Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

"The key to unlocking the seal is said to be five heirlooms: the Dragon Head Jade, the Penglai Jade Branch, the Buddha's Stone Bowl, the Fire Rat Robe, and the Swallow's Cowrie Shell. As long as these five treasures are thrown into the Fuji Five Lakes, the celestial maiden will regain her freedom and return to this world."

Kikyo took the teacup from Inuyasha's hand and continued the tea ceremony, "Is this the first mission you gave Tobe?"

"Yes."

Inuyasha nodded and noticed that Kaede's expression was somewhat downcast. Knowing that the girl was a little unhappy, he familiarly took her hand and said...

"Don't worry, it only needs a little bit of scrap fabric; it won't ruin the clothes."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

Feng glanced at Inuyasha's red robe, which he had painstakingly made stitch by stitch, and clearly felt somewhat insincere. He changed the subject, saying, "I'm worried about—the meaning that the celestial maiden represents."

"You mean—the gods behind the celestial maidens?" Kikyo, a priestess, placed her teacup beside Inuyasha and said bluntly, "Kaze, don't overthink it. There are no true gods in this world anymore."

"Sister, why do you say that?" Kaede's curiosity was also Inuyasha's curiosity.

Although he lived a long time, the years he truly served were spent with Kikyo.

As for the bitter days of wandering and displacement, even a dog doesn't want to recall them.

As the strongest priestess of her time, Kikyo slowly opened her mouth after organizing her thoughts.

"It's very simple, the gods have vanished."

“Long ago, a great war broke out between the gods of Takamagahara and the underworld—no one knows the exact cause, but the result left its mark.”

"That war was not just a confrontation between gods. Later, powerful cultivators who came from the east also got involved. They brought with them Taoist arts and weapon techniques different from those of the gods and clashed head-on with the gods of Takamagahara."

Kikyo, seeing Inuyasha listening intently, gave an example.

"More than thirty years ago, when I went to Penglai Island with you, I had this in mind. The Resonating Cauldron placed on the back mountain is a treasure left behind by a certain cultivator."

"At the same time, Yu Shi's spear is one of them. Bai Lu became the water god after she picked it up."

Inuyasha nodded in agreement. He had met both Myoga and Totosai. The former was living a life of leisure in Rashomon, while the latter, after Toga's death, had become accustomed to his freedom and was unwilling to follow him.

However, Totosai did not refuse Inuyasha's request to forge weapons. After seeing the Yu no Spear, he stated that there was no possibility of replicating it.

Kikyo paused for a moment to make sure that her next words were logically sound.

"The three sides fought each other for many years. The power of the gods was gradually weakened, the power of the underworld was repeatedly worn down, and the cultivators who crossed the sea to the east left in the chaos. Then, the monsters began to rise."

"The earliest monsters were born from the flesh and blood and resentment of the gods. They were born with great power and seized the opportunity during the period when the gods were weak."

"By the time the gods came to their senses, most of their foundations on earth had been devoured."

"With faith broken and incense offerings cut off, the decline of the gods became inevitable, and they could no longer draw strength from the human world to replenish the war losses caused by the fall of the gods."

As Kikyo finished speaking, Inuyasha brought a cup of tea to her lips.

She hummed, took a sip to moisten her throat, and looked up at Feng, who was somewhat engrossed.

"In the end, those gods who couldn't survive perished one by one."

"They fell to the earth, and their fallen divine power seeped into the soil, rivers, and forests, and scattered among mortals."

"Since then, people with innate spiritual power have begun to appear among humans—some are born with innate spiritual power, some awaken suddenly in desperate situations, and some can see the afterimages of gods in their dreams."

As she said this, she slightly raised her chin, "And priestesses with pure spiritual power and pure hearts are favored by the gods. Our power is the legacy of the gods on earth."

Kaede clenched her fists, feeling proud of her own power for the first time, but Inuyasha discovered a blind spot—a priestess is equivalent to a god?

Rounding down, wouldn't that be equivalent to a witch or a god?

Suddenly sensing something was wrong, Kikyo stared at the thoughtful half-demon.

Without even guessing, she knew the other person was thinking of some inexplicable bad thing.

"Inuyasha, the little priestesses still have evening lessons, I'm going to check on them."

