Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Her gaze passed over the gradually solidifying energy vortex in the center of the venue and fell on four other directions—four sorcerers each occupied a corner, their hands forming hand seals, connected to the patterns of the magic array.

In each of their hands, suspended in front of them, was a blood jewel from Naraku.

A dark red luster emanates from within the jade, like a heart beating slowly inside.

"Activate the spatial barrier; prevent further unnecessary sacrifices."

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Even though she still felt guilty about the children who tragically died in tonight's decisive battle, Wu Nu was clear about her mission.

The sooner the barrier is activated, the fewer unnecessary deaths will occur between the two worlds.

All five people activated their power simultaneously.

Five beams of light rose from the edge of the pentagonal magic circle, converged at the core of the vortex in the center of the venue, and then shot upwards.

A beam of light, as thick as a tree trunk, pierced through the roof of the stadium, tearing through the night sky, ripping apart the clouds, and shooting into the depths of the heavens.

The blood moon's light paled in comparison to the pillar of light, and the entire city's night sky was illuminated as if by daylight by this enormous stream of light that shot through the air.

The beam of light continued to climb, passing through the atmosphere, and at the altitude of near-Earth orbit, a satellite that happened to be orbiting over Tokyo was pierced by the beam of light without missing a beat.

The satellite's outer shell disintegrated into fine metal fragments the moment it touched the beam of light.

It was then completely vaporized by the high-energy beam, leaving no trace.

At the same moment, in the distant Eastern Kingdom of Rashomon, the spatial barrier that had already been set up also lit up simultaneously.

Wolf-like man, one of the eight Yama generals on duty, was sitting in the barrier room, sipping a bowl of hot soup.

When he noticed the barrier suddenly light up and the light soared into the sky, he quickly took out the Blood Jade, which only the guardian could preserve, and placed it at the five corners of the magic circle.

The dark red light spread along the magic circle's patterns, interlocking with the rising, luminous white pillar of light, stabilizing the spatial barrier.

At this time, the New Year's Eve had just passed, and most of the high-ranking officials of the Eastern Kingdom were still gathered at the Ruri Shrine.

The fluctuations from the activation of the barrier spread rapidly along the earth's veins and the spiritual energy network, and a dazzling pillar of light fell into the eyes of the powerful figures.

In the courtyard, Inuyasha turned and waved his sleeve. His dazzling golden eyes shone with a calm yet intense light in the interplay of moonlight and lamplight, like fire-quenched amber, sweeping across every face present.

Behind them, figures stood in staggered rows, their auras either as deep as mountains, as sharp as frost blades, or as lurking as undercurrents in the night—the most elite fighting force of the Eastern Kingdom had gathered in this courtyard.

"Gentlemen, the spatial passage to World One has been opened. Who is willing to make the trip and take it for my Eastern Kingdom?"

The Eastern Kingdom has enjoyed peace for a long time, and the drums of war have ceased; it is difficult to fight any new battles to achieve new merits.

At this moment, the gate to another world opened, like a bucket of cold water poured into boiling oil, instantly igniting the fire in the hearts of everyone present.

During the battle, Xia Lan, who had recently activated her spirit armor, jumped up, her cat tail taut and straight. "I am willing to go and serve the Eastern Kingdom!"

Donglan stepped forward and took the lead without hesitation, "Doubu is willing to go!"

Chunlan and Qiulan followed behind, and the fighting spirit of the cats spread rapidly along the line like a lit fuse.

"Your Majesty, we are the same!"

The Thunder Beast Brothers were not to be outdone.

Battle achievements mean you get spirit equipment.

It should be noted that among all the Thunder Beasts, only Leiming and Feitian possess spirit armor, thus entering the ranks of the true powerhouses of the Eastern Kingdom.

Moreover, their father, Lei Ming, has been missing in the other world. The two brothers are alright, but their mother worries about them almost every day.

In an instant, cries of "Let's fight!" rose and fell in the courtyard, and demonic energy and source power surged in the night wind, like a pot of soup about to boil.

Some shouted "I'm willing to go!" while others yelled "Yama's army clears the way!" The shouts grew louder and louder.

'I'm not going to join those battle maniacs.' Yu Shi Bai Lu munched on a cherry blossom mochi in the crowd, a happy smile on her face.

