Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Over time, the number of monster souls devoured far exceeded 100,000; nearly a million were piled up here, squeezing and entangled with each other, transforming into a turbulent, chaotic sea.

At that moment, the crimson flame, like a torch thrown into a pile of dry wood, ignited the entire dark wasteland the instant it entered the soul space.

The yokai souls, suppressed for too long, came alive the moment the flames touched them.

Countless distorted faces emerged from the chaos, and millions of eyes of different shapes opened simultaneously, their gazes piercing through the surging flames and resentment, all falling in the same direction.

The source of that crimson flame, and the crimson figure that was appearing before them.

"...It was him."

"It's him—"

"That guy who fed our flesh and souls to Naraku..."

"It's Inuyasha!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Die! Die ...

The roars converged from all directions, quickly forming a deafening torrent that surged toward Inuyasha.

Inuyasha stood still, at the center of the storm stirred up by millions of vengeful spirits. Crimson flames swirled around him, burning the approaching resentment to ashes, only to let new resentment fill the void.

His gaze passed over the churning faces and fell upon the deepest part of this soul space, where a huddled figure was being eroded layer by layer by flames—Naraku's true form was right in the center of that chaos.

"Useless in life, even more useless after death; no matter how loudly you cry out, it won't change anything."

Inuyasha raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and clenched them towards the dark void.

The fire surged towards the center from all directions, like a giant, clasped hand, gathering all the roaring, struggling fragments of the soul into its palm, then tightening, compressing, and refining them, burning away both consciousness and impurities.

In the next instant, his figure changed.

Crimson flames overflowed, spread, and extended from the boundaries of the humanoid form, transforming into a great sun suspended in the center of the soul space.

The light was intense but not dazzling, and the heat was deep but not scorching, completely illuminating the chaotic sky that had been filled with resentment and howls for countless years.

The sun's light spread in all directions, and the fragments of millions of souls curled and burned in the sunlight.

The resentment and obsession that enveloped it rolled up, turned black, and shattered like pages licked by flames, then turned into tiny specks of light until they were evaporated into smoke.

The filth was burned away, and the chaos was dissected.

After half of his soul was burned away, with Inuyasha's will, the surface of the black egg began to change in the outside world.

The dark eggshell emitted a pure light from within, initially just a faint glimmer seeping through the hair-thin cracks.

The cracks then widened and multiplied, and the brightness of the light also increased, like a giant lamp being lit from the inside.

The light flowed along the pre-laid pipes and the patterns of the magic array, merging into the blood jade that had been prepared to the side.

Blood Jade was placed in the center of a soft couch, its entire body dark red like congealed blood.

As the pure light poured in from the pipe and touched the jade body, it was as if a beating heart had been injected inside, and it began to pulsate and undulate with a rhythm visible to the naked eye.

The dark red color began to fade.

Like ink being diluted layer by layer with water, the blood color changes from deep and dark to light and pale.

It fades from reddish-brown to warm red, and then transitions from warm red to a soft flesh pink.

The shape of the jade body also changes—from a round sphere to a longer, extended, and narrowed shape, with the outline gradually becoming slender and soft.

Like a sculpture being carved from stone, from the shoulders and neck to the waist, from the limbs to the clasped fingertips, everything is being shaped by the tempering of light.

When the last ray of light sank into its core, the center was no longer a piece of jade, but a petite and slender adorable little girl.

She lay curled up on her side on the soft couch, her figure petite and slender, her skin as pure white and flawless as fresh snow.

Her long hair, pure white, cascaded down her sides and shoulders, its strands soft and silky, shimmering with a gentle glow in the light.

The little girl slowly opened her eyes, her pupils clear and bright, as if they had never been tainted by anything—her dark pupils were as deep as two still abysses, unreflecting the outside world, yet possessing an irresistible attraction that made it impossible to look away.

She was quiet for a while, as if getting used to the newly formed body, then sat up, looked down at her hands, and turned her head to look at her side.

A pure white mirror lay quietly beside him, its surface smooth and unblemished, its edges rounded like newly polished jade.

The little girl stretched out her slender fingers, hugged the mirror to her chest, and then raised her head.

Across from them, Tsubaki and Kagami Kuya stood on either side.

"Can a new monster really be born from a pure soul and demonic power?"

Chun's gaze swept over her several times, the black witch who had once coexisted with monsters now filled with a desire to investigate.

"You have no demonic power, no demonic aura, are you really a demon?"

Kamiya's eyes were filled with curiosity as they fell on the mirror in her arms. "What is the purpose of the companion mirror you hold?"

Faced with their questions, the pure white loli remained silent, simply holding the white mirror and quietly gazing at Inuyasha in front of the black egg.

Her gaze was as clean as a freshly laid-out sheet of paper, unattached and undemanding, simply resting quietly on him, as if she had chosen a direction from the very beginning.

Er Gouzi would never allow a scar to appear on the back of his possession. When Shen Wu was born, she was a pure and flawless jade.

"Since Kagami has just been born, you should stop crowding around him."

Inuyasha's voice came from in front of the black egg, carrying a hint of casualness.

Distracted, he raised his hand, and a neatly folded plain white kimono appeared in the air, drifting down to Shen Wu's side. The fabric spread out on the soft couch like a piece of snow that had just fallen.

"Put it on, Kanna, your sister Kagura will be born soon."

"Yes, my lord."

Kanna, who had received memories from Inuyasha, picked up a kimono and put it on.

Tsubaki and Kami Kuya both paused for a moment, pursed their lips, but did not refute.

Half a day later, a new change occurred.

Beside Shenwu, the light flowing through the pipes had not yet ceased, and a second stream of pure light was flowing along the same path as before into the blood jade beside her.

