Above the vast and boundless main star of the Empire, the map of the Shinigami Universe had just finished its perfect, miraculous fusion.
Uchiha Tobirama sat upon the supreme throne, his profound gaze passing through layers of spatial barriers as he overlooked the vast territory that was currently undergoing celebration and reconstruction. His fingertips tapped rhythmically against the armrest, which had been condensed from pure Origin.
The supreme authority of having the heavens and myriad worlds beneath his feet stirred an insatiable desire for conquest in his blood.
Just then, the Divine Rank System hidden deep within his Soul emitted a crisp notification.
"Ding! The Empire territory expansion task has been updated!"
"Searching for a new high-value plane coordinate for the Host... Coordinate locked successfully!"
"Current Plane: Inuyasha Universe, Sengoku Era. Timeline anchor: Fifty years before the beginning of the main story."
"Special Note: To align with the supreme majesty of the Realm Lord-level Host, the underlying Laws of this plane have been forcibly 'corrected.' In the original work, all complicated emotional relationships involving the core female characters, as well as meaningless entanglements, have been completely removed and reset. All top-tier women of Luck in this world are now in a state of absolute purity, awaiting the Host's arrival."
"A corrected and purified world, is it?"
A look of arrogant amusement, filled with an intent to plunder everything, slowly appeared at the corners of Uchiha Tobirama's lips.
Without those tiresome half-demon entanglements, nor those nauseating schemes and misunderstandings stretching across past and present lives, this extremely thorough "spring cleaning" by the System perfectly catered to the cross-dimensional tyrant's obsession with cleanliness.
He rose from his throne and casually removed the dark-golden Hokage cloak he had been wearing. As light shimmered around him, a perfectly fitted black robe appeared over his tall, imposing figure. It bore no complicated decorations, yet seemed to possess a texture capable of swallowing all light.
"Since the hunting ground has already been cleaned up..."
"Then I shall go meet these so-called demons of the Sengoku era."
Uchiha Tobirama did not bring any of his harem consorts. He simply raised one hand and slashed forward with complete indifference.
"Slish—!"
The supposedly indestructible dimensional crystal wall was effortlessly torn apart beneath his fingertips like a fragile sheet of paper.
A pitch-black rift filled with chaotic currents of space and time opened with a roar.
Uchiha Tobirama took one long step forward and entered the dark corridor leading toward the new Universe.
Meanwhile.
In the Inuyasha plane, during the Sengoku era.
This was a dark age filled with despair, slaughter, miasma, and countless demons.
Night had fallen.
A scarlet Blood Moon, radiating an ominous aura, hung high above a wilderness littered with withered bones.
Deep within a secluded valley known as the Bone-Eater's Well—
"Huff... huff..."
Heavy, despairing breaths echoed harshly through the silent valley.
A breathtakingly beautiful priestess dressed in a plain white kosode and crimson hakama knelt on one knee upon the muddy, bloodstained earth.
Her raven-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her cold, ethereal face, beautiful as a flower blooming atop a lonely mountain, was stained with several shocking bloodstains. Within her clear eyes, which should have been as tranquil as an ancient well, flickered a resolute determination to die.
She was the purest and most flawless existence in this world—the guardian of the Shikon Jewel, Kikyo.
Between her slender fingers, she tightly held a bead emitting a faint pink radiance.
The Shikon Jewel.
It was the supreme treasure countless demons dreamed of obtaining, a sacred jewel capable of dramatically increasing their power and even defying fate itself.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss... Hand over the jewel, priestess!"
"Eat her! Tear her flesh apart and drink her blood! Take the Shikon Jewel!"
From every direction—among the cliffs, within the forests, and even across the night sky—
Thousands upon thousands of grotesque demons had completely surrounded the valley.
There were centipede demons dozens of meters long, masses of flesh covered in sores, and mantis demons wielding enormous scythes. Their greedy saliva dripped onto the ground like heavy rain, corroding the earth and releasing pungent blue smoke.
To seize the Shikon Jewel, nearly the entire demon population of the Kanto region had come out in force.
Kikyo's quiver had long since been emptied. The catalpa bow that had accompanied her in purifying countless evil spirits was covered in fine cracks after her spiritual power had been exhausted.