Most of the shrine maidens, led by Kikyo, shared this mindset.

Many of them grew up amidst the turmoil of the Warring States period and had a natural aversion to war.

Kikyo glanced at Kaede, who nodded—no matter who went later, one of them had to go too.

Just then, a figure in moonlight slowly walked out from the crowd.

The wind had not stopped, the lights had not gone out, but all human voices vanished in an instant.

Silence reigned.

Sesshomaru stood in the center of the courtyard, his gaze piercing through the moonlight and landing on Inuyasha's face.

Her silvery-white hair fluttered gently in the night breeze, its sound as clear and crisp as the frost of a winter night.

"Inuyasha, I'm going there, and I'll also look for my father while I'm at it."

Beneath that seemingly uninterested handsome face lies an inner world known only to Jaken—Big Dog is curious, probably already wondering if there's some adversary worth exploring hidden in that world.

"Lord Sesshomaru is going too?" A low murmur arose from the leopard cat camp.

“That’s like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut,” another voice chimed in quickly. “With him gone, there’s no chance for us to do anything.”

"Yes, it's none of our business anymore."

Xia Lan was tilting her head and whispering in Chun Lan's ear, her cat tail swishing back and forth, completely unaware that Sesshomaru's gaze had turned towards her.

His gaze was neither cold nor angry, but the moment Xia Lan was stared at, it felt as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over her head by a biting north wind.

Chunlan grabbed Xialan's tail, and the two of them shrank behind Donglan.

Seeing this scene and feeling the gazes of Yura, Kikyo, and the others, Inuyasha spoke decisively.

"Alright, alright, apart from the cadres who are responsible for their duties, since the rest of us have nothing to do, let's all go."

After saying that, Inuyasha winked at Sesshomaru, as if to say—it's up to you how you do.

Chapter 90 One Strike to Death, One Strike to Life

On the night of the blood moon in the city, a dark red light spread from the edge of the clouds, like a slowly opening crack, immersing the entire sky in an ominous crimson hue.

The air vibrated, emitting a low hum, as if some enormous thing was squeezing in from the other side of the world, pressing reality itself into a slight distortion.

On the rooftop battlefield, Tsukiyomaru's figure passed by Nurarihyon.

The aftershocks of the two clashing and exploding energies spread across the night sky.

Nurarihyon was covered in blood, his aged face marked with several fine bloodstains, and the edges of his robes were torn by the strong wind, but his eyes remained bright, like a lighthouse on a reef battered by wind and rain, unshakable.

He raised his head and looked at the pillar of light that pierced the night sky and reached the end of the firmament. His brows were furrowed and his fingers gripping the knife tightened slightly.

Tsukiyomaru, who had been using supersonic speed and magic to deal with the demon, followed the Nurarihyon's gaze and let out a soft breath.

"Nura Nurarihyon, everything—"

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

His pupils contracted slightly, as if he had seen something beyond his expectations.

Within the pillar of light, figures were emerging from the depths of the light.

At first, it was a blurry silhouette, then it gradually solidified and became clear, stepping out from the edge of the pillar and floating in mid-air, its hem fluttering endlessly between the light and the night wind.

One after another, in an endless stream.

"...Why are there so many?"

Tsukiyomaru murmured something, then recognized several of the figures. His expression changed again, showing surprise and astonishment.

"Even those two lords have come... This isn't right. Arranging the Doubu and the Eight Yama Armies would have been enough."

Countless gazes converged on the sky from every corner of the city—the Nura Clan's yokai paused their fighting, the yokai of Shikoku looked up, and even the lowly yokai in the alleyway battle stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at the figures emerging from the pillar of light.

Fear and awe spread in the night wind, as if some invisible weight was slowly pressing down from above, crushing all the noise.

A crimson figure stood at the forefront in mid-air, its robes billowing like flames, its golden eyes dazzling.

Following closely behind was a figure in moonlight white. Sesshomaru slightly raised his chin, his silver hair being blown behind him by the wind from above.

A layer of armor, shimmering with a cool, lustrous sheen, gradually emerged from his shoulders, covering his arms and back inch by inch, conforming to his skin, as if the moonlight itself had forged his battle armor.

The moment the crescent-shaped armor appeared, an overwhelming and suffocating aura exploded outwards from him in all directions—as if a majestic mountain suddenly rose from the flat ground, forcefully opening up the boundaries of heaven and earth.

