I'm a magnetic field madman

For top-tier experts, this is fatal enough.

bass!

The sharp and terrifying sword energy slashed through the air, easily cutting and shattering several surrounding high-rise buildings!

Tanjiro had a huge cut in his abdomen, and blood was flowing out of his almost ripped-open abdomen. If it had been just an inch deeper, his internal organs might have flowed out!

Caw!! I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore!

Tanjiro, who was desperately trying to stop Kokushibo, was completely unable to retaliate against his frenzied and precise cuts...

Each rise and fall of that terrifying blade unleashed countless cutting gusts of wind, and a moment's mistake inevitably led to dismemberment.

Tanjiro, under intense mental stress, knew that his condition was about to inevitably begin to decline... not only physically and mentally, but also due to the guidance of his "father".

Without his father's guidance, how could Tanjiro possibly fight this monster? How could he possibly withstand it?

"Tanjiro, relax your body and open your mind."

But at that moment, his father, Tanjuro, gave an order that was practically suicidal...

"Empty your body, Tanjiro, empty yourself completely..."

Tanjiro didn't hesitate; he immediately relaxed all the tense muscles in his body... but Kokushibo's pursuit still came like a persistent, insidious attack.

But just as the sharp blade was about to sever his throat, all the muscles in his body suddenly tensed up, and in that instant, he unleashed a speed even more terrifying than before!

"Oh ho? This is getting more and more interesting."

Bai Wujie, who was drinking and listening to music, showed a look of great interest... because Tanjiro's aura had become completely different at this moment.

A person's temperament is a combination of innate birth and acquired education. However, if you want to make a person's "feeling" completely different, then you have to replace their spirit and mind.

As far as Bai Wujie knew, the only way to do this was to either use extremely strong magnetic field power to completely reshape a person's ego and spirit, or...

"Hell God of War?"

Bai Wujie stroked his chin, his eyes narrowing with interest...

Legend has it that this unparalleled technique was created by the adoptive father of the first male ancestor, the Great Ruler of Hell. It involves separating another spiritual entity from the powerful self and spirit, then materializing it through the tangible energy of magnetic field power, and then using it to fight for oneself!

This move is not a secret; at the very least, it has never been included in the Bai family's secret manuals.

Because theoretically speaking, anyone with a strong magnetic field can do this once they understand this basic logic.

But this is not so easy, because the requirements for the spiritual body formed by the God of Hell are extremely demanding.

First, this part of the ego that has been separated from the self must have a near 100% understanding of the simulated object...

Then there is the strong spirit of self-preservation that prevents these split entities from replacing or taking over...

Next, an even stronger magnetic field will be used to materialize this self-entity.

It's as if a part of one's own soul was separated, and then another powerful being was created out of thin air.

If any of the above conditions cannot be met, then the created Hellish War God will be nothing more than a dubious and meaningless thing.

At his peak, Bai Wujie also tried to practice the Hell War God technique, but he got stuck on the part of splitting himself.

He could simulate his subjects perfectly, but... the people he knew, while not wanting to kill him, were also unwilling to obey his orders.

This was indeed quite awkward, but Bai Wujie managed to find a different approach: to completely conquer and control these self-split ego entities. Unfortunately, this idea was thwarted by his defeat before Bai Wujie could complete it.

To Bai Wujie, Tanjiro's self-transformation seemed like a prelude to becoming the God of War in Hell.

But he wouldn't have enough power to materialize a "God of War"...

Bai Wujie simply couldn't believe that this seemingly dim-witted fool possessed such extraordinary wisdom.

"According to the records of Hell Path, when Bai Baobao, the son of the second male ancestor, blasted down the powerful Lan Meng, he summoned the war god of his grandfather, Hai Hu, without ever having seen Hai Hu."

Bai Wujie looked at Tanjiro, whose demeanor had drastically changed, and murmured...

"I initially thought it was just another piece of bullshit from that third-rate novel 'Hell's Path,' a bunch of nonsense spread by mistake, but now that I think about it..."

