Chapter 276

For Jiguo Yansheng, his younger brother Jiguo Yuanyi is the shining sun.

It is the sun, which is incomparably dazzling and unrivaled. Compared with the sun, any other light in the world is just a firefly. There is no difference.

Including the existence of Jiguo Yansheng.

The moon - the moon that exists by relying on the afterglow of the sun. Jiguo Yansheng hated this identity very much. He could not make himself the light source and would always just reflect the other side of the mirror.

It seems like fate.

Even after many years, he still remembered his insignificant childhood and the legend of the evil twins told by his father.

His younger brother, who had been different from others since birth, had "stripes" like fire - this was not the unknown thing his father had said, but a symbol of God's favor.

Only he, only he is different.

Even if I leave my adopted country, Fate is the only thing that is different.

The light of him will never be lost among the people, nor will it be lost in the world.

That kind of scorching, even dazzling light did not disappear when Yuanyi left home, but instead accumulated over the years.

Every time he fought as a samurai or led his retainers into battle, Jikoku Yansheng couldn't help but wonder what the outcome would have been if it had been Yuichi.

And the conclusion is the same every time - Yuanyi can do better.

That god-like man must be able to do what he cannot do and think of what he cannot think of.

In this way, in the never-ending battles during the Warring States Period, Jiguo Yansheng constantly imagined what Jiguo Yuanyi would look like in one rehearsal after another.

Even his father's death in battle did not cause any disturbance in his heart.

His father didn't love him; what he cared about was absolute strength.

Therefore, the person my father truly loved should be Yuanyi. Just like what my father said every time after Yuanyi left, the one who should withdraw was his successor Yansheng.

He should be jealous of Yuanyi and resentful of Yuanyi.

Why do humans like this exist in this world?

However, even when he looked at his own child, he wondered what it would be like if Yuanyi had a child.

At least they will be stronger than your own children.

At this time, Ji Guoyansheng realized clearly that he did not love his father, his wife, or even his children. From the beginning to the end, there was only Ji Guoyuan in his eyes.

Even though he had sincerely hoped for Yuan Yi's death deep in his heart.

——Please die soon. People like you should not be born in this world. Your existence will only subvert the common sense of this world.

However, he longed for Yuanyi to exist like this.

If there is no sunlight, where will the moon exist?

Therefore, when in the dark night, Jiguo Yuanyi's figure descended from the sky like a god of fire and instantly killed the "ghost" that had forced him into a desperate situation, Jiguo Yan's determination to win was not confused or hesitant.

Sure enough, Yuanyi's appearance seemed to confirm his guesses over the years. After leaving the inheritance country, Yuanyi simply headed towards a bigger and broader world.

He did not leave for nothing, but to go somewhere greater.

The pattern is different.

How could a mere family possibly restrain the Son of God?

If you want to catch up with Yuanyi's footsteps, you must take the same path as him.

To be like Yuan Yi, to walk the path that Yuan Yi has walked, to sever the ties between the clan and the family, the struggle between clans and humans is too superficial and boring, what he wants is a more shocking power.

The Demon Slayer Corps - this is the place where Enichi can stay, and it will also be his final destination.

At least at that time, Jiguo Yansheng really thought so - unlike the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps, even though he had been attacked by demons and the demons had killed countless of his subordinates.

But he had no feelings for ghosts, and he didn't hold any hatred for them. This was understandable, as the leader of a samurai family, he had killed countless people.

The number of people killed by most ghosts cannot even be compared with his.

Life is supposed to be like this, the strong prey on the weak.

This is the education he received since childhood, this is the ideal of inheriting the country, and this is the path that all samurai must take.

The status of a family is originally accumulated by flesh and blood. It is nothing more than the strong living and the weak dying.

So for Jiguo Yansheng, watching the story of the Demon Slayer Corps is like watching other people's stories from a bystander's perspective, but he cannot empathize with them.

The reason he stayed in the Demon Slayer Corps and became its pillar was not because of superficial revenge and hostility - even if there were no demons, death and killing would still exist, and in years of natural disasters, cannibalism was not uncommon.

He was meant for something greater.

He wanted to seek the pinnacle of swordsmanship and then die at the pinnacle.

But the peak - Yuan Yi is a peak that cannot be climbed.

Even if he activated the "Stripes", he couldn't catch up with Yuanyi. Even if he saw the same transparent world as Yuanyi, he couldn't compare with him.

Why does a god-like being exist in this world? !

