since the crisis of [other-dimensional spying] was completely fictitious.

But the idea is already there, the ley lines have been mostly sorted out, and the Roaring Cauldron has been carried across most of Japan. Wouldn't it be a shame to just give up so easily?

He was silent for a few moments, then straightened his back, waved his hand, and said, "You don't understand, a man's romance is making big toys!"

Upon hearing this, Jieluo chuckled, her eyes crinkling slightly. "Childish."

She tilted her head again, blinked, and rested her chin on the back of her clasped hands. "But, I like it~"

That deliberately cute look, combined with the sunlight and snow, and the wind blowing through her hair, was truly captivating.

A cute and charming villain.

Er Gouzi blushed for once, which was quite rare.

He looked away and coughed, then casually changed the subject, "The only strategy for mainland integration will not be canceled. If you have any thoughts, you can bring them up."

Upon hearing this, Jie Luo's eyes darted around, as if she were genuinely thinking about it.

Then the female demon stood up, came to Inuyasha, and before he could react, she bent down and lay down on his legs where he was sitting cross-legged.

The fox fur coat spread out like a dark flower blooming on the snow.

Jieluo tilted her head back and looked up at Inuyasha, who was looking down. The sunlight fell directly into her eyes, reflecting a shimmering light.

"Let me think about it."

She stretched out her finger and traced it in the air, as if drawing some shape. "What do you think about creating a separate world that can connect to other worlds?"

Yura gazed intently at Inuyasha, who seemed lost in thought.

"A home that belongs to us, a fantasy land for youkai and half-youkai. From here, you can set off from whatever continent you want to build or whatever star you want to reach."

The wind passed between the two of them, brushing the fine snowflakes onto the stray hairs on her forehead.

Inuyasha looked down at her, reaching out to brush the snowflakes from her brow. "That idea is much more reliable than you as a person."

"Hmph, when have I ever been unreliable?" Jie Luo twisted her head and immediately felt the movement behind her, a playful smile on her lips.

"Oh dear, is it the young lady who's unreliable, or the master?"

"That's outrageous!"

Inuyasha raised his eyebrows and decisively unleashed the ultimate imperial weapon.

He immediately gave the audacious female monster a thorough beating from head to toe.

After a fierce and stormy battle, the world returned to silence.

The snow-covered ground was a mess.

Inuyasha sat before the Roaring Cauldron, watching the slender figure wrapped tightly in a fox fur coat fly away in the moonlight, and sighed wistfully, "I was careless—I let a wicked woman take my scriptures."

"Damn it, I'm abstaining from sex today!"

The bright moon rose behind him, its clear light illuminating the image of the red-robed deity with unwavering resolve and righteous brilliance.

But Gensokyo, huh?

Inuyasha recalled the "Field" plan he had abandoned, and it reminded him of the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man in the Heavenly Court mythology.

I'll go back and learn Yin-Yang techniques properly from Kaguya. If Yukari Yakumo and the others can do it, I might be able to as well.

Now let's work harder and try to sort out the geomantic veins of the Western Kingdom before the end of the year.

Inuyasha had made up his mind.

Before we knew it, the year was coming to an end.

In contrast to the tranquility of the eastern lands, the night sky over Tokyo, where the world of Nurarihyon is located, is stained with a blood moon. The dark red halo spreads from the edge of the clouds, enveloping most of the city in a crimson twilight.

Smoke and fire filled the streets, and occasionally the wind blew through the alleyways, carrying with it cries and wails.

With silver hair and brown skin, Tsukiyomaru stood on Tokyo Tower, wearing a pair of combat boots with flowing dark silver patterns. A thin layer of source energy separated the soles of the boots from the ground, as if he could break through the boundary between wind and light at any moment.

The Hundred Demon Bat had a gentle expression, but his gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed on the short and old figure opposite him. Nurarihyon stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the night wind. Although he was small in stature, his aura was as imposing as a mountain.