The process was exactly the same as when Kami was born—the dark color faded and turned into a warm white.

But this time, the outline after it was formed was completely different from the quiet and snow-white loli.

The new girl sat up on the soft couch.

A head of jet-black hair cascaded down from the top of her head, like a black waterfall falling to her waist. It was neither soft nor thick, but it carried a natural and unrestrained feel.

Her hair was slightly curled, which made her reserved and delicate face even more vivid.

Ruby-like eyes were set in a seemingly well-behaved face, pointed ears peeked out from her hair, and she had a delicate nose and cherry-like lips that were slightly pursed.

With her jade-like body, she is like a painting that breathes.

She covered her chest with one hand and crossed her legs to conceal her vital parts, with a folding fan appearing between her right fingers.

The fan ribs appear to be made of dark jade, and the fan surface is plain white without any patterns, with a thin, hair-like blue tassel adorning the edge.

With a gentle flick of her wrist, the fan slowly unfolded.

The wind stirred as the fan unfolded.

A cyan aura rose from the air, like an extremely thin veil, enveloping her shoulders and waist, flowing gently along the curves of her body, and shrouding her in a faint, flowing halo.

The control of that wisp of wind was exquisite, gliding along her skin.

Like a feathered garment billowing in the wind, rising and falling with her breath, adjusting with her posture, her eyes carrying a dangerous glint.

Tsubaki's brow twitched slightly, and Kaguya rubbed the Mirror of Life in her hand, her gaze sliding to Kagura's slightly upturned lips.

Neither of them spoke, but their momentary silence spoke volumes.

This newly born wind girl is no less powerful than the Sun Wheel Celestial Phenomenon, and even gives them a more terrifying feeling.

"Seniors, after looking for so long, shouldn't you give me a piece of clothing?"

The girl spoke in a clear yet slightly seductive voice. She glanced at Kanna, who shared the same origin and had been born earlier, and then at Kanna and the black shrine maiden who were staring at her, without showing the slightest stage fright.

"Even though we're all women, it's not right to be naked, is it?"

Tsubaki glanced at Kagura, whose personality was completely opposite to Kanna's, and casually replied.

"Kanna's clothes were prepared by Inuyasha, and yours are the same."

Kagaya also laughed and said, "Besides, Inuyasha might like a beautiful woman who isn't wearing clothes even more."

"I am the free wind!"

Kagura snapped her fan shut, a glint of light flashing in her red eyes.

"From the moment of its birth, it has never been anyone's possession!"

"Well said."

Inuyasha stood up from the dark, black egg, and with a thought, a brightly colored kimono floated down from his spatial ring to Kagura's side, its fabric as vibrant as a newly blooming summer flower.

"But even the wind has its destination."

He turned to look at the two women.

Shenwu held the white mirror in her arms, her posture as upright as a small statue enshrined in front of a Buddhist shrine.

This quiet is not cowardice or retreat, but a serenity from the very beginning—like a snow-covered mountain peak, possessing an undeniable presence.

Kagura, however, is different.

"What journey home? Isn't it just about wanting to be the master of me and Kanna?"

She was putting on her fallen kimono, turned her head slightly, glanced at Inuyasha, and then looked away with disdain.

"And you, man, can't you take your eyes off a lady while she's getting dressed? Have some manners!"

"I'm not a gentleman, what do I need manners for?" Inuyasha looked at the two of them, one as still as water, the other as swift as the wind.

Kanna is the aspect of "nothingness" that was stripped from Naraku and found in the group of demons—desireless, without wants, and without self, like an empty mirror that only reflects but does not capture.

The other is the most instinctive yearning for freedom that is common to both humans and monsters—to break free from constraints, to pursue direction, and to refuse to be trapped by any shape.

The power of a million demons was stripped away, purified, and refined layer by layer, and the essence that finally settled down was divided between the two of them.

As for other clone demons, Inuyasha doesn't have the energy to create them. If they're gone, they're gone. This just makes Kagura and Kanna even more perfect.

Chapter 100 Chaos Pearl, A Girl's Heart, A Small World

After dressing, Kagura stood up, her clothes draping down her slender figure like a summer flower unfolding in the morning light, bright and dazzling with vibrant life.

She swished open her folding fan with her right hand, the fan covering the lower half of her face, revealing only a pair of bright, ruby-like eyes with slightly upturned corners. Her gaze traveled from above the edge of the fan, landing on Inuyasha's face.

"These clothes fit perfectly—it must have been hard work for the 'master'."

The women present listened to Kagura's sarcastic remarks. Kaguya and Tsubaki tacitly stepped back, while Inuyasha's lips curled up. He simply raised his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

Kagura's smile froze abruptly before it could last.

Her legs unconsciously came together, her left hand instinctively covered her lower abdomen, her red eyes widened, and a mixture of surprise and embarrassment surged up at the same time.

The wind girl bit her lower lip, half-bent over, raised her head, and glared at Inuyasha with her bright eyes, gritting her teeth.

"...How shameless!"

Her cheeks flushed slightly, the blush spreading from her ears to the side of her neck. She gripped the folding fan tightly in her hand, the fan ribs pressed against her palm, as if she were about to use it to hit someone on the head at any moment.

Inuyasha stood with his hands in his sleeves, meeting the angry and annoyed gaze with a smile.

"We're all monsters, isn't it only natural to be a little shameless?"

"We're all monsters—"

He spoke slowly, his tone carrying a self-righteous frankness, "Isn't being shameless a matter of course?"

Er Gouzi tilted his head slightly. "You don't actually think that I created you just to selflessly dedicate myself to you, do you?"

Kagura opened her mouth, her red lips moved twice, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"cost."