Chapter 252

Muzan Muzan feels great.

Well, that's probably the case. His expression now is terribly ferocious, with veins running through his eye sockets, and his anger is palpable at a glance.

"You are not being buried with me," Mr. Sanyashiki suddenly said, his light eyes filled with deep emotion, "but you are going to die with your own pathetic, everlasting dream."

It was Mr. Ubuyashiki's unique, very gentle voice, but it also exuded a rare chilling aura, "Kibutsuji Mumu, your dream will always be just a dream, and will never come true."

In fact, there was no outburst of intense emotion, but the firmness in every word made it sound unusually clear and deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Muzan Kibutsuji Mushi frowned. He had not looked at Mr. Sanyashiki since the beginning. To him, he had long forgotten who the head of Sanyashiki was. Perhaps all "Sanyashiki" were just code names and just had the same appearance.

Because of the curse, they cannot live past the age of thirty, and even several generations of heads of state will fall before the age of twenty-five. In the eyes of Muzan Kibutsuji, who has an unlimited lifespan, such rapid changes are as fast as a shooting star, but also as annoying as a fly.

Although life is so fragile, the Demon Slayer Corps has grown bigger and stronger in the past thousand years in the battle against Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan.

Finally, in this era, it has reached the strength of the generation of Initial Breath.

"You have no self-awareness at all. In these thousand years, the leader of a clan who has repeatedly come to hinder my great cause is nothing more than such a weak body." Sharp teeth were wriggling on the bloody clothes connected to the limbs of Muzan Kibutsuji. "The stronger I am, the weaker you are. It must be uncomfortable under the invasion of the curse--"

He looked away from me as he spoke, but the words were stuck in his throat.

"The curse on you..." Muzan Kibutsuji Musume, who was about to make a sarcastic remark, suddenly saw the smooth skin on Ubuyashiki's face and neck. Having come into contact with and killed the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, he certainly knew the erosion of the curse on Ubuyashiki's lineage, and also knew the situation after the erosion.

Even if one only looks at his appearance and Kaoriya's age, one can roughly guess Mr. Uzumaki's age. It is impossible for a head of this age to not have some traces of the curse.

Mr. Ubuyashiki smiled, a very faint smile, as if he was just talking about an ordinary thing. It was this calm attitude that would stimulate Muzan Muzan's nerves. "Of course you are right. The stronger you are, the more severe the curse imposed on our clan will be, and the faster it will erode our lives. But Muzan Muzan, isn't it the same in reverse?"

Mr. Ubuyashiki's gaze was so gentle, but when reflected in Muzan Muzan's eyes, it was filled with so much mockery and viciousness.

"The curse on me is weakening and disappearing. Isn't this a sign that you are heading towards death?" He returned this logic to Muzan Kibutsuji Murei, "Your illusory dream can only end here. You don't understand what eternity is at all."

"Your life is not eternal. Eternity is the will of human beings. Human will is eternal and will not be annihilated. After thousands of years, the Demon Slayer Corps has become stronger and stronger. Many poor children have died, but they have not disappeared from this world. And in these thousands of years of practice, no one has ever forgiven your crimes. This is something that has been maintained by people. I'm afraid you can't understand it, Muzan Muzan."①

The somewhat compassionate tone at the end of the voice made Muzan Muzan's eyebrows jump noticeably.

"The will of boredom is nothing but empty talk." He stepped over Mr. Umayashiki's words. To him, these were all idle words. What really concerned him was the thing that removed this curse.

"No - I am still as powerful as ever, but your curse has disappeared."

This curse came from his bloodline and could not be easily exorcised.

Muzan Kibutsuji's eye sockets dilated, his pupils shrank, and his sharp fangs flashed with his tearful, wild smile, "Blue Higanbana, can you even do such a thing!"

He was extremely excited, as if it was another confirmation of something.

These curses were originally supposed to be curses against Muzan Muzuki himself - these are not curses against Muzan Muzuki, but curses against Muzan Muzuki.

Perhaps due to various reasons, this curse was transferred to people of the same clan as him, as if God was reminding the Umayashiki clan not to forget their mission of killing evil spirits.

Only pain can make people remember.

But there is no doubt that this curse is connected to Muzan Kibutsuji Musume, and it is something he wants to sever - his almost uncontrollable gaze is like a viper crawling across the back of my neck, cold and sticky.

Muzan Kibutsuji Musou has completely regarded me as his possession.

The next second, I felt the world spinning and I was pressed completely to the ground. Muzan Muzan was so close to me that I could even feel the blood flowing through his bulging veins and the multiple heartbeats in his body.

So close.

"Mr. Qing!"

Whether it's Mr. Sanyashiki, Kaoriya, or me, even if we are in the spiritual world, in this space that is relative to our original bodies, none of us can be a match for Muzan Muzan.

No one can even catch up with Muzan Muzan's speed.

