Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"If Yuedu were to annihilate the Royal Court, it would indeed make the monsters realize the need for unity. But to say that the Royal Court could defeat Yuedu... I think that's unlikely."

The nine tails shook in unison, clearly scoffing at the possibility.

Even Zi Du was defeated by Yue Du, so Lan didn't believe that Dou Ya Wang could defeat Yue Du.

In the end, it will be Lord Zi who leads the monsters to fight against Yuedu and become the savior of the monsters.

"But what should we do when two giants try to counterbalance each other? Should we gather up those little monsters who have nowhere else to go?"

Lan was even more puzzled. "You often say that we need to preserve the essence of the monster world. Those little monsters are like weeds that are born and die like weeds. Are they worth protecting?"

"Lan, you have to understand that the most fragile flowers can often bloom with the most tenacious life. Isn't that the case with that man?"

The light in the gap between the pictures was bright, reflecting Zi's beautiful face.

She said softly, "And don't forget, in addition to the Moon City in the sky, there is also the Netherworld Hell underground, where there are also many powerful people and gods."

Today, the world is divided into three parts: the moon hangs high in the sky, the royal court sits majestically on earth, and the underworld watches the situation.

As for the other forces, such as Takama-ga-hara in heaven, Kirinmaru in Shinonome, and the resident gods in Oshu.

If you want to hinder the general trend, the final outcome will inevitably be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Zi slowly stood up, her skirt spreading out behind her like night mist.

"This is the general trend, and those who follow it will prosper." Her voice became ethereal, as if it came from far away.

"Our Gensokyo will become the final destination for all displaced people."

Lan quickly bowed in greeting, his nine tails spreading out on the bluestone slabs.

Zi raised her slender hand gracefully, and in an instant, the space opened up like torn silk. Countless tiny black pupils opened and closed in the gaps, and the purple evil mist surged like a living thing.

Zi walked into the gap holding an umbrella, and when she appeared again, she was standing in the deepest part of the Hall of Right and Wrong in Hell.

In the empty hall, only the green ghost fire was swaying silently, making her figure look slender and strange.

The towering bronze lampposts around are entwined with lifelike reliefs of evil spirits.

Zi raised her eyes slightly——

On the high seat, Shiki Eiji was sitting upright in the Yama throne carved from obsidian.

That petite body was only the size of a human child, yet it exuded a suffocating divine pressure.

The short dark green hair was neatly curled up, shining coldly under the will-o'-the-wisp light.

The indigo eyes looked down, sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate the deepest sins of the soul.

Two red and white ribbons hung from both sides of the crown, swaying gently with the invisible air flow, like dancing flames of karma.

"Yakumo Yukari, what are you doing here?" Yingji's voice was extremely cold.

Ever since Zi and Youyouzi left the Soul Demon here and talked about the idea of ​​"creating a new hell", Yingji has been weighing the pros and cons.

Of course there are benefits.

If a new hell judgment system could be established, it would indeed greatly alleviate the burden on the existing hell.

The mountains of sinful souls, the lengthy trial process, and the increasingly tight manpower of ghosts and gods will all be greatly improved.

But the disadvantages are equally obvious.

After they take up their seats in the new hell, the old hell they leave behind will inevitably give rise to a new dark order.

Those evil spirits wandering in the cracks and evil gods trying to exploit the rules will never miss this opportunity.

By then it will be a mess and difficult to clean up.

This is definitely not a good thing for the entire hell and even the underworld.

But it had to be done.

There was a faint layer of shadow around Zi, blocking Yingji's sharp gaze.

Those eyes that could see through evil also put some pressure on her, and she needed to use some tricks.

Of course, these methods can only guard against gentlemen, not villains.

If Yingji gets serious, Zi will also retreat in hell's home court.

She gently turned her umbrella and said, "The Lord of the Royal Court's breakthrough has brought another variable to the world. What does the presiding judge think?"

Yingji looked at the monster sage in front of her who always had a mysterious smile, her voice low and solemn.

"My duty is to judge sin. What happens on earth has nothing to do with me."

"The presiding judge has fulfilled his duties conscientiously."

Knowing Yingji's personality, Zi's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"What if the Royal Court on Earth and the Moon City in Heaven went to war, causing the land to sink and all life to be wiped out? Would the Chief Judge also believe that such a drama has nothing to do with him?"

This sudden news made Yingji hold the stick of repentance tightly in her hand.

The evil ghost reliefs on the four walls all opened their scarlet eyes at this moment.

