Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"Your Majesty, welcome!"

The kneeling of the priestesses around caused their white sleeves to flutter, and the cinnabar marks on their foreheads were reflected on the bluestone ground, like dots of red plum blossoms.

The summer breeze passed through the bronze chimes surrounding the altar, producing ethereal and clear sounds that intertwined with the lingering sound of swords to form a graceful melody.

The spirited old priest of the dog tribe walked quickly over, the cloud dog patterns on his robes rustling with his steps.

He was about to bow, but he saw that Tianyuya's clone had turned into star points and dissipated.

Only a piece of gilded text was circulating in the Skynet system.

"Everyone, get up."

The old priest stroked his long snow-white beard, turned around and waved his staff at the witches.

Amid the crisp sounds of bronze rings colliding, the priestesses rose up like a flock of white butterflies and returned to their respective priestly posts.

His eyes unconsciously fell on the center of the altar - the black jade platform below the Three Sacred Swords. The circular position specially reserved was still empty.

The old priest couldn't help but poke the ground with his staff, causing the tortoise shell divination device hanging around his waist to jingle.

"That guy Totosai..."

He muttered quietly, his wrinkles filled with dissatisfaction, "The process is really slow. I wonder when the King Cauldron can be cast."

"It's really worrying that we haven't been able to meet for the past few months."

The lights from the eternally burning bronze lamp trees surrounding the altar swayed, casting the old man's hunched figure on the stone wall engraved with ancient demonic patterns. The swaying shadow vaguely revealed some of his majestic posture in his youth.

West City Forge, Wang Ding Casting Platform.

The flames from the furnace illuminated the entire casting table like a purgatory, and the hot air distorted the vision.

Daodaosai's hunched figure seemed particularly small in front of the huge bronze tripod, but he exuded a concentration that could not be ignored.

His skinny fingers tightly grasped a carving chisel as thin as a hair.

The beads of sweat on his forehead gleamed amber in the firelight.

Every line of carving was accompanied by his heavy breathing.

It was as if he wanted to pour all his life's efforts into this national treasure.

"The paths of the sun, moon, and stars...the veins of the mountains and rivers...must be accurate to the last detail."

Totosai's hoarse voice drifted in the heat.

His eyes were almost glued to the tripod, and his calloused fingertips gently stroked the newly formed star map and mountain and river patterns.

In those fine grooves, a faint dark golden light was flowing——

That was the star gold powder and earth essence that he had specially melted in. As long as the final sacrificial ceremony was performed, it would resonate with the stars, mountains, rivers and land.

Suddenly, he jerked back and began coughing violently.

A mouthful of saliva with the smell of rust was spat into the brazier not far away and instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

From the accumulation gained within the Royal Court to the modern knowledge of Genshin Island, and the extraordinary knowledge that is very different from the present world.

Dao Daosai's inspiration is like a rocket flying into the sky, constantly bursting and accelerating!

After three months of non-stop carving, the Shaofuqing's face was as pale as paper, but his bulging, bloodshot eyes were frighteningly bright.

After seeing the Shaofuqing stop temporarily, the young apprentice held the ceramic bowl filled with clear water, approached cautiously and put it down.

His arm was still bandaged - seven days ago, he accidentally made a noise that startled Totosai, who then whipped him hard with a red-hot iron pair of pliers.

Wang Ding is the most important job of the Shaofuqing, and it is also the obsession that Daodaozhai thinks about day and night. No one can interfere!

Not crazy, not live!

Daodaozhai drank the water in one gulp.

Then he continued to walk into the royal tripod, and the engraver lightly touched the dragon scales on the tripod foot, and a tiny piece of copper chips fell.

“Almost there…almost there!”

He whispered softly, his voice full of excitement and enthusiasm that could not be concealed!

Chapter 231 But my sword can cut through time and space (more, please subscribe)

The morning light is just beginning to shine, and the mist is like gauze.

The gentian flowers all over the mountains stretch out their petals in the cool breeze.

The purple flower cup holds crystal dewdrops, reflecting fine golden light.

The sea of ​​flowers sparkles with a dreamy halo in the morning light, like a god's glass dream.

When the breeze blows, layers of flowers surge gently and the fragrance floats in the air, as if the earth is humming a gentle morning song.

