Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Suddenly, they transformed into several ethereal dragon shadows that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and silently shuttled among the monsters wandering in the land of dry bones.

Douya had no intention of killing people, so these invisible demon dragons were not brutal devouring beasts.

In a moment, the dragon's shadow quietly disappeared into the monster's body, like a shadow passing through water.

Those monsters of various shapes and sizes were either roaring, humming, or wandering around in a daze, completely unaware of the subtle erosion occurring within their bodies.

The evil dragon did not devour bones, flesh, or skin, but passed through the body like an invisible hand, accurately biting deep into the bones and blood.

Gently grab a trace of the imperceptible bone and blood essence - the fundamental source of their unique demonic power.

The invisible dragon silently stripped away and absorbed the essence of the alien demonic power, and merged it into the boundless demonic sea of ​​the caster.

Every light and graceful "passing" adds a different background to Dou Ya's vast and myriad aspects that encompass all things in the world.

It's like drawing a subtle yet mysterious stroke on a vast scroll.

His own aura was as deep and profound as the abyss, without any trace of murderous intent.

As I strolled through the barren land, the gray mist seemed to be pushed away by an invisible force wherever I passed.

Finally, Douya stopped in front of the huge skeleton of "Douya King".

Although the figure is as small as dust, standing under the shadow of the hundred-meter-high skeleton, it looks like a solitary peak rising from the silent abyss.

An invisible and overwhelming majesty emanated from that tiny body.

This aura is as deep as the abyss and towering mountains, and as vast as the starry sky just opening. It carries with it a majestic artistic conception of having experienced the vicissitudes of the ages and overlooking the ups and downs of the heavens.

It is like a mark that solidifies the power and principles between heaven and earth, emitting an essence and supreme majesty that far surpasses this huge bone a hundred times larger.

"I am not you, and you are not me." Douya's voice was as calm as the abyss.

"But your existence is a cornerstone that allows me to go further."

The moment the words fell, a demon dragon came roaring.

Chapter 240: Reincarnation of Life and Death (Added)

The invisible dragon, condensed from the purest Senluo demonic power, let out a breathtaking long roar, carrying the power of the law that devours everything, and roared out from his palm!

The dragon's shadow was like an undercurrent that shuttled through the void, instantly wrapping around the giant skeleton.

It is not about destruction, but about precisely piercing into the bone joints, armor gaps, and even deep into the bone marrow that contain the source of power.

Countless fragments containing the remaining power of the dog general of this world were greedily and quickly extracted and peeled off by the invisible dragon shadow.

The skeleton let out a silent wail, which was the final resonance of the remaining will under the guidance of the power of the law.

Large pieces of dry bones began to peel off and collapse with low cracking sounds, like an aging mountain that finally met its fate of collapse.

Dou Ya stood in the center of the storm of bone fragments and energy flying like snow, motionless.

The vast source of demonic power that was swallowed up and mixed in with it left a mottled memory engraved on him until his death.

These did not stir up any ripples in his eyes. Instead, they flowed into the Senluo space as quietly as water, and were once again refined, transformed and absorbed by the Mingling Cauldron.

This time's harvest was even more intense and rapid than when he devoured the dragon monster to replenish himself on Penglai Fairy Island.

His aura, which was already like the abyss, was now condensing and rising in a terrifying manner, comparable to swallowing more than ten big monsters at a time!

A ray of light of law flashed in the depths of Douya's eyes, and then turned into a low and pleasant sigh.

Like the lingering sound after the first ring of a huge bell, it slowly spreads across this dead silent place.

"Wonderful!"

Following this sigh of relief that seemed to penetrate the ups and downs of the ages, he lightly flicked his wide sleeves.

In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible string of time was plucked in the void!

The vast and indescribable power of time flows out from his palms.

Like countless streams of time composed of brilliant star sand, or like billions of rune chains of fragmented time, with the mysterious rhythm of time going back, it quickly wrapped around the huge skeleton that was originally covered with cracks and was about to collapse!

Broken bones rolled back! The cracks healed!

The collapsing dust and the dissipating light go back in reverse in just a moment.

The huge skeleton has recovered to its most prosperous form.

Every bone was as lustrous as ancient jade, and the broken armor he wore was back in place piece by piece, emitting a cold and hard luster, as if he had never experienced the wind and frost of the sun, moon, or the extraction of the laws just now.

The flowing power of time did not dissipate, but condensed into invisible time patterns on the surface of the skeleton and in the deeper space-time structure!

These divine patterns are like eternal shackles, and like the amber of time, they completely solidify and seal this skeleton containing a tragic song of the end at this moment!

The hardships of the past cannot erode its bones, and the times of the future cannot damage its shape.

It is like a monument anchored in the time and space here. It will maintain this peak flawless still posture for endless years to come, becoming a silent and shocking eternal landscape in this dark crevice.

After packing up all this, Dou Ya did not stop, his body turned into a stream of light and flew towards the real Netherworld.

The deeper you go into the realm of the dead, the more eerie and strange the environment becomes.

The boundary between heaven and earth has been blurred. Dark shadows and mottled gray fog permeate and surge into each other, creating a bizarre world of the dead.

