Chapter 43: Return to Where You Came From — The End of the Matter

Roar!

The Great Nyūdō revealed his true form, raised his head and let out a deafening roar; immense demonic light surged forth from his mouth, filling all directions, boundless and overwhelming.

A thunderous crash shook the ears.

The surrounding skyscrapers of Lin Li shattered.

The demonic light erupted, tearing through the heavens with overwhelming force; wherever the light passed, everything was utterly destroyed—its power more terrifying than a carrier missile, stunning to behold.

Seeing this,

whether those in Arakawa Ward, viewers watching the livestream, or the top officials of the Metropolitan Police Department, their spirits were shaken.

The Great Nyūdō was nothing less than a humanoid aircraft carrier—the most destructive kind.

At this moment, a vast demonic aura enveloped all sides, pressing in from every direction, making souls tremble and even gods uneasy.

The child seated on the bone scythe stirred.

His plump little hand opened its five fingers and clenched the empty air toward the Great Nyūdō.

Crimson winds erupted, laced with demonic runes, endless and boundless, crushing down upon the Great Nyūdō's towering demonic light.

The two collided.

Wild winds howled, demonic energy surged.

Visible at the point of impact, stars in the sky rained down like falling debris, and terrifying phenomena appeared everywhere.

Dark winds roared, purple qi surged, the Milky Way hung upside down, and myriad strange spectacles unfolded.

The next instant,

Pop~

A soft sound of a bubble gum bubble bursting echoed.

Everyone stood frozen, dumbstruck.

The Great Nyūdō's attack, radiating boundless demonic light and erupting with terrifying force, collapsed in less than a breath before the crimson wind.

The demonic light shattered, dissolving into glittering starlight dust, softly scattering across the sky.

The scene was magnificent, petals falling in profusion, radiating a beauty both deadly and fatal.

They were not even on the same level.

Glittering starfire dares to contend with the bright moon.

Having shattered the Great Nyūdō's attack, the crimson wind—capable of slicing open heaven and earth—did not slow; its howl shook the heavens, crimson demonic radiance transforming into dense runes that pressed down upon the Great Nyūdō.

"No!!"

Too bad—no matter how the Great Nyūdō roared, bellowing across the cosmos, it was useless.

The crimson wind descended, the crimson demonic light too brilliant, its aura like a celestial waterfall cascading, rolling like a flood, erasing the Great Nyūdō's massive body.

Everyone stood paralyzed, blood halting in their veins, bodies, minds, and souls chilled and trembling.

Was the Great Nyūdō just wiped out like that?

He couldn't even hold on for a few seconds.

In the Metropolitan Police Department's conference room in Tokyo, Japan, silence reigned, not a sound to be heard.

Director Takahashi and the others had ashen faces, their bodies shaking like vibrating machines, eyes filled with horror.

They asked themselves: Was the Great Nyūdō weak?

No.

Absolutely not!

The power of the Great Nyūdō's demonic light far exceeded that of an American carrier missile, capable of easily obliterating a small island.

An island-destroying level of power, crushed in a single move by a child demon.

The child demon's strength must far surpass island-destroying power.

Could he wipe out a nation with a gesture?

It was possible!

Even space had been sliced open—someone of this caliber could annihilate a nation with ease.

"If even one follower is this strong… what about the others…?"

Out of nowhere, a tipsy senior official muttered.

Everyone's hearts jolted.

Yes—the child demon was merely one follower of the Lord of Chimei Wangliang.

Then, how powerful was the Lord of Chimei Wangliang?

Without thinking, they turned to Lord Cimu.

Throughout it all, Lord Cimu had not moved; his refined face remained calm as still water—even as the Great Nyūdō's body and soul were obliterated, he showed no reaction, silently indicating that the Great Nyūdō's death meant nothing to him.

He was like a refined king, elegant yet alluring, radiating dignity and supreme dominance.

Merely standing there, he inspired awe, making any affront unthinkable, exuding an innate, natural authority and aura far surpassing the child demon's.

Upon closer inspection, the child demon stood just behind and beside Lord Cimu.

They understood: Lord Cimu was vastly stronger than the child demon.

Thinking of this, everyone shuddered—bodies, minds, souls, and wills all felt like they were exploding.

