My sister is Luna

"Power, what power?"

"Of course, it's your fear," the demon chuckled easily, revealing boundless evil.

"You're asking for death!" The bandit leader instantly flew into a rage. The only thing that could terrify this group of madmen was death, and the meaning of the demon's words was self-evident.

"Hahaha, you pathetic, fearless wretches! You should know that without human fear, where would my demonic power come from? I love fear!" The demon laughed loudly, and the light in the abyss space intensified, blinding everyone.

In an instant, the consciousness of the thieves in the front row turned to dust and vanished. They watched themselves being torn apart and perished without any struggle.

"Proclaim, ignorant and fearless humans, this is a body that hates the gods!"

"Is that how it's said? This is the gate to hell, and I am the eye of hell looking down upon the world! Hahahaha...!" The demon's loud laughter echoed through the space, making people's eardrums ache.

"Now, are you feeling fear?"

"Come, come, offer up your fears."

On the ancient, massive gate, an eye suddenly opened, its vertical pupil ruthless, staring at everyone with a brilliant purple light.

This is!

His keen sense of life and death, honed through years of combat, allowed Miyamoto Musashi to instantly sense the impending danger. With a powerful leap, he drew his twin blades, plunged them into the cliff face, and hung himself from the ground.

The next instant, the ground began to boil, churning like boiling water. The thieves' legs sank in, and a burning pain assaulted their brains.

"what!"

"Ahhh—my legs!"

"Help me! Someone please help me!"

Screams filled the air as all the thieves behind them were engulfed in the boiling earth. However, some thieves with keen intuition, like Miyamoto Musashi, leaped onto the cliff face. All their previous ease vanished, leaving only agony. Flames erupted from the thieves' bodies, transforming the scene into a fiery hell.

What kind of move is this? It's incredibly powerful!

Seeing the tragedy below, Miyamoto Musashi was filled with horror.

"Since you love treasure so much, then possess it forever, become it," the demon chuckled wickedly, standing before the door, admiring this "beautiful sight on earth."

In the distorted space, piles of gold and silver appeared, gleaming with a dazzling light.

"Treasure, the treasure is real, hahaha, treasure, my treasure!!!" someone shouted like a madman.

Ignoring the surroundings, he jumped off the cliff and headed straight for the glittering treasure.

"Aaaaaah, treasure!!!" the man screamed as he merged into the treasure.

This phenomenon continues, with more and more thieves jumping down, rushing one after another towards the golden treasure, and becoming one with it.

The thieves on the ground struggled in vain, and soon disappeared into the scorched earth.

—At this point, the entire bandit gang was wiped out, leaving not a single member alive.

"This is a great haul! So many people have come." The ground calmed, the treasure was hidden, and the demon said with delight.

"These taste pretty good; enough to keep me alive for a while." The demon nodded in satisfaction.

"Hehehe, there's still one fish that slipped through the net. Not bad, you've passed so many tests, I'll savor you properly." Suddenly, the demon looked at Miyamoto Musashi, who was still hanging on the cliff, and laughed in a chilling way.

"I've been discovered." Seeing the devil's gaze, Miyamoto Musashi jumped down, holding his long sword, and looked at him warily.

"Come on, you are a formidable opponent." Following the principle of striking first, Miyamoto Musashi charged towards the demon; his only way to survive was to defeat him.

"Oh my, what an unexpected find! There's a body here that I like. Not bad, not bad, your body is perfect for me." The demon clicked his tongue, sizing up Miyamoto Musashi as he charged forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Offer your body to me!" As soon as he finished speaking, endless darkness surged towards Miyamoto Musashi.

"Hey, ha!" The flow of darkness was cut off, but more darkness replenished it, seemingly endless, and soon it enveloped Miyamoto Musashi.

"Come, come, let me see this strong body." The demon sensed the darkness, his tone filled with impatience.

"Yes, his name is Miyamoto Musashi. He comes from Japan and is a swordsmanship genius. He has challenged countless opponents and rarely has deep interactions with people."

"Sigh, this life is so monotonous, so lacking in taste. No, that girl named Atong is a nice touch, isn't she?" the demon kept commenting.

"These sword techniques are quite good, and there's also the original Niten Ichi-ryu, but now all of these belong to me." The demon chuckled maliciously, wanting to take everything Miyamoto Musashi had for himself.

"Ugh, what are these things? What's invading my body?!" Miyamoto Musashi struggled in the darkness.

Fragments of information flashed through his mind; they were his memories. Something was flipping through his life, and various fragments flashed through his mind one by one.

What does he want to do? !

Miyamoto Musashi was somewhat frightened.

He lingered the longest in one particular scene, which was his time with a young girl, his childhood sweetheart, Atong.

“A-Tong…”

Miyamoto Musashi's mind flashed back to Atsushi's smiling face.

"Cough, my body feels so uncomfortable. There is such a being. The gap between us is huge. This is not a battle, but suicide..." Miyamoto Musashi said with a bitter smile.

His pride led to his downfall.

"I have to find a way to escape quickly..." He gradually felt his head spinning and his life force slowly fading away.

"Huh? It's not breathing. Is it dead?" the demon asked in confusion.

The shackles of darkness gradually loosened.

"Two Heavens, One Style!"

A flash of light cleaved through the darkness, and Miyamoto Musashi leaped out swiftly. Without a second thought, he used his sword to cling to the rock face, the light flashing alternately between yellow and blue. He quickly jumped out of the abyss. This was a move he had unleashed with the full potential of his life, which was why it had such an effect—his black hair instantly turned white, the price he paid for survival.

"Oh dear, we accidentally let him get away. Oh well, I already know all his information anyway, and Xu Fu and his men did their best." The demon said in surprise, but he didn't care.

“These bodies are enough.” As he spoke, countless corpses appeared on the ground in front of the demon, piecing together to form a humanoid creature clad in jet-black armor.

"This is more in line with my taste," the demon said with satisfaction.

The figure had purple skin, a dark and menacing helmet and armor, and held a long sword and a short sword. It was a modified version of Miyamoto Musashi.

"Who told me to guard the gate? Although it's just a clone, its strength at the King level is more than enough in this era."

The demon's true form watches over the world from within the gates of hell, while its consciousness controls the physical body.

"The gods have passed away and become legends, but how can our fire of revenge be so easily extinguished? The time for revenge against the gods has come. We will dispel the faith in the gods and destroy their masterpieces—miracles. These are our wounds, which will heal but will never be forgotten."

At this moment, the demon appeared extremely solemn, exuding a murderous aura, and his eyes flashed with rage.

Even gods must pay the price for everything they have done!

……