The tentacles behind Muzan Muzan pierced through the chests of two people one by one and were pinned to the side. He was on me, and the cool breath he exhaled while speaking gave me goosebumps right next to my ears.

"Tell me, if I eat you in the spiritual world, what effect will that have?" Muzan Muzan's words were not without threat.

After all, in this world, dripping blood will not leave traces on the pure white ground, and wounds will heal quickly - looking at his hand that almost squeezed through my shoulder, I actually didn't feel any pain. But no one knows what will happen after completely integrating into another person's spirit.

But I remained calm and didn't even think about pushing him away. I just held my head high and said, "You can give it a try."

I was so confident that I even looked like I was goading him into eating me, but that made him wary.

——This space was created for nurturing, not for fighting.

"Oh..." I sneered, "You dare not."

I had hit his sore spot, and I guess what he wanted to know now was how to make good use of my strength to complete the project of removing only his weaknesses.

Now, maybe he needs more than just me. If I don't speak up, what he wants more now is Mr. Komaji who is tied to me.

I know he believes it.

He believed that Mr. Komaji could walk under the sun, and he also saw Mr. Komaji's increased strength.

The fighting spirit was mixed with the scent of blue red spider lily, which allowed him to gain balance in the battle with Douma.

Otherwise, the ranking under Muzan Kibutsuji's tragic testimony is an absolute ranking of strength.

At this moment, I suddenly felt the ground shaking. The power of Muzan Muzan was raging, and the spirit accumulated in his heart for a thousand years was gradually erupting.

He is much less calm than I thought. Does this mean he has such uncontrollable emotions?

You are too uncool!

Doesn’t it look a bit like the ultimate boss?

This is not a force that my pistil can withstand - I judged so, but after seeing it in person, I realized that the power of the pistil is even weaker than I thought.

This is a state of weakness that can only be achieved after wandering outside for hundreds of years.

Before that, where was my pistil, what did I do, what happened? !

No, now is not the time to dwell on this. If this continues, this space will collapse.

After the space collapses, the spirit that is nurtured inside will naturally be forced to return to the body, which is not harmful.

But for the pistil, which created this space and was already very weak, it was an absolutely devastating blow.

We have to find a way...

At this moment, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and back, and the pain spread throughout my body along with the blood.

What's going on? Why is it so sudden?

I lowered my gaze to where the pain first occurred.

The white light penetrated my abdomen, and there were even some marks of cracks around my abdomen.

The spiritual world cannot be hurt, so this wound must be——

The penetrating light from behind was projected in front of me.

It's the real world.

Am I...hurt in the real world?

No, I was already on the road to collapse, how could anything be conveyed here?

What happened?

Before the collapse of space began, my body broke apart. It felt like a cookie being crushed.

The good news is that as long as I can force myself to leave this world, the spiritual space that is no longer closed will not be able to trap Muzan Muzan. That will at least protect the pistil from a devastating blow.

But...if my body collapses and I die due to over-absorption - I don't know if Miss Tamayo can use the blood I left behind and the previous experimental results to develop a medicine that can deliberately help Tanjiro's sister turn back.

That's all I'm worried about. I don't doubt the Demon Slayer Corps' determination or their abilities.

I always believed, there was a strong idea in my heart, like a prophecy - Muzan Muzan would definitely die in this era.

With this thought in mind, not knowing whether I could survive or not, there was only one thing I could do!

I stretched out my arms that were numb with pain, grabbed Muzan Muzan’s face with both hands, and looked him in the eyes, “If you want it, come and get it—come to me, you are not even as good as the upper ranks that I created, you coward!”

Let me be the bait, and don't let Muzan Muzan Musume enter the Mugen Castle again and outlast this generation of swordsmen.

To come out, let him come out by himself -

Muzan Kibutsuji Musou, who possesses space-related abilities, cannot be tracked.

He must be stimulated himself and then come out of it.

This requires a great temptation.

Even if I really couldn't make it, there is still the example of Mr. Komaji who has almost succeeded, and Muzan Muzan will definitely not be able to resist the temptation!

After saying this, my strong hands completely turned into fragments of light. In Muzan Muzan's shining pupils, I could see half of my face that had disappeared.

The moving mouth reiterated the words with emphasis - "coward".

The sudden tinnitus made me feel a dull pain in my brain, and something pushed into my abdomen, as if I had encountered a cab driver catching shrimps, and I couldn't help but vomit.

That fishy, ​​rusty-smelling liquid oozed out from various parts of my head. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt as if my eyes were glued together and felt very heavy.

The first thing I saw was the knife deeply inserted into my abdomen and the tip of the knife piercing from the back to the front of my shoulder. Looking back from the place where the knife was inserted into my abdomen, I could see four words engraved on the part close to the handle - Evil Ghost Slayer.

It's the Sun Blade.