The entire venue of the sacrificial ceremony fell into silence.
Everyone was terrified by the sight before them.
The underworld had been grasped and pulled forth by hand, and the dead were brought back to life.
The power of the God of Eternity far surpassed anyone's imagination!
Tears streamed down Tanjiro Kamado's face, his teeth chattering with excitement.
His father, who had died from illness...
His mother, and his younger siblings, who had been devoured by demons...
They were all truly resurrected.
Nezuko Kamado, who had been kneeling nearby, also ran over joyfully.
The Kamado family reunited at last.
It was a scene that made all who witnessed it envious.
At this moment, Shinobu Kocho, who was kneeling at the altar, bit her lower lip.
Tears shimmered in her amethyst eyes as she pleaded:
"My Lord God, may I also resurrect my sister?
I am willing to sacrifice myself and Kanao Tsuyuri in exchange for a chance for You to act."
Her delicate hand tightly held onto Kanao's.
Her entire being radiated pure, desperate prayer.
Many who knew of Shinobu's story clasped their hands together and prayed in their hearts:
— hoping, longing, that these sisters could be reunited once again.
Countless threads of faith gathered at that moment, pouring into Liu Che's divine body like endless rivers.
The Eternal God, moved by their sincerity, responded warmly:
"For the sake of your deep love and devotion—
I shall grant your wish."
His colossal hand once again plunged into the Soul River, pulling out a graceful figure.
A beautiful girl with butterfly-patterned hairpins and soft, violet eyes—
Kanae Kocho.
Through Liu Che's divine power, the deceased Kanae was brought back to life!
However, Liu Che did not immediately release the newly resurrected souls.
Instead, with a sweep of his hand, he gathered all the offerings on the ground and transferred them into his Divine Realm.
Then he spoke to Tanjiro and the others:
"**I am very satisfied with this sacrificial festival—
Not because of the offerings,
but because of your unwavering faith.
Many believers mistakenly think I desire only precious treasures.
But they ignore what truly matters.
It is not wealth that moves me—
It is your faith.
From now on, this place shall be consecrated as a sacred site of worship.
The altar shall become a temple.
It cannot be destroyed—
even if the world itself falls into ruin.**"
His words carried the weight of divine law.
Following His decree, the one-meter-high stone altar was enveloped in rainbow-colored divine light and began to rise into the sky.
It grew bigger and bigger—
Until it transformed into a golden temple hundreds of meters tall!
In the distance, a thousand-meter-tall mountain crumbled to dust from the shockwaves.
With a thunderous boom, the colossal golden temple settled atop the newly formed peak.
Inside, a magnificent statue of the Eternal God was enshrined—
and henceforth, worshipers would no longer need meditation to connect to Him.
Their faith alone would feed the Divine Realm.
At this moment, Kagaya Ubuyashiki — the head of the Demon Slayer Corps — stepped forward.
He knelt reverently, pressing his forehead to the ground.
"**Your humble servant, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, prays for a blessing:
Please grant us a means to track down the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji.
Even if we possess overwhelming power,
it will be meaningless if we cannot find him.**"
Liu Che smiled faintly and replied:
"**There's no need to worry.
With Tanjiro Kamado, My chosen envoy, in this world—
the Demon King has no place to hide.
If he exists,
We will find him.**"
Only then did Kagaya realize—
in front of a true god, no thought could be hidden.
Ashamed, he bowed even lower:
"Thank you for your boundless grace, Great God of Eternity."
Slowly, the heavenly vision faded.
The incomparably beautiful Divine Realm closed its doors.
As the heavens and earth returned to normal, the people finally awoke as if from a dream.
The God had already left.
The crowd erupted in murmurs.
"So this... this is what a real god is.
Able to bring the dead back to life..."
"No wonder our prayers to the old gods were never answered!
It turns out they were all false gods!!"
"**That's right! If the Eternal God descended so magnificently,
why didn't those other so-called gods dare to show their faces?
Clearly, they are frauds!**"
"Amaterasu? Ha! Lies and nonsense!
They're all just old liars!!"
"**We are believers of the Eternal God now!
When we die, we will ascend to the Divine Realm!**"
Their once unwavering faith in the old gods crumbled into dust.
Among them, the chief priest stood stiffly, a complex look in his eyes.
He stared at his sacred robes—
then lowered his head.
The true clown was himself.
Their family had served a god for thousands of years—
yet not once had they received a true miracle.
The so-called blessings were always vague half-promises, interpreted through endless speculation.
False gods...
Hypocrisy...
Ugly lies!!
The priest suddenly roared:
"To hell with you, Amaterasu!
I quit!!
Our clan slaved away for thousands of years—
All our strength was built by our own hands,
Not from you!!
I spit on you!!"
In a frenzy, he tore off his ceremonial robes and headdress.
He stomped them into the ground with savage fury.
The onlookers exchanged glances but said nothing.
They understood.
Any family deceived for millennia would reach this same breaking point.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki watched with compassion.
He turned to his wife, Amane, and said quietly:
"**Go and comfort the elders.
After all, the priests helped us greatly in the past.**"
Amane nodded silently and went over to assist.
Meanwhile, Tanjiro's family—newly reunited—gathered around him.
His father spoke earnestly:
"**My son, in the future,
you must serve the Great God of Eternity with all your heart.
Do not grow arrogant or forget humility.
The Lord God resurrected us—
surely at a great cost.
Never forget that grace.**"
They could only imagine how much divine power had been spent—
but even their guesses were far from the true price.
Nezuko Kamado, clinging to her brother's arm, nodded firmly:
"**I'll work hard too, with Brother!
From now on, I'll help spread the God's teachings.
Next time there's a festival,
I'll be like Sister Shinobu—
offering my service to repay the kindness of the Eternal God!**"
Knowing gratitude is a virtue.
And when the gods had restored their very lives—
no amount of service could ever fully repay it.