Jealousy was eating away at Jiguo Yansheng's heart, to the point where just seeing Yuanyi would make him feel physically uncomfortable - or maybe it wasn't discomfort, but a special causal reaction.

It just had no end, and it just drove him crazy.

He was so jealous, but Yuanyi was so calm; he was so resentful, but Yuanyi was so upright.

After all, the thing that Jiguo Yansheng could not understand the most was himself.

"Stripes" was madly squeezing his vitality and madly shortening his lifespan. He used it too frequently, and his body temperature had hardly cooled down. Even when he was sleeping, his heartbeat seemed to be accelerated.

This is unacceptable to normal human physiology.

He didn't even make it to twenty-five.

However, Jiguo Yansheng was unwilling to give up.

It was not that he was afraid of death, but that death was about to come, and he could not even catch up with the figure who left his country that year.

How could I give up on becoming stronger, how could I give up on chasing, how could I collapse before reaching the edge of the sun.

He should be melted under the scorching sun and die while embracing the sun, rather than dying while chasing the sun.

Throw away those useless things.

Anything that would hinder him from pursuing the path of the Son of God should be discarded.

Jiguo Yansheng also did it.

After abandoning his family and identity, he also abandoned his race, friends, and even his original name and sword.

He gave up himself.

The only traces of time that could be found in him were a twisted obsession and a complex emotion of resentment and jealousy that grew day by day.

In the long time that followed, those emotions that had been suppressed could never be taken back.

He abandoned the sword and turned himself into the sword itself.

But it seems that it cannot completely become a sword.

It was as if he wasted endless time with the only goal of improving his swordsmanship. What was even more ironic was that as a demon - one of the upper ranks, a demon second only to Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan, he was so eager to reach the highest level of breathing techniques.

Looking back now, those fleeting decades did not seem to leave any impression on him. The only thing he could remember about his beginning as Kokushibo was that night.

The young him looked at the old Yuanyi.

Just like the last time they met, Yuichi was still wearing the coarse red haori, with a Nichirin sword hanging from his waist. Fiery "marks" extended from under his snow-white hair and bloomed fiercely on his forehead.

What cannot be ignored is the eyes.

Those eyes may be weathered, but they are still as pure as newborn babies, as if one can see the pupils at a glance.

He could not see any other emotions in those eyes - it was as if they were a mirror, reflecting his appearance, his jealousy, unwillingness, and ugliness.

These are a pair of eyes that can make people feel ashamed.

Yuanyi is not dead.

He did not die prematurely before the age of twenty-five due to the consumption of "stripes" like ordinary people.

——As expected of you, Jiguo Yuanyi, you have easily accomplished what others cannot do——No, how can the surname Jiguo be worthy of you.

One fate, one fate.

The Son of God cannot be held back by anything, nor can any common sense limit Him.

When he realized this, he felt a genuine joy that he himself could not even notice.

Yes, that's how it should be.

That's right.

Fate cannot be defeated by anything.

——How can you die so easily when you have already gone against the common sense of the world?

Kokushibo touched the sword at his waist - the Hollow God. This was a sword he made with his own bones and blood. It was himself.

Looking up, he saw mist filling Yuanyi's eyes, and tears welled up in those eyes that seemed to have never moved.

No, it's not that there is no emotion in it. It's filled with compassion, sadness, and many things that Kokushibo cannot see through.

Those were tears shed for him.

Kokushibo's ears received Yuichi's voice——

——Brother.

Yuan Yi's voice that called him "brother" was extremely hoarse. The younger brother who had never shown any emotion in front of him, just like his eyes filled with tears, seemed to express the emotion of being "sad" for the first time in his life.

As for Kokushibo, he was confused by his own unexpected movements.

Shake, why shake?

Poor thing...Yuan Yi is here, can you feel pity for yourself?

Unspeakable emotions surged in his heart, and he drew his sword - and stood still with Yuan Yi, just like they had done in every sparring match in the past.

The fate of the remaining years before my eyes is a peak that I cannot cross.

He wants to cross over, wants to cross over here!

The blades touched in an instant, and blood spurted out of Kokushibo's neck as a demon.

Victory or defeat is just a matter of a moment.

He even had a feeling that his entire life was just a moment away.

Even at this point, with all his concentration on practicing swordsmanship, he still couldn't withstand a blow from Yuan Yifengzhu Cannian.

He deeply felt that if he was struck by another sword, he would die.

But Yuanyi seemed to hold his breath, denied everything he had done in front of him, and then died.

How can Yuanyi die?

How could he die!

At this moment, Kokushibo's heart was filled with rage, and he swung his sword at the corpse of Yuichi who was standing there, still holding the hilt of the sword.

