BOOM!
A cataclysmic roar tore through the sky. A storm of divine lightning materialized from nothing, punching through the impossible architecture of the Infinity Castle as if it were paper. Fierce, blinding bolts of energy hammered down, all aimed at a single target: Tsukihiko. The power was ferocious, enough to vaporize anything it touched.
And yet, it never touched him.
No matter how terrifying the lightning was, it only ever scorched the ground where he had been a fraction of a second before. Every time a bolt was about to connect, his figure would simply vanish and reappear a few feet away, completely unharmed. He moved with an effortless grace, treating the wrath of the heavens as a minor inconvenience.
The sight plunged everyone into a state of stunned disbelief.
"My god… what is happening?" someone stammered.
"Could this be the legendary 'Heaven's Judgment'?" an Onmyoji whispered in awe. "It seems even the heavens don't want Kibutsuji Muzan to win!"
Even Chinami's face was pale with a deep, unsettling fear. The power Muzan had displayed was beyond anything they could have imagined. It was no exaggeration to say that if he hadn't been toying with them, if he hadn't been so cautious and deliberate, he could have slaughtered every powerhouse from the Priest Clan and the Imperial Family already.
Even now, with a divine storm trying to smite him, he was still in complete control. If not for this sudden intervention, the three sacred treasures would already be in his hands. And once he unlocked their power, he would possess the legitimate imperial authority of Japan. At that point, their clans, their spells, and even the destiny of the nation would become meaningless. The luck of the country was tied to the Imperial Family and the divine artifacts they guarded. With the immense power Tsukihiko already possessed, it wouldn't take him long to master the treasures completely.
A wild, desperate laugh suddenly cut through the air. It was Chinami.
"Hahahaha, you didn't expect this, did you, Kibutsuji Muzan?" she shrieked, her voice filled with a manic sliver of hope. "It seems even Heaven refuses to let you have the Imperial Family's three sacred treasures! Everyone, this is our last chance! No matter who wins or loses between us, this country will at least remain the Japanese Empire. But if he wins, it will be transformed into an empire of demons!"
Her words struck a chord. The chaotic infighting came to an abrupt halt. Before, they were consumed by their own greed and ambition, but the divine lightning had finally made them understand. If they continued to fight each other, they would all die here, and the nation they were fighting over would be lost forever.
For the first time, a common belief united them.
"Kill him!"
"We have to kill him now!"
"This is our last chance!"
In an instant, hundreds of warriors from opposing factions turned as one, their combined killing intent focused solely on Tsukihiko.
As he continued to effortlessly dodge the lightning, Tsukihiko's expression finally turned stern. This was no ordinary storm. "It seems the so-called World Will has finally decided to intervene," he mused to himself. All of his actions had been within the established rules of this world, yet he was still met with direct resistance from the heavens.
Perhaps it was because his victory would mean the complete extinction of humanity. That was a future that not only Chinami and her allies could not accept, but one that the very consciousness of the world could not allow to happen.
"But… it doesn't matter."
A radiant, chilling smile spread across his face.
"Because this is still within my original plan."
Reorganizing the Twelve Kizuki, unleashing chaos in Tokyo, destroying the Ubuyashiki clan, and settling his scores with the Demon Slayer Corps—every step had gone according to plan. The only slight surprise was that the World Will had chosen to interfere so directly.
"There are two paths to transcendence," he thought, his smile widening. "One can establish an empire and pass down their will through generations. Or one can achieve immortality through great deeds and words, passing it down through family. But it seems that establishing a nation purely of demons in this world is not a viable path."
With that final thought, his plan shifted into its final phase. He raised his hands, and the blood within him began to surge.
BOOM!
This time, he didn't dodge. A massive bolt of divine lightning struck him head-on. A brilliant flash of light erupted, so bright that it forced everyone to shield their eyes. When the light faded, they expected to see nothing but ash. Instead, Tsukihiko stood in the center of a smoldering crater, completely unharmed.
"Since it is my blood," he said softly, a faint arc on his lips, "it is time for you to return it."
A strange hum filled the air. All at once, the bodies of the Twelve Kizuki, who were still fighting on the battlefield, began to flicker and turn translucent. The source of their incredible power, their Blood Demon Art, was the blood they had received from him. Now, he was calling in his debt.
"What… no… what's happening!?" a demon cried out in confusion.
"I don't know… My body… I can feel it melting away!"
Upper Rank One, Kokushibo, simply closed his six eyes. "It seems this is our ultimate fate."
He felt the power inside him vanish, and in the next instant, his body dissolved into nothing.
Across Japan, the same phenomenon was occurring. The newly transformed demons, Kagaya Ubuyashiki and Amane, faded into the air. Kamado Nezuko, along with every other demon, met the same fate. The vast legions of demons and the cultists created by the Lower Moons, no matter where they were or what they were doing, simply evaporated.
All of that power, all of that blood, flowed back to its source. With each returning stream, Tsukihiko's own power expanded, growing more terrifying with every passing moment.
"No… this can't be…"
"Is his power… going to transcend dimensions!?"
When Tsukihiko opened his eyes again, they were completely devoid of emotion. His sharp, cold gaze swept across the land, seeing everything and feeling nothing.
"The strong destroy the old world," he declared, his voice a flat, omnipotent monotone.
"Great men create the new world."
He swept his palm out in a simple, dismissive gesture. Before him, every last one of his enemies—the Priest Clan, the Onmyoji, the Imperial guards—crumbled into dust and scattered on the wind.
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