She leaned forward, and the throne cracked under the weight of divine power.

She stared at Yakumo Yukari and asked coldly, "Have you calculated this day long ago?"

"Using the prophecy of the land's fall as leverage to force Hell to divide into the old and the new?"

"What's in it for you?"

Yingji's voice was as cold as a knife, and the stick of repentance in her hand trembled slightly, as if judgment would be brought down at any time.

The series of questions made Zi Yan chuckle softly, her golden eyes flickering in the shadows like a flickering candle in the abyss.

"Ah, my goodness, I just happened to come across this opportunity and wanted to help the presiding judge."

Her tone was light, but with unquestionable certainty.

"Besides, the presiding judge has it the other way around. It's not that I need the old hell."

A cold wind carrying the cries of the deceased suddenly blew over, blowing away her golden hair and revealing her bottomless eyes.

Zi slowly pushed her hair back behind her ear, the corners of her lips curled up, "But the old hell must be formed."

"The presiding judge must have had a plan in mind, right?"

Zi's ​​question left Yingji silent for a long time. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the patterns on the Stick of Repentance, and the cold touch brought her back to her senses.

Just as Yakumo Yukari said.

As time goes by, the relocation of hell is inevitable.

Every day, countless evil spirits come across the Sanzu River.

Every moment, a soul cleansed of sin is reincarnated.

But the filth and sins that were stripped away, and the malicious curses that were deposited, will remain on this land forever.

They are like a thorn in the flesh, carving dark marks on the stone pillars of the Tribunal, wrapping black mist between the wings of the god of death, and piling up into mountains in the gaps between reincarnations.

The continuous accumulation of sins is like a hotbed for the brewing of unknown existences.

Even she, the Enma, began to hear whispers that shouldn't have been there during the judgment.

And one day, this hell will sink due to carrying too many sins and fall into a darkness deeper than nothingness.

only--

Even if these reasons are true, they are not enough to make the monster sage in front of him become a "lobbyist" to promote the relocation of hell.

Yingji's gaze penetrated the flickering will-o'-the-wisp and pierced straight into Yakumo Yukari's bottomless golden eyes.

(What is she planning?)

This thought lingered in Yingji's mind like the sword of Damocles hanging over the Tribunal.

Yakumo Yukari looks suspicious, and her personality is untrustworthy and incomprehensible. Almost everyone who comes into contact with her will not think that Yakumo Yukari is a good person.

Every move she makes holds a hidden meaning, and every word she says may be a carefully woven spider web.

——For Zi, the relocation of hell is not just a simple "goodwill help".

(If we agree to relocate, who will take over the old hell?)

(And where will the sins of existence eventually go?)

Countless questions exploded in my mind, each pointing to the same conclusion—

What Yakumo Yukari wants is probably far more than just "help".

"What is the presiding judge worried about?"

Zi's ​​voice drifted over, "If you're worried about the Old Hell, you can arrange for someone to look after it, such as the Four Ghost Kings or Gu Mingdi Jue of the Jue Clan."

"There are always more solutions than problems in this world, but if you hesitate due to suspicion, when the opportunity passes, will the presiding judge regret your hesitation today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stylish parasol slowly swung open.

Zi took one last glance at the silent Yingji, and her figure dissipated like mist in the gradually closing gap, leaving only a faint scent of violets lingering in the stagnant air of the courtroom for a long time.

Chapter 203: Beat That Little Yan Mo to Cry (Additional Update)

She gracefully descended from the gap, her skirt spreading in the wilderness like night mist.

This is a world devoid of all life—the cracked earth stretches to the end of the horizon, the pale sky is like a faded shroud, and even the wind has solidified into turbid amber.

There was a bitter smell, almost sulfur, hanging in the thin air, and every breath felt like swallowing broken glass.

The always charming and elegant seventeen-year-old girl twirled her umbrella and looked up at the Lord of the Demon World who descended from the void.

Shenqi's silver hair flowed like moonlight, emitting a cold glow in the still air.

The braid tied to the left side by a red hairband was playfully lifted up.

The two red beads on the top jingled as she moved, bringing an unreasonable vitality to the dead world.

The silver-white pupils reflected the shattered sky, purer than the eternal night in the polar regions and more empty than the abyss of the demon world.

The Gothic-style bright red dress looks like solidified blood, with a V-neckline cutting out a sharp shadow curve.

The high-necked white shirt covered her chin, which was obviously a very formal outfit, but it showed off her beautiful curves under her plump figure that looked like a lady.