Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

At this moment, this sharpness was shrouded in a more harmonious halo - the little life in her womb made a soft glow spread between her brows, which was the initial manifestation of motherhood.

Like the first rays of dawn, it adds a layer of holy warmth to the resolute background.

The other person was also wearing an elegant red and white witch costume.

The hem of her skirt spreads like water on the green grass, making her figure look even more isolated.

It was Kikyo, the shrine maiden who guarded the Four Souls Jade during the Warring States Period.

Her gentleness is like the mist that dissipates from the mountain stream in the early morning. At first glance, she seems peaceful and approachable, and her gentleness is captivating.

But upon closer inspection, that gentleness is like glass covered in moonlight, with a soft halo on the surface, but inside it is isolated from the coldness and alienation of thousands of mountains covered with snow at dusk.

She sits here, like a flower in a mirror or a moon in water, untainted by dust. She is beautiful, but also a world of her own, keeping the hustle and bustle and warmth of the world at an invisible distance.

They both have faces as gentle as water, and both wear red and white clothes that symbolize protection and purification.

Cui Zi is a cold blade wrapped in jade, its edge is restrained in warmth, and the soft light in it makes it even more profound.

Platycodon grandiflorum is the new soul of snow. Beneath its warm appearance, it is an inextinguishable bone-chilling cold, far away from all living beings.

The tranquil lake reflects the figures of the two, as if reflecting two eras, two extremely gentle, yet completely different souls of the witch.

Tsuriko's words came to an abrupt halt, and Kikyo's gaze fell on the lake again - Lingyue, Abhi, and Sesshomaru were riding in a small boat, leisurely wandering in the sparkling waves.

The warm and peaceful scene made her heart ripple slightly, and an indescribable sense of melancholy passed through her heart.

The cause and effect in this world are just like the reflections on the lake. They seem clear, but they are actually broken and blurred. They never follow the principles that people expect.

"Sorry, my husband suddenly called me for something." After replying a message to Douya who was in the underworld, Cuizi looked at Kikyo again.

In those clear eyes, there are complex emotions that transcend time and space.

There is respect for the holy witch in front of him, apology for the disasters that future generations have experienced, and even more a deep feeling that as a fellow guardian, he is powerless to change certain trajectories.

She lowered her eyes slightly and spoke softly.

"That 'Four Souls Jade', condensed with so much obsession and power... ultimately brought immeasurable suffering and burdens upon you, the generations to come."

Cui Zi raised her eyes, her gaze sincere and a little heavy.

"This karma, this karma that was created by my generation, will be borne by those of you who come after me... On behalf of that past that has already faded, I offer my apologies."

"Ms. Cuizi, you are too kind."

Platycodon slightly lowered his head, his posture respectful but revealing a sense of purity that was not tainted by the mundane world.

Her voice was like a clear spring washing over stones, still gentle, yet possessing an unquestionable clarity and power that gently lifted and brushed away the heavy apology.

"Protecting the common people and eliminating evil is the duty of a witch."

She raised her eyes and looked over Cui Zi's shoulder, as if she could penetrate the clouds of time and space and see the land and villagers that she had sworn to protect with her life.

Deep in those clear and calm eyes, there is a belief that has gone through many hardships but remains as firm as a rock, like the unchanging stars.

"Even without the 'Four Souls Jade', there would be other things that demons would covet."

A very faint but pure smile bloomed on her lips, against the backdrop of the tranquil lake light, like a white lotus plunged into a deep pool.

"Good and bad fortune go hand in hand, and adversity is also a test. To be able to protect the peace of this place and do my best is the practice bestowed by destiny."

Platycodon's voice was soft, but every word was clearly imprinted on this peaceful lakeside.

"Your Excellency need not regard this as a 'trouble' for future generations."

"This path is the one I chose according to my heart."

"I am willing to shoulder this responsibility with all my strength."

"Whether it's a calamity or a fate..."

Kikyo withdrew her gaze and fell on Tsuiko. There was neither resentment nor reluctance in her eyes.

There is only a piece of autumn water, with a faint warmth, yet as transparent as frost and snow from other worlds over the years.

“It’s all the road under our feet.”

A breeze carrying the fresh air of the lake lightly blows across the lakeside.

It not only gently rolled up the few strands of black hair hanging from Platycodon's temples, but also lifted the two witches in front of them——

The ashes and dust left behind by the "Four Souls Jade" that returned to its pure essence in the light of demon-breaking purification were gently and thoroughly shed.

Scattered between heaven and earth.

The ashes swirled in the transparent wind, like billions of tiny souls that had broken free from their thousand-year shackles, or like the shattered bubbles of obsession penetrated by the sunlight.

They silently merged into the mist rising from the lake and the breathing of the plants in the forest.

Finally, it turns into this bright and clear universe - a touch of emptiness and perfection after purification.

Cuizi, who once held the Tenseiga, stared at Kikyo, who seemed to be oblivious to everything, and suddenly said, "Kikyo, do you want a true resurrection?"

Chapter 241 Electric Shock to Naraku

Kikyo bowed slightly, turned around and left in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sandalwood paper that bound her long black hair fluttered in the evening breeze.

Several dead soul insects with pale white and light green bodies were swimming among the evening clouds.

They followed closely, carrying the dark blue soul in their mouths, their lizard heads and snake bodies dragging ethereal light bands across the ember-like sky.