Without waiting for Inuyasha's response, Kikyo made up an excuse and got up to leave.

Kaede was about to leave as well, but before she could fully straighten her back, Inuyasha grabbed her arm. "Kaede, don't go yet."

“You heard what Kikyo just said—the power of the gods allows those born with spiritual power to be created. And spiritual armor is a weapon born from the soul ignited by source power.”

"If your spiritual power can be traced back to the lineage of divine legacy—"

Inuyasha said in a serious tone, "Kaze, unfold your spirit dress and let me see."

Feng had no doubts.

Bathed in divine light, the priestess, holding a bow of heaven and draped in a light, veil-like robe, murmured softly, enveloped in the breath of spring on the first night of the first snow.

A place with jagged, strange rocks.

The mountain ridge is as if carved by a knife and axe, with the rock layers exposed at dark brown cross-sections, like old wounds torn by giant claws.

The wind surged up from the depths of the canyon, carrying the lingering metallic smell of years past, swirling between the rocks and making a low, mournful sound.

Not an inch of the ground was flat; it was covered with jagged pebbles and protruding rock edges.

On the steepest side of the cliff, a huge fang is driven deep into the rock face.

The fangs are a deep ivory white, and their surfaces are covered with fine lines worn away by wind and sand over the years.

The tooth roots are deeply embedded in the rock crevices, like an iron wedge driven into the earth's veins.

Beneath the fangs, a massive body was pinned to the rock wall—the Dragon Bone Demon, a great monster born from a dragon.

Its body is coiled and covered with dark gray scales.

Each piece is the size of an adult's head, with a dark green, patina-like color around the edges.

His head was bowed, his chin rested on a protrusion in the rock wall, his eyes were closed, and his breath had been stagnant for countless years.

Like a stone sculpture weathered by time, it is embedded in the shadows of the rock wall.

Sesshomaru flew a few feet in front of the fangs, staring at Ryukotsusei who was pinned to the rock wall, and gripped the Bakusaiga at his waist.

The sound of the blade being drawn was short and clear. Then, with a slight dip of the wrist, the blade flashed out, slicing through the father's fangs embedded in the rock wall.

The fangs broke off, the cross-section smooth as a mirror. A faint white light flashed briefly at the break point before turning to ashes.

The dragon bone spirit's body trembled violently.

The body, which had been dormant for too long, finally regained its vitality—a fine tremor spread outward from deep within the chest cavity, coursing through the gaps in the scales and throughout the entire body.

Like a red-hot iron ball being thrown into a pool of cold water, powerful ripples spread outwards from the center, shaking off all the dust that had accumulated over countless years.

Its chest began to rise and fall, the amplitude gradually increasing, each breath bringing out a dark, murky mist that condensed into a heavy cloud of white vapor in the cold air.

His jaw slowly opened, revealing a row of sharp teeth that had not been dulled by the years.

A roar, as if squeezed from the depths of the earth's crust, surged from his throat, echoing through the canyon for several breaths before finally rising and transforming into a roar that completely shook off sleepiness.

The celestial phenomena change accordingly!

The gray clouds overhead began to churn, pile up, and press down the moment it roared to the ground, pushing it toward the canyon.

Lightning streaked through the dark clouds, slithering like snakes through the gaps, each flash accompanied by a muffled rumble of thunder.

"Roar!"

The dragon bone spirit turned its head, pointing the humanoid face that had sprung from the top of the dragon beast at Sesshomaru, who was standing in the wind.

The familiar scent reminded the Dragon Bone Spirit of its enemy.

The killing intent instantly spread, making the surrounding air feel heavier.

"Little dog, where's your old dog?"

Sesshomaru met Ryukotsusei's murderous gaze, raised Bakusaiga in his hand again, the blade pointing directly at Ryukotsusei, the tip slightly raised, gleaming with a cold, smooth arc in the dim light of the canyon.

The wind swept his silver hair back, revealing a face that was calm to the point of being indifferent.

"Dragon Bone Spirit".

"To submit, or to die?"

“Even your father never spoke to me in this tone back then.”

The dragon bone spirit's voice squeezed out from the lips of that humanoid face, the words carrying the resentment and disdain that had been sealed away.

Where do you get your confidence?

