Chapter 73: Sangbo, Who Are You Talking To? Muzan: Don't Come Over!

In the plaza of Beloberg, a great crowd of citizens gathered; Bronya forced herself to endure her discomfort and proclaimed to everyone Beloberg's rebirth and the sacrifice of a Great Guardian.

Amid the cheers of countless people, Bronya was crowned as the Great Guardian.

After the ceremony, Xing arrived at Klipper Fortress; after brief congratulations, the few informed Bronya that Yalilo No. 6 would not return to normal in the short term.

Yet contrary to their expected disappointment, Bronya's face showed little sorrow; she believed that even without a star core, the planet already possessed a future. Moreover, she agreed with Mr. Walter's words, trusting the will of the Beloberg people and believing the planet would once again flourish.

They will keep waiting for the day the Pioneers return, even if it takes another seven hundred years; the children of Beloberg will forever gaze at the starry sky, hopeful at heart.

Even if the ending is not that perfect, this is enough.

Leaving Klipper Fortress, March Seven suddenly asked curiously, "Bronya said she's willing to wait another seven hundred years for us… Dan Heng, how old can the longest‑living human live?"

Dan Heng's tone suddenly grew solemn; he seemed to recall something and sighed, "…endless. But that can no longer be called human."

"Oh? Could it be that Dan Heng has seen our elves?" Saili Ai said with slight surprise.

The elves' lives are almost eternal… This is why the demons have long sought to eradicate all elves; with near‑infinite lifespans they study magic and accumulate experience, making such beings exceedingly hard to kill.

"Lord Saili Ai… my opinion differs from yours," Jian Ze said after a moment's thought, "In the universe where Xing and the others reside, there are many worlds, and different worlds surely have different humans."

"Perhaps there exists a kind of world… where their lifespans are similar to elves'."

"Indeed, that possibility exists," Saili Ai squinted, "But if we truly encounter a long‑lived race… the top combat power of that world would have to surpass Seele, Bronya, and the like, since Beloberg people's lives are still too brief."

"Exquisite skill can only be turned to dust by time…"

Saili Ai recalled Seele's astonishing prowess; scanning the entire continent, she feared no warrior could surpass her. Knowing such talent is destined to age, her calm heart, like an ancient well, could not help but ripple slightly.

At the same moment in the Demon Slayer world, Muzan was instantly frightened by Dan Heng's words.

Endless life… Isn't that exactly what they are?

And they cannot even be called human, which matches their ghosts perfectly—though they wear a near‑human façade, their identity has long diverged from humanity.

Could it be that Dan Heng knows the world they inhabit?

In an instant, Muzan's muscles tensed, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, his eyes turned blood‑red from extreme congestion, as if countless red spiders were clawing inside—

He certainly does not wish to face Dan Heng, Xing, and especially Walter and Kizhi.

Muzan was resolute in his heart: if one day they truly met on a narrow road, he had already prepared to abandon all Upper Rank powers, even to discard most of his body, as long as… he could carve out a sliver of survival for himself!

After taking commemorative photos with Hu Ke, Clara, and others, Xing finally could return to the Goethe Inn and get a proper night's sleep.

The next second, the image on the light screen flipped quickly; Sangbo appeared at the center, and from a distance he seemed to be chatting endlessly with someone.

—Right, back then it truly was a matter of life and death, but luckily I, Sangbo, had a flash of inspiration: Hey! I don't need to play the protagonist, do I? Let's just be the masked clown.

"The facts prove that the Star Rail crew is more interesting than I imagined! You find it fun? Really? Hahaha… what a masterpiece."

The camera angle shifted; he wasn't speaking to anyone, but was earnestly chatting with a broken television set.

"…No, I don't want to leave yet. What? Epseron? What's fun about that paper‑drunk, gold‑rich place? 'The more it reflects human dignity, the higher the pleasure'—now that's interesting!"

"Alright, bye. Say hello to the brothers and sisters at the tavern for me, and don't forget to tell them—just say they're looking forward to old Sangbo's next act! I'm taking my curtain now."

Speaking that, Sangbo suddenly turned, bowed, and greeted.

In an instant, green eyes smiled.

It seemed to see through the light screen, seeing everyone in all worlds. He squinted slightly… the signature smile, displayed for every audience.

"This story is dedicated to you, dear viewer—did you perhaps find a little joy in it?"

"—If you say no, ah, Sangbo will be sad."

The two casually spoken lines instantly gave countless people goosebumps.

The first to be hit was Muzan; his whole body trembled at a visibly rapid rate. He shook so violently that the other Upper Rank demons simultaneously felt an inexplicable palpitations.

"U—Lord Muzan…"

Tomoe stepped forward two paces, about to speak soothing words, when Muzan's right arm suddenly swelled into a terrifying tentacle, "Bang"—sweeping across the floor before Tomoe, a wisp of blue smoke rising, and Tomoe's lower half was instantly torn into fragments by the tentacle.

This is pure venting.

Although this strike would not kill Tomoe,

the excessive degree still made several Upper Rank demons break out in cold sweat.

Muzan's veins bulged on his face, low growls rumbled from his throat, the tentacle hammered the ground repeatedly, producing deafening sounds: "He's watching us! He must be hiding in some corner I don't know… watching us!"

"He—he's observing… no, he must have some intention…"

"…Find! Find him quickly! Must locate him!"

For hundreds of years, no one had ever seen Wu Can in such a disheveled state; several Upper Moon demons were all dumbfounded; Upper Moon Four's Bantian Gou was already trembling and hid; Upper Moon Five's Yuhu, although afraid, still mustered courage to ask:

In centuries, no one had seen Muzan act so erratically; several Upper Rank demons were dumbfounded. Upper Rank Four's Half‑Canine was already trembling and hiding, while Upper Rank Five's Jade Vessel, though frightened, mustered courage to ask:

Before his words even fell, a tentacle had already shattered the pot beneath him, gripped his neck, and slowly lifted him out of the pot.

Before the words finished, a tentacle smashed the pot beneath him, clamped his neck, and slowly lifted him out of the pot.

In Muzan's eyes, the vivid crimson seemed even deeper.

"…What did you say?"

The tentacle pressed harder, and the faint sound of bones cracking could be heard.

The Jade Vessel trembled all over, but he knew in his heart that even if his neck were twisted now he could not resist, nor be disrespectful. He could only humbly emit a mosquito‑thin voice, begging forgiveness.

【53】 "Obey—obey the command… Lord."