But the most shocking beauty is always a kind of cruelty that makes people regret for the rest of their lives.

In the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, Kagura was kneeling.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, flying freely in the wind, sometimes falling softly on her shoulders.

Sometimes it dances wildly, like a soul struggling to be bound.

She was barefoot, her white toes lightly tapping the wet soil, as if ready to take off with the wind at any time.

——But she could never fly again.

Blood spread across her crimson kimono, staining the white fan pattern a glaring scarlet.

The purple-black miasma was as thick as substance, replacing the flowing blood, flowing wildly through her limbs and bones, and finally gushing out from the fatal wound in her chest.

This hideous filth, like an ugly scar, was branded on the jade that should have been flawless.

Kagura lowered her head, her ruby ​​eyes still gleaming with unwillingness.

Like a burning flame, it refuses to go out even when it is on the verge of death.

"Heh...how...embarrassing..."

She pulled the corners of her mouth, trying to laugh, but coughed up a mouthful of dirty blood foam.

The sea of ​​flowers sways in the wind.

The sea of ​​flowers undulated silently in the wind, and petals fluttered like rain, landing in her messy hair, on her bloodstained shoulders, and in the expanding pool of blood.

As his consciousness blurred, his remaining thoughts surged, "Am I going to die?"

"Just like this... here alone?"

Kagura raised her bloodstained hand with difficulty, her fingertips reaching towards the void in vain—

Perhaps it is the desire to catch the free wind that runs through one's life; or perhaps it is the unreachable dream that is like a bubble.

But in the end, her fingertips only touched a falling petal.

"It's so beautiful..."

A vague sigh escaped Kagura's lips, and her ruby-like pupils gradually blurred.

The sea of ​​flowers is still as gorgeous as before, and the morning breeze is still gentle, as if everything is about to come to an end——

The sky suddenly darkened.

A silver-white figure tore through the flowing clouds and fell from the sky at a speed far beyond usual.

Seshomaru stopped three feet away.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the dying woman in the sea of ​​flowers. The natural tooth at his waist that had once reversed life and death was now as silent as a dead object, no longer responding to the turbulent emotions of its owner.

The sea of ​​flowers swayed silently between the two people, and the shadows of the dying demon and the immortal dog briefly overlapped in the sunlight.

Kagura's upturned face, stained with blood and flower petals, was clearly reflected in the depths of his cold golden eyes.

It became the only breathtaking and vivid scenery in the eyes of this lonely and extraordinary monster.

"Kishimaru?!" A trembling voice of disbelief escaped from her cracked lips.

"I came here following the smell of blood and miasma." The big demon with silver hair and golden eyes still had a voice as cold as an ice spring.

"Yeah…"

Kagura suddenly lowered her head, her torn hair hiding the sorrow and loss surging in her eyes.

"You thought... it was Naraku?"

"I know it's you."

Seshomaru's silver hair was blown up by the wind, and he reached out and pressed Tensouga.

"......Yeah?"

In Kagura's suddenly widened red eyes, shattered starlight surged wildly.

(Knowing it was me... or is it coming?) The ecstasy of my chest exploding even overshadowed the excruciating pain of dying.

Seshomaru's fingers gripped the hilt of the sword, confirming Tensouga's current silence and powerlessness.

The wind lifted the hair in front of his forehead.

When he raised his eyes again, a very faint ripple spread in the depths of those cold golden pupils.

"Are you leaving?" he asked, his voice seeming lighter than the wind.

"Ah."

The corners of Kagura's bloodstained lips raised into a crescent-shaped arc, and her distracted eyes stared at Seshomaru for the last time, his figure still as aloof and cold as before.

"enough……"

(Finally, the wind of freedom... finally blew you to my side...)

The flying gentian petals were blown by the wind, like a pure white dream coming to an end.

However, a cheerful child's voice of "Woo-wah" broke in unreasonably, as if it was supposed to be like this.

"Father, is this an alternate time and space? It feels so different from home."

Abhi nestled in Cuizi's arms, his ruby-like eyes rolling around, suddenly locking onto the silver-haired figure in the center of the sea of ​​flowers.

She bit her fingers, her eyes wide in surprise, "Huh? Who is this person? How come he looks like both my father and my mother Ling Yue?"