The great demon whose liver was taken by Hagoromo Gitsune and who was cursed has fallen into decline hundreds of years later, no longer possessing his former glory.

The two faced off, their breaths mingling, leaving no room for further probing.

"Old sir, the spatial barrier connecting to my Eastern Kingdom is now fully in place. Your continued resistance is utterly pointless."

"It's meaningless, isn't it?"

Nurarihyon leaned his sword against his shoulder, his thin fingers stroking his chin, his weathered eyes slightly narrowed. "How do you know it's useless if you haven't actually tried it?"

"That's because you haven't seen a truly invincible one!" Tsukiyomaru sighed softly. "Have you ever considered whether there's anyone in the world who could annihilate the city beneath your feet with a single strike?"

Nurarihyon's smile froze slightly, then turned into a low chuckle as he slowly raised the tip of his blade, pointing it directly at Tsukiyomaru's face.

"To annihilate six hundred square kilometers with a single strike—young man, if you wish to exaggerate and force this old man to back down, then there is no need for further words. Since the establishment of my Nura Clan, we have never been afraid before the battle even begins."

As he spoke, he stomped his toes on the ground, and his figure flashed out like a gray shadow. "Human guns and weapons, ubiquitous satellites, and their ever-increasing numbers—this is no longer an era in which we monsters can run rampant."

A flash of light appeared, and an aged voice erupted with rage, "You've made such a scene; you'd better clean this up!"

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"That's because you're too weak!"

Tsukiyomaru slightly turned his ankle, and the patterns on his unique spirit equipment, Crescent Moon Step, lit up.

A gust of air, almost invisible to the naked eye, exploded from beneath his feet—his figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a barely formed afterimage in the air.

The blade flashed across the waist of the afterimage.

"That's some tricky speed!"

Even the Nura Clan's executives would be killed in a single encounter when faced with such supersonic yet silent speed.

Nurarihyon spun around, twisted his wrist on the hilt of his sword, and slashed the blade diagonally behind him.

His swordsmanship had been honed to such a level that he no longer needed to use his eyes to detect his opponent's movements. The sound of the wind, breathing, and the subtle disturbances in the flow of strange energy in the air were enough for him to know where to place his blade.

The moment Tsukiyomaru's boots touched the air, he exerted force again, like the Moonwalk from the world of One Piece, and darted out, raising his claws to swipe towards Nurarihyon's side.

Before the attack could reach him, the former lord of demons and monsters had already struck first. His blade spun around and slashed at Tsukiyomaru's wrist, as fast as a cat being attacked by a snake, striking first despite being behind.

"That's a terrifyingly cunning swordsmanship." Tsukiyomaru felt a chill run down his spine and was forced to stop and change his move. Stepping on the blood moon light, he flipped back several feet and landed back on the edge of the rooftop, creating distance again.

He glanced at the thin tear in his sleeve, ripped open by the wind from the blade.

The blade hadn't even truly touched the fabric; the mere aura of the blade was enough to slice through it.

On the main road below, Koga and Nura Rikuo were locked in a fierce battle.

The wolf demons' claws left silvery-white afterimages in the blood moon, each strike accompanied by a howling wind and the explosive sound of demonic power shattering.

Steel Fang grinned, revealing his chilling canines—the wolf's blood was boiling, and his muscles were throbbing, telling him to tear this seemingly frail boy in front of him apart.

Rikuo Nura weaved and moved between blades and claws, the Nurarihyon bloodline surging and burning within him, fear spreading outwards from his feet like a river.

The steel teeth felt the pressure.

It felt as if an invisible hand was pressing down on his shoulder from above, but instead he laughed even harder, his claws moving with increasing ferocity and wildness.

He pushed off backward, leaping into the air and breaking through the road surface. His claws came together and cleaved through layers of air currents, plunging down like a boulder breaking through water.

"Fear—" he roared in mid-air, "I have it too!"

A completely different aura exploded from his body.