If souls truly exist in this world, then could the God of War of Hell accomplish this in such a way—the souls of the dead relying on the spirits of the living to help them become the God of War?

Of course, Tanjiro couldn't possibly have the power to become a war god, but the moment his father's "soul" attached itself to him, he completed a half-finished hellish war god from another perspective.

"Interesting, this kid is surprising me more and more!" Bai Wujie laughed loudly.

On the battlefield, Tanjiro, as if replaced by another person, passed by Kokushibo's body in a very short moment... and in that instant, several blades of the Hollow Crying God in Kokushibo's hand were cut off.

But Kokushibo didn't have time to look at his weapon. He simply turned around and, with a tone filled with hatred, excitement, anticipation, and trepidation, looked at Tanjiro, who was trembling slightly, and said...

"Is that you... Yoriichi?"

Tanjiro didn't answer. He didn't say anything, just silently looked at Kokushibo. That look made Kokushibo believe even more that he was the younger brother he had always longed to surpass!

That gaze, a mixture of sorrow, heartache, and resolute determination, was just like that night hundreds of years ago, when the aged man looked at himself and said sadly…

"How pitiful, brother."

Pathetic? Who is pathetic? Are you talking about yourself? That old, frail body?

That life nearing its end? That unbearable life to look back on?

No, are you talking about me? Me, the loser who will never catch up to you in my entire life, am you calling me a pathetic traitor who betrayed the one I served?

You're saying I'll never be as good as your brother?

No! I will never lose! This is the only time I will fucking never lose!

Eek!!

"Yoriichi!"

Kokushibo roared and howled, no longer caring whether the person in front of him was truly possessed by Yoriichi... At this moment, he only had one thought: to defeat his opponent.

That was his own inner demon; his younger brother, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, had been the biggest inner demon standing in his way from the very beginning.

The insurmountable mountain in his heart, the shadow he hated yet had to chase!

"Kuroshibo, run! Run! Dawn is coming! Run!!"

Even if Muzan roared and howled in his heart... Kokushibo could no longer hear the voice of this "master".

Fuck your master! Fuck your Muzan! Fuck your bullshit!

Today, I, Guo Yansheng, will prove that I have surpassed my younger brother!

Sixteen Forms - Moonbow - Lonely Moon!

Kokushibo leaped high into the air, wielding his evolved demon blade, unleashing several giant blade gusts of wind that shattered the earth, accompanied by countless densely packed crescent-shaped blades falling from the sky.

The strongest move, the last form created, the final move that has not improved since Yoriichi's death.

Tanjiro's response was simply to raise his sword.

In the blink of an eye, victory or defeat, life or death, is decided.

The countless cold glints of the moon and the fleeting, piercing light of dawn from the blazing sun.

In that fleeting moment, Bai Wujie couldn't help but reveal a look of appreciation in his eyes.

Kokushibo's head slowly fell from the rising sun just before dawn.

Tanjiro, sword in hand, stood with his back to Kokushibo's falling corpse. In Kokushibo's eyes, Yoriichi's image overlapped with his.

"Is that so? In the end, I'm still no match for you? In the end, am I nothing more than the moon, which can only shine by relying on the sun..."

Unwillingness, intense unwillingness assaulted Kokushibo's heart... In the past, he might not have had such a strong desire to live, but now, things are different!

Yoriichi is there; Yoriichi is still alive in this world!

He cannot die! He absolutely cannot! He must not die like this!!

No! I can't die! I can't die like this!!

Under the rising sun, the headless corpse of Kokushibo howled, and the next moment, a head as hideous and terrifying as its name suggests... like the "Ushioni" from legends, grew out!

Breaking through limits, breaking through death, in order to continue the battle with Yoriichi, he, like Akaza, broke through the limits of being a demon and came back to life!

However, the sun was gradually rising in the sky, and the darkest night before dawn was about to completely pass.

The sun is about to rise, and even if it breaks through the limits, the evil spirit still cannot survive under this terrifying sun.