He used the first move he learned from practicing breathing techniques.

The dead body broke apart with a sound, and among the torn clothes was a small package that looked like it was sewn from a coat, and inside it was only one thing.

A flute that was cut into two pieces, rough and seemed to be unable to make any sound.

——I will cherish this flute as if it were my brother.

Ah, it seems someone has said something like this.

Kokushibo felt as if there were gravel grinding against his eyes, over and over again.

Facing the already broken corpse, Kokushibo let the flames burn it up.

Be clean and don't leave anything behind.

——You should not have been born into this world.

The sun in the distance seemed to be about to rise, and Kokushibo knew he had to leave.

He wants to leave.

The flame of fate burning before my eyes has a temperature as hot as the sun.

This is the temperature that ghosts fear the most.

But as if by magic, Kokushibo leaned over, reached his hand into the flames, and took out the broken flute.

There was no particular reason, I just got it back.

He gave it away with his own hands and took it back with his own hands.

From now on, he will no longer think of that person, nor will he think of anything about his time as a human being.

He is Kokushibo, and he is separated from Jikoku Yansheng.

No matter how many hundreds or thousands of years pass in the future, he will one day touch the Sun.

The Demon Slayer Corps that lost Yuichi fell silent just as he had imagined.

It was already an unknown era when a pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps once again stood in front of him.

It wasn't that he met someone, but rather a vampire magician who specialized in passing through the Infinite City stood in front of him.

Even his descendants are among them.

The connected bloodline reminded him of some of the past that he had long forgotten.

Although he does not have the title of heir, this descendant who has blood similar to Yuanyi also has talents that ordinary people cannot possess.

Although it is just a firefly to Yuichi, if he can become a ghost, he may also be qualified to look at the "sun".

But if I can't turn into a ghost, I will have to die here.

The stubborn Pillar seems to have the same purpose as the person he had in the past who could barely be called a companion.

No matter how hard you hit, you struggle to stand up again.

The mixed breathing technique cut through his neck.

It's useless, useless. He hasn't broken through to the highest realm, hasn't surpassed that peak.

He can't die.

Even if you are beheaded, you cannot die - you will not die.

A strong desire and blood close enough to that of Muzan Kibutsuji allowed Kokushibo to be reborn.

Even with the treatment of the blue spider lily, how long can this condition last?

A huge force burst out from Kokushibo's body, and his bones and blood formed the blade.

At this moment, Naruto's blood demon art brought another swordsman to her side.

Kokushibo looked up, and could only see the burning red.

Is this... fate?

The same ochre blade, the same flaming forehead pattern, the same swordsmanship as hot as the sun, and the pair of flower pendants that once wore on Yuanyi's earlobes.

Reincarnation?

For a moment, Kokushibo seemed to see a young swordsman with sadness in his eyes standing behind the young swordsman.

His younger brother, Yuanyi.

A long sword grew out of Kokushibo's palm and faced the red sword.

The other pillars and swordsmen are of no importance. There is only this person in front of me, and only this kind of swordsmanship!

He tore open his clothes with his vampire magic, and then swung his sword skills from multiple angles at the same time, instantly pushing away the other swordsmen.

Come, come—Yuan Yi!

All the extra blades on Kokushibo's body broke off and fell to the ground, leaving him with the only weapon in his hand.

There was no technique to speak of. This was the final blow after he had practiced swordsmanship for many years, just like the sword that severed Yuan Yi's body many years ago.

Just this one strike, only this one strike.

The flames burned along the blade, as if it was the fire he had set that year.

The neck, shoulders, arms, waist, abdomen, legs and feet are all places that can be abandoned.

There is only this one knife.

The sparks from the violent collision ignited the air.

His distorted vision was focused not on the blade but on the swordsman's eyes.

Those eyes, the same color as Yuanyi's, were not as indifferent as Yuanyi's, but were filled with intense emotions.

But still pure.

Pure like that person's reincarnation.

Behind those eyes was a mirror reflecting him.

It was as if fate had just watched him like this, twisting and becoming perverted, and finally becoming what he is now.

At that moment, Jiguo Yansheng's hand suddenly loosened, as if he could not hold the blade.

Even after countless years, this incomparable Breathing of the Sun will never be defeated, absolutely not!

The young man holding the knife did not swing the first blow, but swung the second blow.

The second blow should have been swung hundreds of years ago.

——My fiery and divine brother, please melt me ​​in the sunshine.

——Let me emphasize and stay under the light of the sun.