Its lower jaw opened, and a layer of intense blue-white light surged from the throat of the dragon's head—the light surged, condensed, and compressed from the inside of the throat, and was pushed to the critical point in a very short breath.

Immediately afterwards, a blue flame as thick as a millstone burst forth from its mouth, accompanied by scorching air currents and a piercing whistling sound, like an energy cannon that had been ignited, and shot straight toward Sesshomaru's location.

The air was scorched into distorted ripples, and the surrounding rock walls were burned into red-hot molten slag upon touching the edge of the pillar of fire, which then splashed in all directions.

"That's your answer."

Sesshomaru held the Bakusaiga horizontally in front of his chest, slightly twisted his wrist, and the blade cut into the surging blue pillar of fire—like a wedge thrown into a torrent, the water splashed on both sides, but could not shake the wedge itself in the slightest.

The flames were split in two along the blade, turning into two scorching streams of air that swept past his side and behind him, piercing the rock wall and exploding into a small mushroom cloud behind him.

Xie Jian, who was watching the battle, was almost caught in the blast and was blown into the sky by the wind from the explosion.

Sesshomaru emerged from the cleaved flames, his silver hair curling slightly in the lingering heat.

A scorch mark brushed across the edge of the robe, only to be smoothed away by the wind.

The dragon bone spirit's pupils contracted slightly as it reassessed the puppy in front of it.

"Turns out he has some skill."

“That Fang Blade…is even more dangerous than your father’s Tessaiga.”

Its gaze lingered on the blade of the shattered tooth for a moment, then it raised its chin, and a layer of arrogance from bygone years surfaced in its blood-red eyes.

"but--"

The dragon bone spirit's body stretched out.

The muscles covered in dark gray scales were no longer as stiff as when it had just awakened, but regained their elasticity with its breathing and speech.

It detached its body completely from the rock wall and landed on the ground with a dull thud. The rubble bounced and rolled under its feet, only to be casually flattened by it.

"No weapon is of any use against my invulnerable dragon scales."

As it spoke, it pointed its chest, covered with layers upon layers of scales, at Sesshomaru.

It's like showing a wall that can't be breached by any blade.

The Dragon Bone Spirit has roamed the world for many years, relying on only two skills—the first being the blue flame dragon breath that was just powerful enough to shatter a mountain.

Secondly, it possesses a powerful dragon body that is impervious to swords and spears and difficult to be harmed by anything.

"Then let's give it a try."

Sesshomaru transformed into a moon-white streak of light and sped toward Ryukotsusei.

"How arrogant!"

Dragon Bone Spirit spewed out dragon breath, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, covering all directions Sesshomaru could dodge.

The Bakusaiga flipped and slashed horizontally in his hand. The first strike cut through Ryukotsusei's dragon breath, and the aftershocks were crushed into chaotic starlight by the sword energy, sliding past Sesshomaru's shoulder and behind him.

Sesshomaru did not pause; his figure accelerated again after passing through the remaining flames of the pillar of fire.

The second strike followed immediately—this strike was devoid of any fancy moves, simply cleaving straight down towards the Dragon Bone Spirit's chest and abdomen.

The dragon bone spirit's instinct told it to dodge, but its body, which had been sealed for too long and had just thawed, was a beat slower in its reaction.

'I should avoid his sharp edge? I am a dragon bone spirit!' It suppressed its instincts, raised its forelimb claws, and slapped at the Exploding Fang.

The Exploding Fang fell, cutting straight into the dragon body that the Dragon Bone Spirit was so proud of.

The wound spread outwards from the point where the blade struck, like a spider web rapidly spreading across the ice.

The tightly interlocking scales began to crack piece by piece from the point of contact, with fragments scattering outwards from the center. Each shattered scale was continuously eroded and disintegrated by the slashing effect of the Exploding Fang, turning into fine grayish-white powder.

"What's this……"

The dragon beast, propelled into the air by the explosion, let out an incredulous roar before exploding into dust with a crackling sound.

"A shield from the old era."

"That's all there is to it."

Sesshomaru sheathed his sword and stood quietly, gazing at the treasured sword that had surpassed his father's fangs and was now solely his own. He then turned and headed towards the Ruri Shrine.

The New Year is almost here.