The crimson moon above the city was completely washed away in the blink of an eye when touched by the demonic energy, transforming into a clear and cold full moon that hung in the center of the sky.

Divine power is like a prison!

Sesshomaru lowered his eyes, looking down at the vast city and the ravaged battlefield below.

It was merely an appearance.

The weak fell one by one.

People huddled in apartment corners, behind shop counters, and deep inside subway platforms, covering their ears with their hands, pressing their foreheads against the walls, their faces as pale as paper.

They couldn't see what was happening high in the sky, but they could hear the omnipresent fighting. At this moment, they could feel their heartbeats getting slower and slower, heavier and heavier!

Whether rich or poor, ugly or beautiful, the consciousness of the weak is extinguished like a candle flame blown out by the wind.

His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The city, which houses nearly ten million lives, has fallen into an even deeper state of desolation.

One by one, the monsters that had been fighting in the streets and alleys stopped.

The difference in strength was laid bare at this moment—the weak demon felt as if a mountain was pressing down on its back, its knees involuntarily bending and touching the ground, its limbs bracing against the ground, unable to even muster the strength to lift its head.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The Nura Clan's leader, Karasu Tengu, who followed Nurarihyon to become the lord of demons and monsters, looked at Sesshomaru in the sky, who resembled a bright moon, and his fighting spirit vanished completely.

The younger monsters, such as Bingli, had cold sweat dripping down their chins and their legs trembling involuntarily.

Even Nurarihyon couldn't remain calm in the face of this oppressive aura.

He suddenly remembered Tsukiyomaru's words—this is the invincible one?!

Looking at the calm Sesshomaru, Donglan sighed inwardly—this guy is even stronger than he was on Hourai Island!

Tsukiyomaru knelt on one knee on the rooftop, his right knee touching the ground, his left hand pressed against his chest, and his head slightly lowered. "Your subordinate Tsukiyomaru greets the Lord God and the God of Justice!"

The monsters of the East followed closely behind.

Koga ignored Nura Rikuo, whose blade had slipped from his hand, and knelt down on one knee, his wolf tail drooping close to the ground. "Koga of the Demon Wolf Clan greets the God Lord and the God of Justice!"

The girl gracefully landed from the edge of the high window of the Ukiyo-e school, leading the sorcerers to kneel in respect and offer a shout.

Even the monsters who had just crossed the pillar of light bowed down in unison.

Many of the Nura Clan members and the yokai from Shikoku, who were locked in fierce combat, also lowered their heads.

Faced with absolute power, race, identity, and victory or defeat no longer matter—all that remains is submission or annihilation.

On one side, Inuyasha chuckled softly.

"Something interesting is coming."

The deathly aura that permeated the city did not dissipate as the battle subsided.

The souls of those who died on the night of the blood moon, crushed by demonic energy and fear, and the curses that had accumulated in the cracks of streets and the shadows of buildings, are slowly seeping out from the cracks of the city, gathering, entangled, and surging, climbing upwards along the invisible energy channels.

Between the buildings, the afterimages of the dead rose like mist, their distorted humanoid outlines interspersed with broken faces and open mouths, howling silently as they bared their fangs and claws toward Sesshomaru's direction.

Thousands upon thousands of gray-black wisps rose from the earth, entwining, piling up, and condensing, eventually transforming into a colossal, grotesque shadow.

It has no specific shape, yet it seems to be the sum of all human-shaped fears.

It hovered beneath the night sky, its body woven from the faces of countless dead souls and threads of resentment, churning and surging under the moonlight and demonic aura, emitting a low rumble that was somewhere between the sound of wind and a wail.

What is this?

Overwhelmed by the chilling and eerie aura, even Xia Lan, who wore the Sun Wheel emblem, turned slightly pale.

Dong Lan glanced at the two people in front of her, who were enjoying the gentle breeze, and suppressed her urge to attack—even if the sky were to fall, they could withstand it.

Kaede, who had just arrived, stared at Inuyasha and said, "Inuyasha, you promised me."

This calamity, formed in a short time by the mass death and curse, is itself an incomprehensible existence, representing countless evils!

It has no physical form and no vital point.

As long as resentment exists, it will continue to regenerate, expand, and distort.