From a distance, it looked like a funeral banner hanging above her plain back.

"She refused?"

Fairy Lingyue stepped onto the water from the center of the lake, her delicate and delicate feet appearing even whiter and more delicate in the shimmering waves.

Seshomaru and Abi, who were sleeping in her arms, were breathing evenly, their small hands wrapped around her fingertips.

Ling Yue looked towards the end of the dense forest where Platycodon disappeared, with puzzled glints flickering in her golden eyes.

Cui Zi gently stroked her pregnant belly, her eyes penetrating the twilight that soaked the forest.

"This child was resurrected by evil magic, and his body is a cage made of grave soil and ashes."

"The soul imprisoned within has long since been worn away by the trivialities of the mundane world, stripping away its obsession with life. All that remains is the shaman's deep-seated duty, and... a regret that belongs only to women, unfulfilled."

"Now the glory is shattered and the smoke is gone, and Naraku is executed..."

The evening wind blew up the strands of hair on Cuizi's temples, revealing the watery color in her eyes. She spoke with a hint of melancholy, "This departure will be a farewell to Inuyasha forever."

"Farewell?"

Ling Yue looked up at the sky where the dead soul worms were swimming, and said in a cold tone, "If it were me, I would definitely use the power of Tianshengya to rebuild my flesh and blood body and walk the world again with dignity."

The lake reflected her suddenly sharp eyebrows. "Then, I will compete with Kagome, win Inuyasha back openly, and resume my own happiness."

She changed the subject and asked Cuizi, "If you were also a shrine maiden, what choice would you make?"

"It will probably be the same as your idea." After experiencing Douya's use of absolute power to establish the human-demon dynasty, Cuizi believes that the concept of "reason before power" has changed.

Although strength is not everything, it can determine everything!

"This world belongs not to humans, nor to monsters, but to all living things."

"We are all part of the living being." Cui Zi's voice was gentle and firm, as if it contained the pulse of mountains and rivers and the breath of heaven and earth.

"We should maintain our strength to defend the Way, and uphold our will to save all living beings. However, when obsession becomes bondage, the world becomes narrow; when the heart turns to tranquility, that is the way home."

Her gaze seemed to penetrate the boundary between life and death, falling on the children sleeping soundly in Ling Yue's arms, and then gently sliding across her bulging belly.

"Forcing perfection isn't necessarily good. Letting go of attachments is a blessing."

"For Kikyo, this journey is a place where her soul can find peace. It is a place that will live up to her present life and herself... the best destination."

Cui Zi raised her head slightly and looked in the direction where the dead soul worms disappeared. There was only a deep blue that permeated the night.

"But for you and me." Cui Zi withdrew her gaze, her eyes showing the clarity of someone who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

"Only when we are alive can we have all kinds of possibilities. When we die, our souls disappear, and then it is truly—dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

Ling Yue smiled, "I thought you would say that death is not the end, but the beginning of another scene."

Cui Zi shook her head gently, her voice like autumn leaves falling into a cold pond, "Such words are nothing more than a moth's reliance on a candlelight..."

"If you believe it to a certain extent, it will comfort your remaining soul; if you believe it completely... you are deceiving yourself and others."

"When Platycodon leaves, its soul returns to tranquility, and it feels at peace."

Auspicious clouds flowed under Ling Yue's feet as she walked leisurely towards the Kyoto of this world.

Her golden eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at the layers of mountains below and the scattered lights that gradually lit up. Her voice carried a hint of indifference that came from someone who had seen through the world.

"I'm afraid that Inuyasha, with his innocent heart, will be deeply wounded by this 'comfort' and will never forget it."

Her trip was not without purpose.

Douya is in the underworld, and Lingyue wants to take a look at this alien world of Heian-kyo to see if she can find a few things that catch her eye.

Just treat it as a pastime when you are bored.

When Abi and Seshomaru wake up, they will have a place to play.

"Indeed...when the child is gentle, he is like spring water brushing against willows, but when he is resolute, he is like a frozen stream."

Cui Zi sat on the auspicious cloud, sighing with emotion, "Once the mind is set, worldly ties are severed with such a clean stroke... There really is no escape for others, nor for myself."

The voices drifted across the sky, and their figures turned into two misty silhouettes in the deepening dusk.

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The moon sets and the sun rises, and three days pass by like a flash.

Deep in the Heian-kyo Emperor's Palace, a huge water mirror, ten meters square, was suspended in mid-air. As the clear light flowed, it reflected the wonderful scene of Naraku fighting Inuyasha and his crew hundreds of miles away.

Naraku's twisted and hideous demon body, and Inuyasha's red figure that was roaring and slashing.

The clear light of Kagome's demon-breaking arrow that tears apart the evil spirit, and the wind hole vortex in the hands of Master Miroku that devours everything are all presented as if you are there in person.

Seshomaru and Abhi sat side by side in front of the water mirror, their two delicate little faces shrouded in flowing light and shadow.

Seshomaru's bright golden eyes were staring intently at Naraku's strange and changeable magic in the picture, his small brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about how to respond.

But Abi prefers Inuyasha's wild fighting posture.

The little fists clenched unconsciously, and the little mouth opened and closed slightly with every thrilling dodge or attack of the half-demon boy.