But Kokushibo no longer cared; death could no longer take away even the slightest bit of his emotions.

He just kept roaring and roaring.

"Yoriichi!"

But that figure was no longer in his sight. Tanjiro fell, fell heavily...

The power of the human body has reached its limit, and the power propelled by electric current also has its limits...

This body, which is not even an adult, does not have much power available for use.

His spiritual power was completely exhausted. No matter what was attached to Tanjiro's spirit in the end... without a doubt, this sword had already exhausted all of Tanjiro's strength.

Having exhausted all his resources, Tanjiro collapsed. Nezuko, sensing her brother's danger, crawled out with a whimper and stretched out her arms to shield Kokushibo.

The sun had already risen, and Kokushibo's body would soon turn to ashes in a very short time. Kokushibo had completely disregarded the roaring Muzan in his heart.

"Yoriichi, stand up!!"

It roared and howled, like a severely wounded beast, like a monster that had lost everything and was left with only its last stand.

"Damn it, Kokushibo, do I really have to save you?!"

Anxious, Muzan roared and ordered Nakime to open a door beneath Kokushibo's feet...

He didn't dare to do that; he didn't even dare to open the door to greet Akashi when Akashi was there.

Because Bai Wujie was always watching from the sidelines, this monster that made Muzan even more terrifying was always watching!

Honestly, it's not just White Mukai anymore, there's also this brat who scared him half to death back then—but that's precisely why Muzan absolutely cannot lose Kokushibo!

It's a risky choice, but he's sure to fail.

Just before the door beneath Kokushibo's feet opened, the berserk Kokushibo shredded it to pieces with a single sword strike, while Bai Wujie strolled out leisurely through the smoke, smiling with a hint of regret and amusement...

"You guys are interesting, and that makes me happy, which is rare for me."

Bai Wujie walked to the side of the fallen Tanjiro, picked up the Nichirin Blade that was already broken and could easily shatter, weighed it in his hand, and pointed it at Kokushibo...

"Very well, then you are qualified to take a blow from my sword."

"Yoriichi, let Yoriichi come here!!"

But at this moment, Kokushibo's mind was filled with only Yoriichi. The roaring monster seemed ready to vanish at any moment in the rising sunlight, but he didn't care about Shiro Mukai at all...

Being disliked didn't annoy Bai Wujie. Instead, he looked at the knife in his hand with great interest and chuckled at the "air" beside him.

"If you're really here, how about I try it out? I'll give you a chance, okay?"

Silence fell; Nichirin Blade was naturally unable to answer Bai Wujie's question... But strangely, a voice appeared in his mental world.

It wasn't powerful; in fact, it could be described as weak. But this consciousness wasn't separated from Bai Wujie.

Is this what they call the soul? He observed him with immense interest.

"Thank you."

He said this in a low voice, and Bai Wujie kept his promise and temporarily relinquished control of his body to him.

"Goodbye."

A few words, a simple farewell, and then he raised his sword, as did the monstrous Kokushibo.

But this time, Kokushibo couldn't even find a chance to retaliate. Countless crisscrossing rays of sunlight instantly enveloped Kokushibo's body, splitting everything in an instant.

Kokushibo's body was completely shattered and burned, but he felt no resentment or regret. Only an unparalleled sense of ease and a lasting sense of relief.

He caught the severed flute that had fallen from Kokushibo's body, remained silent for a moment, and then placed it back beside Kokushibo's corpse.

As the dawn broke and the sun rose fully, it shone upon the sorrowful ruins.

33. Massacre

The wonderful experience, the interesting feelings, and the close connection to the so-called soul made Bai Wujie exceptionally happy.

Unfortunately, this "soul" attached to Bai Wujie seemed to have no intention of staying any longer, and instead left his spiritual world directly.

Bai Wujie put down the weapon in his hand, which was now just a hilt, looked at the ruins and ashes in front of him, and then at Nezuko who was staring at him with hostility. He remained motionless in the rising sun.