Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Muzan Kibutsuji has never been willing to take risks. As the first demon and the perfect ruler of demons, he possesses an almost endless lifespan. He has never wanted to take risks because he has enough time to wait compared to those short-lived species.

They waited for their strength to gradually fade and grow old, until they could no longer lift their swords.

For example, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, a man who still fills him with awe, a man who seems like a god incarnate.

But what good is power if you're that strong?

Ultimately, they are just mortal beings.

He wouldn't even need to lift a finger; a hundred years from now, he'd simply turn into dust and no longer pose a threat to him.

But he, Muzan Kibutsuji, has been able to live on forever.

Muzan Kibutsuji has never cared about temporary gains or losses; he simply waits patiently. Those fragile mortals are ultimately no match for the passage of time.

But the Demon Slayer Corps

So many years have passed, yet it continues to be passed down. Although there have been brief periods of decline, it will soon rise again, just like the wild grass in the ground that can never be burned out, which will grow back again in no time.

Now, he feels threatened once again.

The threat from their nemesis, Ubuyashiki, is always like a persistent entanglement.

Hundreds of years ago, he attacked the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, almost annihilating the Demon Slayer Corps. He thought the Demon Slayer Corps would never recover, and indeed, just as he thought, the Demon Slayer Corps, having lost much of its heritage, was no longer a threat. Although it still had the ability to deal with the Twelve Demon Moons, it was no longer a match for the Upper Rank Demons.

Over the past few hundred years, almost no Upper Moon demons have died at the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps, while countless Pillars have died during the Twelve Demon Moons.

But now, things have changed again.

It has even made him feel a sense of crisis.

"Damn it, damn it! Why does it always haunt me?"

Muzan Kibutsuji clenched his fists, raised his head, and revealed his pale face and the bulging veins on his forehead like writhing dragons in the flickering light.

"boom……"

He slammed his fist on the table in front of him, shattering it into pieces. He looked up, his teeth clenched: "The Twelve Ghost Moons, they've all come, haven't they?"

"Yes, sir, all twelve demon months have been summoned."

"it is good."

Muzan Kibutsuji nodded, and his figure vanished instantly under Nakime's Blood Demon Art.

The Eternal Bliss Cult, having just saved a follower and merged her with themselves to go to the immortal heaven, wiped the blood from his lips and lowered his head.

The fluctuations of the Blood Demon Art came, and then I felt my feet suddenly sink into the ground, and I fell down.

As you continue to fall, various tall buildings appear before your eyes.

He summoned an ice fan, waved it lightly, and a strong wind blew, while Doma's figure landed lightly on a platform.

His face was expressionless, his pupils devoid of emotion, as he quietly observed his surroundings.

"Infinite City"

Doma was no stranger to this; it was the Blood Demon Art of Nakime, a close attendant of the adult.

"Whoosh..."

A figure moved swiftly, weaving through the skyscrapers, ribbons fluttering, displaying an extremely graceful figure. Upon seeing Douma, the figure immediately landed, full of respect: "Greetings, Master."

"It's Daki!"

Douma nodded slightly: "Where is your brother?"

"Greetings, Your Excellency."

An ugly head emerged from behind the woman's head, its face full of respect. When the two siblings faced dire straits, no one offered them a helping hand, just as in their previous lives, no one would help them. At that time, they met Douma, who shared his blood with them, turning them into demons.

Both of them became demons voluntarily, and now they have become the sixth Upper Moon of the Twelve Demon Moons. Over the years since they became demons, they have killed a total of twenty-two 'Pillars' of the Demon Slayer Corps.

As Gyutaro and Daki appeared, the rest of the figures soon followed.

Upper Moon 4: Hantengu

Upper Moon Five. Gyokuko

Lower Moon II. The Windlass

Xia Xian Zhi Ji: Diseased Leaves

Lower Moon 4. Remaining Child

Lower Moon Five. Spider Demon. Rui

Lower Moon Six. Kamae

Every one of the Twelve Demon Moons who appeared, upon seeing Doma, regardless of their inner thoughts, outwardly bowed their heads in submission.

The reactions were exactly what Doma had expected; after all, Kokushibo hated rude demons the most.

