Ascending the Throne from the Pillar of Destruction

Some distance away, Hyuga Wu stopped himself, then slapped the ground with his hand, his body rising, about to stand up.

As long as he reacted quickly enough to grab the Nichirin Blade from a fallen swordsman, he could recover his fighting strength.

But just as he moved, a red figure appeared before him as if teleporting.

Her long, straight leg lifted high again, forming a backward-bending arc with her body, then chopped down like an axe blade.

*Bang!* The ground shook violently, the sound even more ferocious than the muffled thunder in the dark clouds.

*Pfft!* A large mouthful of bright red blood spurted from Hyuga Wu's mouth.

His golden pupils instantly lost focus.

But in an instant, his eyes became firm again, and he forced himself to stand, wanting to counterattack.

But Hongyue didn't give him the chance. She brought her five fingers together, their tips forming sharp, conical blood armor, and stabbed down fiercely.

*Ch!* More than half of her arm plunged into Hyuga Wu's chest.

Immediately, Hongyue reached in and pulled outwards.

A bloody heart, still beating strongly after being removed, was held in her hand.

At the same time, a layer of light gray mist seemed to cover Hyuga Wu's eyes, making them dim and lifeless.

*Thump.* His body fell to the ground again, the hot, fiery aura surrounding him slowly dissipating.

His face towards the night sky, Hyuga Wu's vision was filled with the pouring rain. It seemed as if the world contained nothing else besides the vast curtain of rain.

After losing control of his Breathing Technique, thin streams of blood began to flow from the layered wounds on his body. Soon, carried by the rainwater, they formed a trickling blood stream, flowing who knew where.

*Tap tap tap.* Heavy, powerful footsteps, treading on the broken street covered with a layer of rainwater, slowly approached.

"I lost."

Hyuga Wu continued to stare at the falling rain. Rainwater entered his eyes, but he didn't react at all.

Although throughout the process, Kurozawa had been dishonorable, constantly using the advantage of weapons and numbers, regardless of the process, he had ultimately lost.

"Little Nai..."

In a quiet whisper, Hyuga Wu's aura completely vanished, and his life force was extinguished.

Kurozawa walked forward, looking at Hyuga Wu with some pity, and gently shook his head.

"A poor fellow being manipulated."

The Hyuga Wu he knew had probably died long ago. The one who just died was perhaps just a shell driven by obsession, manipulated like a puppet on strings.

"How do you plan to deal with the body?" Hongyue licked her lips.

She had been severely injured twice and had expended a lot of energy. At this moment, she urgently needed blood food to replenish herself, and for Hongyue, the body of a peak swordsman in this world was naturally the best food.

Kurozawa smiled and said, "You killed him, so you decide."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flesh on Hongyue's palm writhed, quickly transforming into a gaping bloody maw.

The maw stretched out and swallowed Hyuga Wu's body in one gulp.

After about ten seconds, Hongyue revealed a satisfied smile, her eyes curved and clear.

*Boom!* Fiery lightning struck, turning the pitch-black rain curtain into daylight, directly hitting Kurozawa's body.

After dozens of lightning strikes, one finally hit its mark.

After the lightning dissipated, Kurozawa was charred black, white smoke rising from his body. He opened his mouth, and another wisp of white smoke emerged.

"You smell so good," Hongyue said instinctively, catching a faint scent of roasted meat.

However, although his appearance was miserable, his actual injuries were not severe. In just a few breaths, the charred, necrotic flesh peeled off, and new skin appeared without a single wound or scar.

Kurozawa looked up disdainfully and gave the sky the middle finger.

"Continue."

*Rumble.* The lightning kept striking, but ultimately missed every time. The previous hit was just luck, striking Kurozawa directly.

Ten minutes later, the continuous thunder gradually dissipated.

However, the heavy dark clouds remained, and it seemed the downpour would last a while longer.

Asakusa City, shrouded in the rain curtain, was completely devastated around the battle zone. A smooth patch of ground or a complete house was hard to find. Hundreds of swordsmen's bodies lay soaking in the water, blood flowing like rivers, giving off a feeling of a hell on earth.

Mount Sagiri and Kocho Shinobu did not come to Asakusa, likely because of their complicated relationship with Kurozawa. Kagaya Ubuyashiki did not trust them to participate in the crucial battle.

Moreover, by leaving these young saplings, even if all the main forces of the Demon Slayer Corps perished, as long as there were still swordsmen alive, there would be hope for a comeback.

Kurozawa stepped over to Nakime, who was still unconscious on the ground.

He reached out, and the silently burning Pitch-Black Aura returned to his body like swallows returning to their nest.

The battle in the Infinity Castle was intense, and he had no energy to control the aftermath of the fight.

Nakime was injured by both him and Hyuga Wu, which was quite unlucky for her.

Without the suppression of the Pitch-Black Aura, her Demon's regeneration ability began to recover. After a few seconds, Nakime slowly woke up.

She didn't know yet that all the Lower Moons and elite Demons were already dead.

Only some of the lower-level Demons that were too far away and didn't make it to Asakusa City likely survived by chance.

The total number of Demons still alive now is probably less than a hundred.

Even though they eat people and meat, and are terrifyingly brutal, they have now truly become an endangered species.

Standing up from the mud, Nakime stood weakly to the side, silent.

Nakime, who possessed the incredible Blood Demon Art of the Infinity Castle, was now the only Upper Moon.

After a moment of thought, Kurozawa gave up on his plan to kill Nakime as well. He said, "There's blood and flesh everywhere. Collect it all in the Infinity Castle and recover from your injuries."

Her own strength wasn't high, but her support ability was excellent, so killing her would be a bit of a waste.

Besides, Kurozawa no longer needed those few Potential Points.

He gazed into the distance. The world in the rain curtain seemed boundless, vast and without end, yet a narrow sense of oppression surrounded him. Kurozawa felt like he was standing in a small room where the ceiling was right above his head, unable to stretch out. A feeling of wanting to break free and leave welled up within him.

"What's wrong?" Hongyue asked, noticing Kurozawa's unusual behavior.

After shaking his head, Kurozawa calmly said, "Nothing, I just suddenly felt that although the world is vast, it still has its limits."

Kurozawa understood that he had now reached the peak limit in the Demon Slayer World.

Although the Water Breathing technique was slightly inferior in essence, he still possessed the Immortal Body and the thick, almost tangible Pitch-Black Aura. His overall strength was not weaker than Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

At the same time, that realization became increasingly clear.

An ethereal seed seemed to take root deep in his soul, and then all the Power of Despair began to fill it, constructing the seed's form and nourishing it, causing it to grow slowly.

A few seconds later, the invisible seed had grown to be as tall as Kurozawa, seemingly just large enough to envelop him.

Several words appeared on the Gray-White Panel.

World Seed: Demon Slayer World

Its function also emerged in Kurozawa's mind.

This seed, constructed from the Power of Despair, could carry Kurozawa's soul through the world membrane and take him across the Mother River to other worlds.

Anytime.

"The Mother River... the ethereal river that nurtures countless worlds?" Kurozawa's eyes flickered, absorbing the information transmitted from the gray-white panel.

Simultaneously, Hongyue suddenly felt Kurozawa's aura become ethereal, elusive and out of place in this world, as if he could vanish at any moment.

As if understanding something, she tightly hugged Kurozawa and then pushed him down into the shallow puddle where rainwater and blood mingled.

Under the pouring rain, in the desolate and ruined Asakusa City, the ground began to vibrate continuously again. Lightning occasionally struck the ground fiercely, and milky-white light trails flickered and vanished.

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