Demon Slayer: I advise Wuzan to abandon evil and become a good person

Inside the Demon Slayer Corps

The sunlight shines through the layers of tree shadows and spreads into the small courtyard in the woods. Looking inside, one can vaguely see two people talking.

The Rengoku family called a taxi in Tokyo and returned to the Rengoku residence not long after. There was no time to rest and as he was not too tired, Rengoku Chūjuro asked someone to take him to the Demon Slayer Corps.

Ubuyashiki Yoya brought Rengoku Jinjuro into the yard and talked to him alone.

At this time, Rengoku Town Shouro had just told Ubuyashiki Yoya what had happened recently.

Including the things that Rengoku Ruka told him, the death of Peilang, the blue red spider lily, the sleeping ghost, the train station, etc.

After listening to Rengoku Town Shouro's description, Ubuyashiki Yoya nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I understand. Thank you for your help."

Because Rengoku Jinjuro was the Flame Pillar of the previous generation and the person who watched him grow up, Ubuyashiki Yoya respected him very much.

"You're welcome. You are the lord now. It is my duty to serve you."

"I need to hold a meeting of the pillars, and it's time to make this matter public."

Purgatory Town Shou Lang was stunned and asked hesitantly: "What do you mean?"

"Killing the sleeping ghost, removing the curse, and using medicine to turn ghosts back into humans. My only worry now is that the demigod you mentioned cannot fulfill my wish."

"Probably not. When she was chatting with Tamayo, her expression was very serious and she was worshipping the demigod. It didn't seem like she was faking it."

"I hope so."

After talking to Rengoku Town Jushiro, Ubuyashiki Yoya summoned his crow and asked it to notify all the current pillars to come to the Demon Slayer Corps to attend the pillar meeting.

Then, he said to Purgatory Town Shoulang: "You go back first, let me think about it."

"Well... well, please take care of yourself, my lord. I'm leaving Purgatory now."

After Rengoku Zhen Shoulang left completely, Ubuyashiki Yoya slowly moved his body and came to the desk.

He closed his eyes, activated his family's ability, and felt something.

He was trying to understand the prophecy. Why was the future bright? What happened?

Ubuyashiki Yoya didn't know any of this.

All the tribesmen who tried to force themselves to see the prophecy were backfired and died prematurely with white hair overnight.

Of course, Ubuyashiki Yoya would not joke with his own life. Once he realizes something is wrong, he will stop predicting and stop the loss in time.

Ubuyashiki Yoya sat quietly, his eyes closed, as if cut off from the outside world. His face was calm and focused, and every line showed determination and persistence.

His hair fluttered gently in the breeze, but it failed to disturb his immersion in the moment.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the sound of his breathing faintly echoing in the air.

His originally calm appearance suddenly turned ferocious, and Ubuyashiki Yoya grasped the edge of the table tightly, his nails almost digging into the wood.

His heartbeat gradually quickened, his brows furrowed, and his teeth bit his lower lip hard.

It's almost there, I see it clearly, I can't give up! Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will uncover the truth behind the thousand-year-old prophecy passed down in my clan.

After a long period of time, a flash of enlightenment suddenly appeared on his face. His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a bright light flashed in his eyes, as if he had glimpsed the mystery of the universe.

For some reason, he did not lose his lifespan like his fellow tribesmen of previous generations, but only consumed a lot of his energy and endured a little pain.

"I saw it, so that's it, poof——"

Just when Ubuyashiki Yoya was feeling complacent, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. Ubuyashiki Yoya only felt that someone hit him from behind, but it was not serious and seemed to be just a warning.

Thinking back to the scene in the prophecy, Ubuyashiki Yoya couldn't help but shudder and was secretly afraid.

He seemed to know something extraordinary, it turned out that what Tamayo said was true.

Demigods, gods... really exist!

In a world they can't see!

*

Far away in the divine realm of the high-dimensional world, a luxurious giant palace stood on the mountainside. The beautiful figure nestled in the arms of her partner suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched the causal line flying from afar.

"Someone is spying on us through karma?"

The tall, silver-haired man's deep voice came, and although it was a question, there was certainty in his tone.

The pretty figure laughed sweetly, and a tingling and lazy sound was heard.

"It's just a small world where my junior brother is training. He's just a kid who doesn't know what he's talking about. Don't worry about him."

"But we still have to punish him a little. Fortunately, he was spying on us. Others don't have such a good temper."

He found the target accurately through the causal line, easily broke through the blockade of world consciousness, and tapped him lightly as a warning.

So the scene where Ubuyashiki Yoshiya vomited blood happened.

Qianying broke away from her partner's embrace, stretched slowly, turned around and asked, "By the way, Junior Brother seemed to have sent me a message asking for my help, and now we have to set off, do you want to go with us?"

"Of course, I'm worried about you being alone."

"That's a low-dimensional world." This means that in the low-dimensional world, nothing can cause her harm.

If they were in the same high-dimensional world, she would still need to be careful. After all, she had not cultivated herself to the highest level and might get lost if she was not careful.

But most of the low-dimensional worlds do not have high military power, so there is no need to worry too much.

"Together."

"Okay, okay, there's really nothing I can do about you. Let's go."

The beautiful figure waved her hand lightly, and a wormhole appeared in front of her.

*

After silently cleaning the blood off his body, Ubuyashiki Yoya lay on the bed, closed his eyes and began to think.

The injuries he had sustained proved that the prophecy was true, and that what he saw was real.

What is the relationship between that demigod and those two people?

A fog shrouded Ubuyashiki Yoshiya's mind, preventing him from thinking deeply. As time went by, Ubuyashiki Yoshiya could feel that his memory of the content of the prophecy began to blur.

He was so scared that he quickly stood up, searched for paper and pen, and wrote down the contents, but when he thought of those things, his hands seemed to be pinched by someone and he was unable to write.

"What's going on? Why can't I write it? And I can't speak it either?!"

Even when he wanted to speak about this matter, he couldn't open his mouth.

An unknown and mysterious aura enveloped him, and Ubuyashiki Yoya could only attribute this to the power of God.

In fact, it was the world consciousness that resisted him from escaping from the plot, but it seemed to be useless?

"That's right. How can a mortal possibly record God? I am just daydreaming."

Ubuyashiki Yoya laughed at himself, then changed to a compromise method and wrote on the paper -

Believe in them, the curse will be broken.

After writing this sentence, Ubuyashiki Yoya breathed a sigh of relief. Without the blockade of his thoughts and ideas, he slowly began to forget what had happened before.

Everything happened so naturally that by evening he had completely forgotten about the prophecy.

A sentence kept emphasizing in his mind, asking him to look at the note.

Ubuyashiki Yoya, who had forgotten everything, looked at the note and fell into deep thought.

"This is my handwriting, but why... I have no memory of it at all."

Based on his understanding of himself, he would definitely record everything unless it was absolutely necessary.

But now there is only this vague sentence recorded on it. What exactly happened?

Although he didn't know what was going on, Ubuyashiki Yoya chose to trust his own judgment and believed that they could cure his curse.