Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

The doors slowly opened to both sides.

The light leaking through the crack in the door wasn't the color of the sun; it was a different kind of light, softer, paler, with a hint of gold.

Then the light began to overflow, like water pouring from a container high up, flowing down the edge of the door frame, along with a layer of misty fog.

Adorned with strands of golden light, it is absolutely beautiful.

The first person to emerge from the door was Tamayo.

She was wearing a long, dark purple dress, and her long hair was lifted by the wind and hung behind her.

Behind her were a pair of enormous wings. The wings were neither bird feathers nor bat membranous wings, but rather seemed to be woven from light, with soft edges and irregular shapes.

The moment she flew out, the wind stopped, the air froze, and tears fell unexpectedly from the eyes of an elderly person in the crowd.

"Goddess...angel..."

"It really is true... it's all true..."

Then comes Nezuko.

She leaped out of that door like a lark set free.

Her wings were flame-colored, each feather shimmering with a flowing golden-red light.

Next is Shinobu, with butterfly wings, light purple, semi-transparent, and with a layer of very fine black lines along the edges.

She flew very slowly, unhurriedly, like a wisteria flower carried by the wind.

Beside her was Kanao, with dragonfly wings so thin they were almost invisible, only shimmering with tiny iridescent colors when the angle of light changed.

Then came Twig, Bead, Plum, Mistletoe, Narumi... Each pair of wings was different, and each pair reflected different colors in the morning light in different ways.

Nine figures filed out of the gate and slowly dispersed in the sky above the altar, forming a semi-circular formation.

They hovered there, their wings flapping gently behind them.

Each has its own unique charm and beauty.

This scene is as beautiful as a painting.

But below, there was not a sound of noise.

Or rather, no one dared to speak.

Because of the male characters who will appear next.

It doesn't look beautiful, it just looks domineering.

When Sanemi appeared, his face was as cold as ice, and he was dressed in a blue and red outfit. His imposing presence was so strong that everyone involuntarily shut their mouths.

Then there's Komaji, and then there's Gyutaro.

The two of them, one righteous and one wicked, made people feel as still as frost.

These three people were not standing with the goddesses.

The moment they took off, they flew in three different directions.

Like a pillar of a nation, it stands silently above people's heads, serving as a deterrent and a suppressive force.

Everyone held their breath at that moment.

Because they know that the most important one has not yet appeared.

They stared intently, their faces flushed red, their fists clenched tightly.

They are waiting, waiting for His... arrival.

"I'm coming!"

"It's the God Emperor!"

"Shut up, stop making a fuss!!!"

Amid a small commotion among tens of thousands of people.

Shirakawa Yu slowly descended from the gates of heaven.

He wore a white robe with a cross-collar, right-fastening, wide sleeves, and a dark gold belt around his waist.

The robe had no patterns on it, except for very faint silver embroidery on the shoulders and cuffs, resembling clouds or ripples on water.

No hair ornament.

There are no gold shoes.

There were no beads or ornaments.

All that remained was a white robe and that handsome face.

He smiled down at the crowd, and his kind smile transformed their initial amazement and fear into a sense of reassurance.

Behind him were two girls flying through the air.

They held two mass spectrometry longswords, one in the left and one in the right.

Divine messenger, swordsman...

It matches up!

Everything makes sense!

The next moment, the shouts from Beiyuan rose again.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Divine Emperor!"

Upon hearing this, the goddess in the sky knelt and bowed.

The maid on the ground turned and knelt down.

The three divine warriors standing on the human side also knelt on one knee.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Divine Emperor!"

In this situation, a suppressed gasp came from the crowd.

The next second, someone knelt down.

Then came the second person, the third person, like waves of wheat pushed by the wind across the fields, one after another, from near to far, from stillness to movement.

The statues in the entire square were pressed down on the shoulders by the same hand, and slowly, silently knelt down.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Divine Emperor!"

The sound was like ocean waves, magnificent and wild.

They can't achieve uniformity.

But it kept coming in waves, one after another, without stopping.

Shirakawa Yu stood in the center of the altar, his gaze sweeping over the silent, prostrate sea of ​​people below. A slight smile curved his lips, and then he raised his hand.

The people below felt a gentle breeze brush against their faces.

There was an invisible warmth in the wind, along with a faint scent of grass and trees.

My mind was exceptionally at peace at that moment.

But immediately afterward, a chilling aura emanated from Guan Ning.

"Today, blood sacrifice."

Those four simple words sent chills down everyone's spines.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody smell began to spread from the center of the altar.

Only then did everyone realize...

Unbeknownst to them, a door had opened in the center of the altar, which they had forgotten to pay attention to.

Inside the door was endless darkness.

It was the clanging of iron chains.

It was angry cursing, it was roaring, it was desperate wailing.

"Shirakawa Yu!!! I won't let you go!!! I'll never let you go, even if it kills me!!! Ahh ...

At this moment, Beiyuan, who had been guarding the altar, slowly walked to the door.

He unfurled a golden imperial edict and spoke in a deep voice.

"The divine emperor ascended the throne and offered sacrifices to Heaven to inform the people."

His voice echoed across the open square, and his excited tone only stirred the emotions of the crowd.

"Kibutsuji Muzan has wreaked havoc for a thousand years, preying on the people; his crimes are too numerous to recount!"

"He has now been executed and will be executed on the spot!"

"May the death of the Ghost King comfort... the souls of all living beings under heaven!!!"

The crowd stirred again, like a still pond being swept by the wind.

Beiyuan stepped aside to make way.

The clanging of chains sounded again.

Tanjiro and Inosuke, each holding one of the two iron chains, slowly walked out of the gate.

Behind them, chained up, was Muzan, with pale skin, cracked lips, and a hunched back.

At this moment, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot.

His expression could almost be described as manic.

You should know that the humiliation he has suffered these past two days is more painful than being killed outright.

Nothing more than Shirakawa Yu simply handed over Muzan's custody to Kagaya and the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Shirakawa Yu!!! You wait!!! I'll become a demon!!! And haunt you!!!"

Hearing Muzan's desperate roar, Shirakawa Yu slowly lowered his head.

He met his crazed eyes.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, Muzan."