After the sacrificial festival, Kagaya Ubuyashiki summoned the Eight Pillars and said:
"**This time, we killed three Upper Moon demons.
Muzan Kibutsuji will definitely be enraged...
But he will also be afraid.
Therefore, Tanjiro, your task is to find Muzan.
As for the rest of you, your duty is to guard against attacks from the other Upper Moons.
If we're lucky, we might even encounter something tonight before sunrise.
In the future, all swordsmen will also become believers and help spread the teachings of the Eternal God.**"
"Yes, we obey!"
Although Tanjiro Kamado had become the god's envoy, everyone still instinctively followed the commands of their master, Kagaya.
Watching his busy comrades, Kagaya turned to the officials and smiled warmly:
"We'll need your help to develop the religious mission."
One of the senior officials chuckled:
"**Of course!
Earlier, when the Eternal God descended, all our old internal injuries vanished, and we were filled with new strength—stronger than even the young swordsmen!
With such miracles, spreading the faith is only natural.**"
"Yes!
We are believers now too—how could we dare to slack off?"
After all, if even the dead could be resurrected, then surely with dedicated worship, a longer life of hundreds of years wasn't impossible.
Their desires were modest: just a few extra decades of life would be enough.
"Then, I thank you all!" Kagaya said with a smile.
Although the miracle hadn't yet spread across the world, among the demons, what had happened today caused absolute fear.
Lower-ranked demons were directly killed by the shockwave.
Upper Moon demons cowered in caves, trembling.
Even Muzan Kibutsuji himself broke out in a cold sweat.
"**What the hell was that just now...
Was it truly a god?
No...
Gods don't exist!
It must have been an illusion!!**"
He muttered to himself in denial.
However, in the depths of his heart, he could not hide his terror.
In the end, Muzan ordered the remaining Upper Moons to move together and investigate personally—
because if they didn't, they might be killed at any moment.
Night fell.
In the howling wind of the dark forest, three figures rushed toward the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters.
Tong Mo laughed as always:
"**If the gods have granted the Demon Slayers power,
we won't stand a chance with our own strength.
Muzan-sama sent us here just to die.**"
Hantengu, cold and irritable, snorted:
"**If you don't come, you die.
What choice is there?**"
No one wanted to die, but they had no choice.
If they disobeyed, their bodies would explode instantly, beyond recovery.
Kokushibo, walking ahead, said deeply:
"**So what if they're messengers of a god?
As long as the god himself doesn't intervene,
I'll kill them all.
It's not like I've never killed strong ones before.**"
"**As expected of the boss!
Truly worthy of someone who has survived for centuries!**"
Tong Mo flattered him shamelessly.
Before long, they arrived at the mountain.
A golden light shone brightly in the distance.
Looking closer, they saw a majestic golden temple.
[Temple of the Eternal God]
"**This is their temple?
It's beautiful!
I want to seize it for myself.
It's far more luxurious than my own little cathedral!**"
Tong Mo's eyes gleamed with greed.
He was, after all, the Pope of his own church.
But compared to this, his place was a dump.
"If I had a temple like this, I'd draw in countless believers...
and then I could feast endlessly!"
Before he could dream further—
"Breath of Flame, First Form: Unknowing Fire!"
A roaring, fiery wave erupted from below, setting the entire mountainside ablaze!
The fierce temperature scorched their hair instantly.
Tong Mo's expression changed dramatically.
He wanted to dodge, but it was too late—
the flaming meteor was already upon him!
The speed was simply too fast.
No wonder the other demons had died so easily!
Kokushibo had already sensed the danger and retreated immediately.
Hantengu, too, fled with sharp instincts.
But Tong Mo, caught in the middle of the flames, was burned alive—
his entire body reduced to ashes along with the mountainside.
This terrifying sword technique stunned Kokushibo.
The sense of helplessness he felt—
the feeling of facing an overwhelming power—
was exactly like facing his elder brother, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, once again.
A complex blend of fear and frustration filled his heart.
"**I can't believe...
the strength gap has been completely reversed.
It's all thanks to the Eternal God...
Now we can even slay Upper Moons with a single blow!**"
From below the mountain, Kyojuro Rengoku appeared, carrying his brilliant Sun Nichirin Blade.
Behind him, the other Pillars arrived one after another.
"**Hey, Kyojuro!
That was dirty play!
We agreed to wait until they reached the summit before attacking!**"
Tengen Uzui complained, clearly unhappy.
He had wanted to show off too!
Now there were fewer demons to split among them!
Kyojuro scratched his head and laughed heartily:
"**Sorry!
I couldn't help myself!
Seeing those three chatting casually infuriated me!**"
"**Fine, fine!
So how do we split the leftovers?
Let me have one!**"
Sanemi Shinazugawa grinned viciously.
With a sudden flash, he rushed toward the two remaining demons.
The other Pillars had the same idea—
no one wanted to miss out.
In an instant, Kokushibo and Hantengu were engulfed in a storm of sword techniques.
"Breath of Love, Sixth Form: Cat-Legged Windswept Cherry Blossoms!"
"Sound Breathing, Sixth Form: Roar of Thunderous Bombs!"
Every Pillar unleashed a fierce, innovative move—
all inspired by the arrival of the Eternal God.
"Moon Breathing, Ninth Form: Waning Moonswift!"
"Moon Breathing, Fourteenth Form: Cataclysmic Full Moon!"
Kokushibo, unwilling to die, activated his full power.