Her proud purification barrier had been compressed to a radius of less than a meter under the assault of the endless demon horde. It constantly trembled, as though it could shatter at any moment.
"Has it... finally reached its limit?"
Kikyo bit her bloodless lower lip.
She could feel the spiritual power within her body. It was like a completely dried-up spring, unable to provide even the slightest trace of strength.
In this timeline corrected by the System, there was no half-demon wearing the Robe of the Fire Rat to distract her, nor were there any baseless misunderstandings.
What she faced was merely this cruel reality in its purest form.
As the guardian of the jewel, she would rather take her Soul with her into the Yellow Springs than allow this sinful treasure to fall into the hands of these filthy demons.
Kikyo slowly closed her eyes.
She drew the short blade at her waist and resolutely placed its sharp edge against her slender neck.
"Do it! The barrier is breaking!"
"Tear her apart!"
The demons erupted into deafening roars.
Like a black tide of death, they surged madly from every direction toward the solitary red-and-white figure at the center of the valley.
And then—
At the critical instant, just before the blade could touch Kikyo's throat—
"Rumble—!"
The entire firmament of the Sengoku era suddenly erupted with a terrifying, mournful roar that seemed capable of crushing the entire world.
It was not thunder.
It was the anguished groan of the Laws of this lower plane as they endured the forced descent of an existence from an incomparably higher dimension.
"What's happening?!"
The demons that had been about to reach Kikyo were stunned by the sudden disturbance in heaven and earth.
One after another, they raised their ugly heads toward the night sky.
They saw the scarlet Blood Moon, which had seemed so arrogant moments ago, completely obscured by an incomparably majestic black figure.
Uchiha Tobirama had arrived.
His pure-black robe danced wildly in the gale ten thousand meters above the ground, while his short silver-white hair shone with a bone-chilling radiance beneath the Blood Moon.
He had not deliberately released any Spiritual Pressure or Chakra.
He had merely brought his Perfect Sage Body, which had fused the most powerful Origins of the heavens, into this Sengoku-era world.
Yet even that alone was enough.
This world could no longer bear his existence.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack!"
Pitch-black fractures appeared throughout the surrounding spatial barriers like cracks in shattered glass.
The mountains, rivers, grass, trees, insects, and fish below trembled.
Even the miasma that had permeated the world for centuries seemed to freeze in place beneath the unconscious pressure radiating from the Realm Lord.
Deep within the valley—
Kikyo, who had been prepared to die, suddenly opened her eyes.
She raised her cold face and looked through the gaps between the demons toward the highest point of the firmament.
At that moment, the powerful priestess who had spent her entire life fighting against evil and had never relied upon anyone felt her heart contract violently.
Within her field of vision—
The silver-haired man dressed in black floated beneath the Blood Moon, his back facing the starry sky.
Those eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through the Reincarnation of countless ages, looked down upon everything below with an incomparably indifferent yet absolute sense of dominion.
There was no trace of Demonic Qi.
No hint of miasma.
Only an aura as pure as that of a god, noble beyond measure, as though he were the embodiment of the only truth in this world.
In this abyss of despair, his appearance not only blocked the Blood Moon that symbolized disaster, but also shattered the walls around Kikyo's long-sealed heart with an unreasonable sense of security powerful enough to make her Soul tremble.
"Who... who is that...?"
Kikyo's fingers tightened around the short blade until her knuckles turned white.
Her breathing stopped completely.
However, the low-level demons blinded by their greed for the Shikon Jewel could not comprehend what kind of terrifying existence had appeared above them.
"Forget whether he's a god or a Buddha! If he dares to come and take the Shikon Jewel, we'll eat him too!"
"Kill!"
A gigantic one-eyed demon, as massive as a mountain, roared first.
It stomped down, shattering the rock beneath its feet, then launched itself into the sky like a cannonball, charging directly toward Uchiha Tobirama.
Driven by its movement, thousands of flying demon birds, winged poisonous insects, and evil spirits suspended by Demonic Power surged upward like a black reverse waterfall. Their foul-smelling, bloodthirsty mouths opened wide as they rushed toward the black figure.
"Court death."
Suspended above the clouds, Uchiha Tobirama slowly lowered his eyelids.
He looked at the dense horde of ugly demons below as though they were nothing more than flies attempting to touch his clothes.