Doma's rainbow-like eyes swept over the Twelve Demon Moons, but he didn't notice Akaza, who was always at odds with him.

"I forgot, Akaza has already been killed."

As if remembering something, Douma gently fanned himself with his fan and shook his head: "What a pity."

When the other twelve demon moons heard that Upper Moon Three, Akaza, had died, their hearts tightened slightly. This was the first time in hundreds of years that an Upper Moon demon had died.

"Da da da……"

Footsteps approached.

A woman with grayish-white skin, long black hair, and bangs that covered her eyes walked over.

It was none other than the master's close attendant, Narumi.

Long ago, the master had a close attendant named Tamayo, but he had long since escaped and had been relentlessly pursued by them.

"Please come in, everyone."

As Doma approached first, the other twelve demon moons followed in order of their rank.

In the dimly lit room, the first thing you see is a dignified man sitting to one side, none other than Kokushibo, the Upper Moon One of the Twelve Demon Moons.

Kokushibo stared at the Twelve Demon Moons with his six scarlet eyes, his aura so deep that all the demons held their breath.

Once everyone was seated, soft footsteps could be heard, and even Kokushibo, who was at the very head of the table, lowered his head slightly.

"Da da da……"

As the footsteps sounded, everyone felt their hearts race. The pressure emanating from the depths of their bloodline caused most of the ghosts to turn pale.

Muzan Kibutsuji walked in slowly, his ears ringing with almost every thought of the demons, and a violent glint appeared in his plum blossom-shaped eyes.

Amidst the bowed heads of the demons, Muzan Kibutsuji walked to the main seat and sat down.

He was silent for a moment.

Those eyes swept over each of the ghosts present.

After a long silence, he spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. Each word seemed to be ground between his teeth: "I will bestow upon you more blood, making you stronger, and forging you into the twelve most powerful demons."

He paused, his plum blossom-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light surged deep within his pupils.

"But now, it's increasingly disappointing me."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire room fell into a deathly silence. The lamplight seemed to shrink back, casting shadows that danced on each ghost's face, revealing their unique expressions.

Some people hung their heads and remained silent, some were pale-faced, and some didn't even dare to breathe.

Everyone felt a chain in their hearts, a chain that bound their throats. The blood that had once given them made them stronger, and naturally, they could take it back, even their lives.

Chapter 216 Pearl World

Even Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, felt a chill run down his spine when facing Muzan Kibutsuji, who held life and death in his hands at any moment, let alone the other twelve demon moons.

Muzan Kibutsuji silently swept his gaze across the Twelve Demon Moons, sensing their inner thoughts at that moment.

After a long while, Muzan Kibutsuji finally fixed his gaze on Doma, who was standing at the very front.

"Doma!"

"My lord, I am here."

At that moment, Doma raised his head and smiled.

"From today onwards, the Eternal Bliss Cult, to which you belong, will no longer limit the number of your members."

Douma looked somewhat surprised.

His sect, the Eternal Bliss Cult, has always had a limited number of members. In fact, if they are too flamboyant, they will be reprimanded by their superiors. Therefore, to this day, the entire Eternal Bliss Cult has only two hundred and fifty followers.

"No problem, sir."

Tongmo nodded.

"I have only one requirement: develop your followers and strike against any mark belonging to the human wisteria family."

Ghost Dance Tsuji. No miserable cold voice.

The Demon Slayer Corps' primary supporter is the 'Ubuyashiki,' but the 'Wisteria Family,' which is allied with the secondary supporter, is also very important to the Demon Slayer Corps. If this 'Wisteria Family' could be acquired, then there would be no other place in the world that would provide a place for Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen to recuperate.

"No problem, sir."

Doma opened his fan, his tone calm.

At this moment, Muzan Kibutsuji also turned his gaze to Upper Moon Five, Gyokko.

"Have you been investigating any information about the Demon Slayer Corps lately?"

"My lord, I have discovered information about the sword-forging village, and even found the Demon Slayer Corps' sword-forging base..."

Yu Hu spoke with some excitement.

"very good."

Muzan Kibutsuji nodded: "You, along with Hantengu, will go and completely destroy the so-called Sword Forging Village."

"Yes, my lord."

Half-Heaven Dog and Jade Pot opened their mouths almost simultaneously.