Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

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.

'Is a strategic shift impossible?'

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

"Seeing death in my hands, I suppose you're all ready."

"Then—who will come up to 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 deal with it."

“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 strike first—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 King'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 your next life!"

"What are you talking about!?"

Touga's vision was torn into countless fragments—a dark red sky, scorched black earth, and monsters emerging from the mist...

The image was stretched into thin filaments of light, twisting, rotating, and churning, as if it were 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 fall. Touga-o didn't want to be reincarnated so soon, especially with the Murakumo-ga.

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

Chapter 80: Once you arrive in another world, you must show your true abilities; Lingyue Fairy in the Cloud Palace

Douya Wang gripped the hilt of his sword, preparing to forcefully break through this spatial barrier with the Hell Dragon Strike.

Active reincarnation and passive rebirth are two different things—he still wants to stay in the Netherworld and wait for that brat Inuyasha's wedding!

"That kid took the shrine maiden away so long ago... Could he have forgotten about his father?"

Douya Wang laughed and cursed, already mentally prepared for all sorts of things.

He has nothing to complain about.

Having lived to this age, I've fought the battles I needed to fight, protected the people I needed to protect, and paid off most of my debts. My only regret is that I won't be able to see my grandson.

But at that moment, a wisp of time and space, completely different from both the Netherworld and the Underworld, seeped in from the edge of the void.

The aura was both unfamiliar and vibrant, carrying a spatial and temporal pattern he had never encountered before.

Douya Wang raised his eyebrows slightly.

'This feeling...is it another world?'

He turned towards the direction from which the aura was coming—although there was no path or direction in the void, he could clearly feel the aura from another dimension.

Is this timing a coincidence?

Douya Wang pondered for a moment, then smiled.

He has never been good at hesitating, nor has he ever been afraid of the unknown.

There's no turning back, so let's move forward. Whatever lies ahead is better than being reborn.

Leave behind all the promises that couldn't be kept and the faces we haven't met yet.

To prevent any accidents, Toga King channeled his demonic power into the Murakumo-ga, forming a barrier to seal the blade. Then, he took a step towards the direction from which the aura was coming.

When he opened his eyes again—

The first thing that entered my nasal cavity was a strong smell of sulfur and burning.

The ground beneath our feet was a cracked rock layer, with lava churning between the fissures. Bubbles burst on the scorching surface, each burst sending up several points of dark red fire, which were then evaporated into fine dust by the heat of the ground.

The sky hung low like a canopy, its color a murky mix of dark red and gray-black, with a few blurry afterimages occasionally flitting across its edges, accompanied by faint howls.

Douya stood still, his gaze rising from the lava fissure beneath his feet to the horizon. His silver hair was tossed about by the hot wind, and his golden pupils reflected the entire scene of this world.

"Another world, a hell?"

Are you sure there's no mistake?

With a helpless expression, Douya Wang slowly slid his fingertip along the spine of Congyunya's blade, unsealing the seal patterns wrapped around the blade.

A dark red aura burst forth from the edge of the blade, spreading into a deep, lustrous blood-red halo in the air. The blade hummed softly in his palm, as if responding to the malevolent energy and resentment surging in this unfamiliar world.

"Wait, there's a human scent in the air, and it seems there's also..."

Just as he was about to take a step, a faint breath drifted in from a crack in the lava surface ahead, gently brushing against his nose.

Touya-oh's figure stopped.

The smell was very faint.

It's as if it was blown here layer by layer by the wind from a very far place, and most of its original appearance has been peeled away, leaving only a wisp of its outline.

His heart skipped a beat, "...It smells like Inuyasha?"

Douya Wang's expression darkened slightly.

With a light tap of his toes on the scorched rock, his body soared into the air, following the faint, elusive aura as he sped off into the distance.

The lava ground receded rapidly beneath his feet, and as he drew closer, the surrounding scenery began to change noticeably.

The charred rock face bears many marks of lightning strikes, with cracks gleaming with a scorched yellow, as if it had been repeatedly struck by some powerful lightning force.

Some of the broken stones still retained traces of lingering lightning; tiny blue arcs of electricity flickered between the cracks in the rocks before extinguishing completely.

Douya Wang frowned more and more as he settled on the leeward side of a mountain ridge.

He looked up—

Not far ahead, on a mountaintop, lay the corpse of a thunder beast amidst the rubble. Its fur was mostly charred black, and there was a deep, bone-revealing cut on its neck. The blood had congealed into a dark brown shell, covering a large area of ​​the ground.

A translucent soul was being slowly pulled from its body by a thread, like a wet rope being lifted from water, being dragged little by little into the air.

The end of the silk thread was held in the hand of a man dressed in hunting attire.

The man stood calmly on the edge of the mountain peak, his robes billowing slightly in the hot wind.

He had his eyes downcast, holding a dark purple talisman in his hand. With a light turn of his fingertips, the soul of the thunder beast, like a tamed stream, converged layer by layer along the talisman's guidance, gathering towards his palm.

He clearly intended to refine the complete soul of a thunder beast into his own shikigami.

'Does this world also have Thunder Beasts?'

Douya Wang's gaze shifted from the Thunder Beast's corpse to the face of the Hunting Man.

Although he had never seen this face before, the deep spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the other person made him realize that this person was definitely not simple.

But regardless of the other party's background, the soul-splitting and spirit-refining in front of him, or the place where he smelled Inuyasha's scent—

With a flick of his wrist, Touya-o unleashed a horizontal slash from the Murakumo-ga, a ceremonial blade of light.

As the blade drew near, the man seemed to sense it beforehand, lightly tapping his feet and drifting backward several feet.

The dark red blade light slashed a smooth, mirror-like crack in the rock wall, the cut surface still glowing with the lingering red warmth of the hellfire.

The man in the hunting robe steadied himself before turning his head, his gaze piercing through the hot wind and dust of the mountaintop, landing on Touya-o.

His eyes and brows held a calm expression that showed no panic despite being startled.

Douya Wang raised his hand and made a move.

The thunder beast's soul, which was being guided upwards by the talisman, broke free from the hunter's control and came towards his palm.

The soul trembled slightly in my palm, carrying a sense of bewilderment and weakness from surviving a catastrophe.

Douya Wang glanced down at the Thunder Beast Soul Body curled up in his palm, and after confirming that it was intact, he began to ask three questions in a row.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? What is your relationship with my son, Inuyasha?"

When Raiju heard the name "Inuyasha," he trembled slightly. Even the man who hadn't lost his composure when his soul was extracted by the other party felt an urge to shed tears at this moment, and his voice became hoarse and heavy.

"Lord Touya...is that you?"

"You recognize me?"

"Your subordinate is Lei Ming, the chieftain of the Thunder Beast Clan."

Lei Ming composed himself and said briefly, "We are here to explore this world on the orders of Lord Inuyasha, having crossed the Mirror of Time."

"But an unexpected thing happened. After I came in, I didn't see the person who came in before me. After waiting for a while, no one came after me."

"Left with no other choice, I searched my surroundings and encountered this person here."

"He called himself Abe no Seimei, and his subordinates were no match for him and were defeated."

Douya Wang's brows furrowed even deeper.

The youngest son of her own was gradually doing things in ways she hadn't expected, becoming increasingly mysterious and unpredictable.

But he didn't ask any further questions. He turned around and put the Thunder Beast's soul into his sleeve. Then he raised his eyes again and looked back at the figure in hunting clothes.

"You are Abe no Seimei?"

He read the name aloud, his tone revealing neither praise nor criticism.

It's like chewing on a fruit you've never seen or tasted before, and all you want to know is its quality.