In stark contrast to Rikuo Nura's fear, which spreads like mercury across the ground, Steel Fang's fear is like a hungry wolf king released from its cage.

Carrying the savagery and indomitable spirit that came from fighting all the way from another world, it crashed into the domain of the Third Generation Jiraiya of the Nura Clan.

The two forces collided violently in the middle of the street, squeezing, tearing, and devouring each other, turning the air within a radius of dozens of feet into a distorted chaos.

The ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and the glass curtain walls of the buildings on both sides shattered simultaneously under the pressure. Thousands of shards of glass poured down like a torrential rain, but were crushed into dust by an invisible force when they touched the boundary of the chasm.

Further away, Yu Zhang stood on the rooftop facing the street, with monsters from the four kingdoms surging into the battle like a tide behind him.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons spread from bottom to top, with evil spirits and monsters moving between buildings, blades clashing, and demonic energy colliding, turning the entire area into a forbidden zone where no living person could approach.

The Nura Clan members formed ranks to meet the enemy, and the two forces engaged in a back-and-forth struggle under the cover of night.

Flames and eerie lights rose and fell, slicing Tokyo, illuminated by the blood moon, into countless flickering fragments.

Countless fine, thread-like dark wisps rose from the cracks in every part of the city.

Murderous intent, resentment, grief, and hatred—negative emotions left behind by humans and monsters in the streets and alleys over the years—emerge as if drawn by an invisible hand from the shadows between high-rise buildings, underground railway tracks, abandoned houses, and the bloody battlefields of today.

They converge into a visible undercurrent, flowing in the same direction.

Ukiyo-e Junior High School.

Indoor stadium.

The lights in the empty stadium were all out, with only the blood moonlight streaming in through the high windows casting long, dark red shadows on the floor.

The woman stood at one corner of the five-pointed barrier array, her clothes fluttering without wind, her face obscured by the dim light.

Her gaze passed over the gradually solidifying energy vortex in the center of the venue and landed on four other directions. Four sorcerers each occupied a corner, their hands forming hand seals, connected to the patterns of the magic array.

And in each of their palms, suspended in front of them, was a blood jade from Naraku.

A dark red luster emanates from within the stone, like a heart slowly beating within it.

"Activate the spatial barrier; do not allow unnecessary sacrifices to continue."

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Even though she still felt guilty about the children who tragically died in tonight's decisive battle, Wu Nu was clear about her mission.

The sooner the barrier is activated, the fewer unnecessary deaths will occur between the two worlds.

Five people simultaneously stimulated the business volume.

Five beams of light rose from the edge of the pentagonal magic circle, converged at the core of the vortex in the center of the venue, and then shot upwards.

A beam of light, as thick as a tree trunk, pierced through the roof of the stadium, tearing through the night sky, ripping apart the clouds, and shooting into the depths of the dome.

The blood moon's light paled in comparison to the pillar of light, and the entire city's night sky was illuminated as if by daylight by this colossal beam of light that had soared into the sky.

The beam of light continued to climb, passing through the divine layer, and at the altitude of near-Earth orbit, a satellite that was orbiting over Tokyo was pierced by the beam of light without deviation.

The satellite's outer shell disintegrated into fine metal fragments the instant it came into contact with the beam of light.

The high-energy beam immediately evaporated completely, leaving no trace.

At the same moment, in another world, the spatial barrier that Dongxi Luoshengjing had already set up also lit up simultaneously.

Wolf-like man, one of the eight Yama generals on duty, was sitting in the barrier room, sipping a bowl of hot soup.

Upon noticing the barrier suddenly light up and emit a burst of light, he quickly took out the Blood Jade, which only the guardian could preserve, and placed it at the pentagonal corner of the magic circle.

The dark red light spread along the magic circle's patterns, interlocking with the rising, luminous white pillar of light, stabilizing the spatial barrier.

At this time, the New Year's Eve had just passed, and most of the high-ranking deities of the East were still gathered at the Liuli Tianshe.