The thick deathly aura that spread from nowhere condensed into a gray mist, in which countless wandering ghosts who had died unjustly could be vaguely seen, floating and wailing in the mist like bubbles.

A filthy river with no known source or destination, like corrupted blood flowing out of the cracked earth, meandered out in the ghost fog.

The river water was an ominous dark color, flowing silently, carrying souls that could not be freed.

Douya flew over the ancient stone bridge that spanned the filthy Styx.

The "Three Lives Stone" by the bridge, which was said to be able to reflect the past three lives and three worlds, only cast a blurry afterimage in his eyes as deep as the ocean, and was then left behind.

Finally, his figure broke through the last barrier of chaos and entered a place where the scene was completely overturned.

A void where heaven and earth hang upside down!

Everything here goes against the common sense of the world of the living.

The broken earth floated above my head like a broken mirror, while the dark sky lay beneath my feet.

The cliff is a sharp spike growing inverted, and the ruined palace rubble falls towards the abyss "below".

There was no sun, moon, or stars, only distorted light sources that came from nowhere, painting this chaos with a dead and bleak glow.

"The original ecological hell of the netherworld."

Dou Ya opened a barrier to block the invasion of the underworld, with a bright light in his eyes as he looked around.

This small underworld does not have the big world where the royal court is located. It has a complete order of the six reincarnations and a vast underworld where the god of death, Yama, holds power.

There is no guiding priest, no judgment temple, and no clear path to reincarnation.

All the dead souls, broken thoughts, and dissipated inspirations...

It's like being trapped in a huge and primitive millstone of life.

Following a chaotic instinct, they collide, entangle, grind, and decompose in disorder.

The old soul turns into dust or resentment, and the new soul disappears from this place at a specific point and escapes into the world of the living to reincarnate.

The boundary between life and death is blurred, and existence and annihilation are repeatedly fought, forming a barbaric, inefficient yet endless cycle.

After sending a message to the two beautiful ladies and confirming their replies.

Douya no longer hesitated.

He was suspended in this upside-down void, his eyes as deep as the abyss, reflecting the image of the broken earth.

In an instant——

A vast aura that seemed to originate from the beginning of heaven and earth and encompass the birth and death of all living things silently awakened from his body!

Everything in the universe, the realm of laws unfolds!

With him as the center, there was an invisible and intangible boundless field that seemed to be formed by the flow and condensation of billions of mysterious runes. It was like the tide at the beginning of the universe, or the breathing of an awakening giant god, spreading out abundantly!

The vastness of this area instantly covered the entire underworld within his field of vision.

The subtlety of its power is like countless roots of laws that extend infinitely, penetrating every corner of this netherworld.

The flowing filthy Styx, the surging dead souls and energy, and the suspended broken earth.

Even the underlying network of rules that constitutes this chaotic world...

Wherever his domain passes, everything is included in his almost divine insight.

He did not simply search, but used his own Senluo Law as a furnace to reflect, analyze, and even assimilate the barbaric and chaotic fragments of the law of death and reincarnation inherent in this world of the underworld!

In the process of carpet-covering this vast field of laws and swallowing up the broken origin of this dark world.

An indescribable spiritual light, like the seeds of a quietly awakening sacred tree, sprouted and grew in the depths of his vast and abyssal state of mind...

It is not a complete chapter of the world, but it is like fragments of the mystery of reincarnation that have been sleeping for eternity. In this unique melting pot formed by the collision and fusion of his own laws of the universe and the rules of the underworld from another world, they are peeled off, tempered, and lit up!

They are like newborn stars in the dark void, flickering and flickering, containing glimmers of truth about the cycle of life and death, the rise and fall of the soul, and the immortality of the true spirit.

These little bits of mystery, although not systematic, are like sparks that ignite the wasteland.

On his map of the Great Dao of Senluo, which encompasses all things in heaven and earth, he sketched the first few blurry but extremely precious ink marks about the supreme proposition of "reincarnation"!

Fragments of the laws of the underworld merge into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the true meaning of reincarnation illuminates the depths of the heart.

A will that transcends all eternity and rules over the heavens rises proudly from the depths of Dou Ya's demon soul, which is as deep as the starry sky of the universe!

His own path is clearly visible - his way of knowing everything in the world must include the order of human changes, the laws of the operation of heaven and earth, and the key points of reincarnation and birth and death!

The authority of the three realms, the might of eternity, all in one person—the Emperor of the Human World! The Lord of Heaven! The Lord of the Underworld!

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A lake as clear as a mirror lies quietly surrounded by green mountains.

The light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds lingered in the center of the water. Occasionally, a bird flew by, creating circles of tiny ripples, which then returned to the clear sky.

The lakeside was shrouded in mist, and the breeze rustled through the reeds, making the place even more quiet and peaceful.

Beside this tranquil lake where the water meets the sky, two witches who have transcended the river of time and space sit facing each other in silence.

A person dressed in a red and white shrine maiden uniform and a fiery red hakama, which made her look heroic. She was the most powerful shrine maiden in the world, Tsuriko, who used her sword and spiritual power to slay demons and deter evil spirits during the Heian period.

His brows were gentle and his eyes were clear, but they were not weak like water. In the depths of his eyes, there was a decisiveness and sharpness that had been tempered by hundreds of battles.