An expression of extreme disgust appeared on his handsome face.
For such insignificant creatures, drawing the blade at his waist or forming hand seals to use Sage Arts would be the ultimate insult to his hands.
"A bunch of maggots fit only to squirm in the mud."
Uchiha Tobirama did not even raise a finger.
He merely frowned slightly, looking thoroughly annoyed.
"Vanish into dust for Me."
Hum—!
The instant those four indifferent words fell—
A terrifying will, colorless and formless yet heavy enough to crush the core of a star, erupted violently from Uchiha Tobirama's body like a cosmic explosion.
Conqueror's Haki!
This was no longer the Spiritual Pressure of the Pirate world that could merely stun the weak.
After merging with the fundamental Laws of the multidimensional Universe, Uchiha Tobirama's Haki had transformed into an ultimate field of annihilation capable of directly interfering with physical Laws and erasing an enemy's life structure on a conceptual level.
"Boom!"
A dull yet terrifying impact resounded, as though two supercontinents had collided in an instant.
The resulting force spread across a hundred-mile radius.
The absurd, world-shattering scene unfolded without restraint before Kikyo's suddenly widened eyes.
The one-eyed demon charging at the very front—
Even before its arrogant roar could escape its throat, its iron-hard demonic body touched the invisible Haki field.
"Pfft!"
It was like a fragile fruit crushed beneath a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press.
There was no prolonged struggle.
No opportunity to scream.
Its entire body simply burst into a cloud of fine scarlet mist.
But that was only the beginning.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With Uchiha Tobirama at the center—
The tens of thousands of flying demons surging through the sky like a black reverse waterfall—
The hundreds of thousands of beasts, evil spirits, centipedes, spiders, and other demons densely packed across the ground and surrounding the valley—
The instant that invisible yet substantial pressure swept over them, they all reached the end of their lives simultaneously.
The Demonic Power, hardened bone armor, and poisonous miasma barriers that the Sengoku demons were so proud of were, before this Conqueror's Haki that transcended the Laws of their world, weaker than the most fragile soap bubbles.
They could not even utter the faintest scream.
One hundred thousand demons.
In the same instant.
Above the valley, across the ground, and between the cliffs, their bodies simultaneously erupted into enormous blood-colored bursts.
Within a hundred-mile radius, the air that had been polluted by miasma and Demonic Qi was completely purified in an instant.
What remained was a tragic rain of blood, transformed from the countless demons that had been crushed beneath that overwhelming force.
"Drip... drip..."
Blood slowly trickled down the rock walls of the valley.
The entire world fell into an absolute silence.
There were no more roars.
No more greedy cries.
Even the cricket that had been chirping in the grass moments earlier had been reduced to dust by the aftermath.
The terrifying sea of demons that had forced Kikyo into a desperate situation and threatened to overwhelm the entire Kanto region had been completely erased by a casual frown from the silver-haired man.
He had not even raised a hand.
Not a single piece of flesh larger than a fingernail remained upon the scorched earth.
"This..."
Kikyo remained kneeling in a daze.
The short blade slipped from her fingers and fell into the muddy blood with a clear clatter.
Her normally tranquil eyes were filled with an indescribable miracle.
The powerful demons that had required all her strength to purify, demons against whom she had been willing to sacrifice her life merely to Seal, had not even possessed the qualifications to become dust before this man.
Just as the beautiful priestess remained immersed in shock—
The black figure above slowly stepped through the air as though descending an invisible staircase.
Amid the scarlet rain falling from the sky, he landed gracefully before Kikyo.
His pure-black robe was untouched by even a single drop of filthy blood. An invisible force field surrounding him repelled all impurities several feet away.
Uchiha Tobirama looked down at the priestess sitting upon the ground.
His gaze lingered upon her bloodstained face, which still could not conceal its ethereal beauty, and upon her slender chest rising and falling from exhaustion.
A look of arrogant amusement, tinged with an overwhelming desire for control, slowly appeared at the corners of his lips.
"In this world filled with such stench..."
He slowly extended his flawless, jade-white right hand.
With irresistible force, he grasped Kikyo's delicate chin, forcing the cold and aloof priestess to meet his gaze—those Tenseigan eyes in which countless stars seemed to be born and die.
"Good fortune. I found you the moment I arrived... Priestess."
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