Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

"Not only must it be able to separate enough sub-entities, but it must also try to devour energies of different attributes, and even cosmic rays."

"If it works, it would be a walking, universal energy source, and we could even extract the other person's cells for reproduction..."

He paused, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, as he recalled a long-forgotten matter, "If only we had the Shikon Jewel at this time."

When Kikyo was taken away from the world, she did not have the Shikon Jewel on her.

So, where did it go?

Inuyasha's memories flashed back rapidly—he clearly remembered that in the original storyline, Kikyo took the Shikon Jewel with her to the cremation after her death, and the Shikon Jewel was then reincarnated into modern society five hundred years later, attaching itself to Kagome.

But now, the Shikon Jewel is gone.

Could it be that it has already been reincarnated?

But why didn't he end up with Kikyo?

In the five hundred years from the Warring States period to the present day, Baoyu and Jiegeng may have been reincarnated more than once.

"If he's not here, he's not here."

"Anyway, after completely enslaving Naraku's soul, awakening his unique spirit armor should not disappoint me."

Inuyasha stretched and said, "With Kikyo, that's already the final outcome. As for Kagome... she'll come when she's meant to, and if she's not, there's no point in forcing her."

"If all else fails, we can try to use the power of the Bone-Eating Well to travel through time."

Now that he has control of the Sacred Tree, Inuyasha is confident that he can move freely back and forth.

Chapter 89: 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 very well, comfortably and peacefully—there are no enemies, and you can do whatever you want.”

Jieluo 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, then it will truly be a case of continents being destroyed and people dying. Everyone will be on their way, and 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 and waved his hand, "You don't understand, a man's romance is making big toys!"

Upon hearing this, Jie Luo chuckled and her eyes crinkled 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 appearance, 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 ideas, 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 drew a shape in the air, as if tracing some form. "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 monsters and half-demons. From here, you can start from whatever continent you want to build or whatever stars you want to sail towards."

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

Inuyasha looked down at her and reached 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 playing 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.

On the spot, a flurry of blows and slaps were delivered, thoroughly dismantling the audacious female demon 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 was taken advantage of by that wicked woman."

"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 Kagami Kuya. What Yakumo Yukari and the others can do, I can certainly do too.'

"Let's put in extra effort now and try to sort out the ley lines in 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 rose in 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—Nura 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 narrowing slightly. "How would 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 is anyone in the world who can 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.

"One strike wiped out six hundred square kilometers... Young man, if you want to exaggerate and force this old man to back down, then there is no need to say anything more. 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 old voice burst forth with anger, "You've made such a scene, you'd better clean this up!"

"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 a 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 alien energy in the air were enough for him to know where the blade should land.

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 struck first—the blade spun, slicing towards Tsukiyomaru's wrist, as fast as a cat attacked by a snake, striking first despite being behind.

'Truly terrifyingly cunning swordsmanship.' Tsukiyomaru felt a chill run down his spine and was forced to change his stance. Stepping on the blood moon's light, he flipped backward several feet, landing back on the edge of the rooftop and creating distance once 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 like an invisible hand was pressing down on his shoulder from above, but he laughed even harder, his claws moving at an unabated frequency, becoming even more ferocious and unrestrained.

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, Koga'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, they crashed into the territory of the Third 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 fierce tug-of-war in the darkness.

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, slanted, 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 indistinct in the dim light.