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

"Something you've longed for for a thousand years, today... I'll help you experience it properly."

Bai Chuanyu slowly raised his arm, and the giant gate in the sky that blocked out the sun slowly dissipated.

"Time to bask in the sun, Muzan~"

"I'll kill you, hahaha!!! I'll haunt you, for life!!! For life—Aaaaaaaah!!!"

The moment Muzan was cursing wildly, he let out a scream and curled up in agony.

The sunlight shone down on him without any obstruction.

His body began to smoke.

Blisters appeared on the skin, then burst open, revealing pink flesh.

The meat turned black, curled up, and peeled off in an instant.

His body began to cave in, like a wax figure approaching a fire.

Or perhaps it was paper, brought close to the candle.

"No!!!! Ah!!! No!!! Let me go back!!!! Let me go back!!!!"

He cried out in pain, trying to hide, but his body was firmly chained, and he had nowhere to hide.

He was convulsing, trembling, and screaming.

The people he had killed, the ghosts he had become, and the evil he had committed flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

One by one, they reached out their hands and claws, and seized him.

It seemed they wanted to drag him into some abyss.

"No!!! No!!! Don't grab me!!! Let me go!!!"

He screamed and frantically waved his arms.

Suddenly, an incredibly powerful force erupted.

Seeing Tanjiro and Inosuke struggling, Zenitsu was the first to rush out of the door.

Next came Kagaya, then Kyojuro, then Obanai, then Giyu...

Each of them picked up an iron chain and pulled it violently in all directions.

The chains connecting Muzan's hands, feet, and neck instantly taut, pulling him off the ground and stretching him into a large "X" shape.

This time, Muzan had no chance to dodge.

It was completely exposed to the sunlight.

"Ah—!!! Let me go!!!"

The scorching sun, accompanied by screams, echoed across the square.

People clenched their fists, their faces flushed, staring intently with fearful and resentful eyes.

Watching Muzan's figure gradually shrink, become shorter, and thinner...

Until it completely turns to ashes...

In his final moments, all he could see was Shirakawa Yu's face, looking down indifferently from above.

Despite his immense resentment, Muzan ultimately vanished into nothingness.

Chapter 352, the final chapter.

At this moment, the entire venue was completely silent.

People stared, mouths agape...

Until... the first cheer was heard.

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

Until the entire audience!!!

Laughter, cries, and cheers spread rapidly along the square, streets, rooftops, and city walls.

When the waves of sound merged together, they had formed a complete sentence.

"Long live the Divine Emperor!"

"Long live the Divine Emperor!"

Some people shouted until their voices cracked, some cried until tears streamed down their faces, and some clenched their chests tightly as if they wanted to tear their hearts out.

During this time, Kagaya and the others who participated in the execution stared blankly at the iron chains in their hands.

I stared at it for a long time.

As the cheers subsided, Kagaya raised his head.

Looking up at Shirakawa Yu, who was receiving praise and admiration.

He grinned.

She revealed a bright smile, unlike her usual reserved one.

"Thank you, Kawaba-kun."

Shirakawa Yu didn't look at him.

But in Kagaya's mind, a flippant "You're welcome~" echoed.

He smiled and shook his head, then led everyone back inside the door.

Once the red door below completely closed and disappeared, everyone's attention returned to Shirakawa Yu.

ended.

The ghost plague is over!

Everyone cheered and excitedly awaited the God Emperor's next speech.

Or rather, it was an imperial decree.

However, their god-king simply waved his hand.

"I won't say any more."

Shirakawa Yu's gaze fell from above, passing through the sea of ​​kneeling people, and landed on the person who was respectfully prostrating himself with a scroll in his hand.

"North Garden".

Bei Yuan's heart skipped a beat, her body tensed for a moment, and then she stood up.

"Go to the center of the altar."

"Yes!"

Bei Yuan kept her head down, her legs were a little stiff, but her steps were steady.

He walked step by step to the center of the altar and stood facing directly forward.

"It's time to fulfill the promise I made to you back then."

Bei Yuan was so excited that he trembled all over, and his heart was pounding like a drum.

"I hope that in the future, you will continue to shine in your position and do your job well."

Beiyuan knelt down again.

"Beiyuan will certainly live up to His Majesty's expectations!"

"it is good."

Bai Chuanyu sized him up for two seconds, then reached out and lightly scratched the pad of his thumb with his index fingernail, drawing out a bead of blood.

He raised his hand and flicked it lightly.

The blood droplet streaked through the air and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, quietly arrived in front of Beiyuan.

Before Bei Yuan could react, a slight stinging pain came from between her eyebrows.

The drop of blood, once it pierced the skin, was like a drop of ink falling into warm water.

A warm current started from between his eyebrows and spread outwards, flowing down his temples to the back of his head, then down his neck to his shoulders and arms, and finally sinking into his chest.

He could feel his heartbeat quickening, his body temperature rising, and his blood vessels dilating.

It quickly subsided and calmed down, making me feel as if I was enveloped in a very thin layer of warmth.

He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

The skin color is still the same, but you can vaguely see a very faint layer of lines flowing under the skin.

Then he felt his back...

Something is growing outwards.

Like a seed breaking through the soil, like a branch sprouting.

It didn't hurt, just itchy, with a slight feeling of being stretched open.

Before he could turn around, the wings had already unfurled from his back with a "whoosh".

The dark blue wing membranes have a silver line along the edge, reflecting tiny specks of light in the sunlight.

The tips of its wings trembled slightly, like an animal that had just learned to breathe.

They folded up twice, then unfolded again, as if instinct was teaching them how to use themselves.

The crowd in the square below fell silent.

Then someone shouted, "He has wings!"

"It's a divine messenger!"

"He's become a divine messenger?!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, the pair of wings flapped gently, and Beiyuan's feet began to lift off the ground.

He rose from the altar, not high, only two or three zhang, just high enough for everyone to see him.

He looked down at his dangling feet, his face flushed and his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a single word.