The fluctuations from the activation of the barrier spread rapidly along the earth's veins and the spiritual energy network, and a dazzling pillar of light fell into the eyes of the powerful figures.

In the courtyard, Inuyasha turned and swung his sword. His dazzling golden eyes, shimmering with a calm yet intense light amidst the interplay of moonlight and lamplight, swept across every face present, like fire-quenched amber.

Behind them, figures stood in a staggered pattern, their auras either as deep as mountains, as sharp as frost blades, or as lurking as undercurrents in the night—the most elite warriors of the East Seat had gathered in this courtyard.

"Gentlemen, the spatial passage to all worlds has been opened. Who is willing to make the journey and secure it for my Master?"

The Eastern Capital has enjoyed peace for a long time, the drums of war have ceased, and there are few battles left to fight to achieve new merits.

At this moment, the gate to another world opened, like a bucket of cold water poured onto boiling oil, instantly igniting the fire in the hearts of everyone present.

During the banquet, Xia Lan, who had recently activated her spirit armor, jumped up, her cat tail taut, and declared, "I am willing to go and serve the host!"

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Donglan stepped forward and took the lead without hesitation, "I'm willing to go!"

Chunlan and Qiulan followed behind, and the fighting spirit of the cats spread rapidly along the line like a lit fuse.

"God is a divine being, and so are we!"

The Thunder Beast Brothers, Fu, were determined not to be outdone.

Battle achievements mean you get spirit equipment.

You should know that among all the Thunder Beasts, only Lei Ming and Fei Tian possess spirit armor and have entered the ranks of the true powerhouses of the Eastern Kingdom.

Moreover, their father, Lei Ming, has been missing in the other world. The two brothers are alright, but their mother worries about them almost every day.

In an instant, shouts of "Let's fight!" rose and fell in the courtyard, and demonic energy and omens surged in the night wind, like a pot of soup about to boil.

Some shouted "I'm willing to go!" while others yelled "Yama's army, clear the way!" The shouts grew louder and louder.

"I'm not going to join those archery fanatics." Yu Shi Bai Lu munched on a cherry blossom mochi amidst the crowd, a happy smile on her face.

The priestesses, led by Kikyo, and most of the gods shared this mindset.

Many of them grew up amidst the hardships and displacement of war, and thus had a natural aversion to war.

Kikyo glanced at Kaede, who nodded—no matter who went later, one of them had to go.

Just then, a figure in moonlight slowly walked out from the crowd.

The wind hadn't stopped, the lights hadn't gone out, but all human voices vanished in an instant.

Silence reigned.

Sesshomaru stood in the middle of the courtyard, and the light shone through the moonlight onto Inuyasha's face.

Her silvery-white hair fluttered gently in the night breeze, its sound as clear and crisp as the frost of a winter night.

"Inuyasha, I'm going to Ikki, and I'll also look for my father while I'm at it."

Beneath that seemingly uninterested handsome face lies an inner world known only to Xie'er—a curious mind already calculating whether that place holds some adversary worth exploring.

"Lord Sesshomaru is going too?" A low murmur arose from the leopard cat camp.

"Isn't that using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?" another voice chimed in quickly. "Once he's gone, we won't even have a chance to do anything."

"Yes, it's none of our business."

Xia Lan was tilting her head and whispering in Chun Lan's ear, her cat tail swishing back and forth, completely unaware that Sesshomaru's gaze had turned towards her.

His gaze was neither cold nor angry, but when Xia Lanjing stared at him for a moment, it was as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over his head by a gust of wind.

Chunlan grabbed Xialan's tail, and the two of them shrank behind Donglan.

Seeing this scene and sensing the gazes of Yura, Kikyo, and the others, Inuyasha spoke decisively.

"Good trip, good trip. Apart from the cadres who are on duty, since the rest of us have nothing to do, let's all go and have a good trip."

After saying that, Inuyasha glanced at Sesshomaru, as if to say, "Let's see how you behave."