Lord Cimu, vastly stronger than the child demon, was merely a follower of the Lord of Chimei Wangliang…

How immensely powerful was the Lord of Chimei Wangliang?

Everyone was lost in daze, unable to fathom the question—the Lord of Chimei Wangliang's strength was beyond comprehension.

On the other side.

Silence.

In this place, silence fell in an instant.

A silence so oppressive the air seemed to congeal, so quiet one could hear the heartbeat of a demon.

The death of the Great Oni delivered a massive shock to the assembled demons.

The two innocent girls and the Yamada-gumi underlings were so terrified that... let alone speaking, they dared not even breathe; they could only hold in their farts, squeezing them out intermittently, silently.

Just then, as if sensing something, they instinctively looked over and nearly soiled themselves in terror.

Lord Cimu, at some unknown moment, swept his gaze over the demons without pausing, finally settling on the three of them.

Staring down by an unparalleled great demon of unknown strength, the three hearts pounded violently, blood rushing backward to their heads, nearly fainting from sheer fright.

At that moment, a voice like a hellish Yama spoke, clear and cold, echoing softly.

"No killing today. All disperse."

Lord Cimu's scarlet eyes remained untroubled.

With those words spoken.

The demons, as if granted a great reprieve, scrambled and crawled away, vanishing in the blink of an eye; the crowded scene emptied, leaving only the three humans.

【Look! Lord Cimu is walking toward them】

【What will Lord Cimu do? Will he kill them?】

【They are so pitiful; they barely escaped the wolf's mouth only to fall into the tiger's mouth】

【They might not die; don't forget, Lord Cimu said no killing today】

The live-stream chat erupted with comments.

Countless people debated; some believed the girls and their companions were doomed, certain to die, while others thought that even if Lord Cimu did not kill them today, he would take them captive and eat them on a day when killing was permitted.

Almost everyone was convinced the girls and their companions would meet only death, but a small minority believed they might not die; at the very least, the two girls might survive.

【That man will die, but the women might not; you may not know, legend says Shuten-doji loves beautiful women】

【They are quite cute, and they are human; Shuten-doji loves humans the most; perhaps he will take them as concubines】

【Oh my, I checked, and I heard Shuten-doji is very handsome and beautiful; suddenly I envy those two girls】

【You lustful woman, go away!】

Comments poured in the chat as people voiced their opinions.

Regarding the fate of the innocent girls, opinions varied, but no one believed they could escape.

Once inside the Supernatural world, how could humans hope to get out? Impossible.

Just as countless people prepared their hearts to mourn the three.

"Humans should not have come here. Go back where you belong."

A voice clear and cold as a ghost echoed softly across this sky and field.

Lord Cimu slowly raised his hand, reaching for the demon blade at his waist.

The blade was drawn.

Blade-light bloomed, illuminating the heavens, sun, moon, and stars; the river of stars boiled, its radiance startling the universe, shining through millennia of time!

Then, amidst the terror of the two innocent girls and the Yamada underling.

A faint slash cut through.

This slash was light as wind and clouds, as if dancing lightly, exquisitely elegant, like a poet lifting a brush to write and paint, composing three thousand flourishing poems with his pen, whose fame would shake history and be sung from ancient times to the present.

At first glance, it seemed to possess no killing power at all.

Yet, the next second!

A blade-light erupted; blade-qi pierced the heavens, shaking heaven and earth; time and space collapsed, stretching into the void; the light vanished into the emptiness, and in that instant, the endless pitch-black void blazed bright.

The blade-light blazed fiercely, piercing the void as if illuminating the Three thousand worlds.

Colorful blossoms, cherry petals drifting like fluff; those were fragments of the void and reality scattering in the air.

This slash could cleave heaven and earth, and could also slay gods and demons; the blade-light surged forward relentlessly, finally landing on the great earth before the three.

A tremendous boom resounded, startling the eight wildernesses and the six directions.

Endless radiance, hallucinogenic and blazing, the brightest and highest, burst forth from the cracked fissures in the earth.

It seemed this slash did not merely cleave the ground; it also obliterated the void, severed spirit and matter, and broke through illusion and reality.

Everything appeared unreal, yet it was undeniably, utterly real.

The blade-light illuminated this twilight world, piercing the cosmos and the ages.