As he spoke, Shinri Masato patted the "Gyokko's Ice Sculpture".
Then, the ice sculpture began to gradually disappear.
"I'm leaving."
Take care.
With a wave, Doma watched Shinri Masato leave.
Then he turned to look at the door.
"Mister Scribe, how I long to see you, but unfortunately, it's not the right time yet."
A hint of disappointment appeared on Doma's face, and he then spoke.
"Nakime, teleport me away."
After speaking, Doma's figure disappeared from the spot.
After a long time, the light from the door suddenly became dazzling.
Afterwards, the Scribe and the others walked out of the door and returned to the Infinity Castle.
Where are we?
Kyojuro and the others were somewhat puzzled. After they stepped through the gate, they found themselves in the mountain, and had never been here before.
"This is the Infinity Castle."
"Infinity Castle?"
"Yes, of course, you can call this place the 'Demon's Abode'."
The Scribe looked around and spoke slowly.
"Now, Muzan and the other demons should be here."
Upon hearing this, a swordsman immediately exclaimed excitedly.
"Really? Then let's hurry up and kill Muzan."
"No."
The Scribe rejected his suggestion, explaining.
"Think carefully about where you ended up after you stepped into this door."
"It was a mountain, and now we've arrived at this 'Infinity Castle'."
As soon as the swordsman finished speaking, Kyojuro seemed to understand something.
"Mister Scribe, do you mean that others might also..."
"If they were similar to, or even stronger than, the opponents you faced, how many do you think would survive?"
Upon Scribe this, Kyojuro and the others recalled the terror of Gyokko and Hantengu.
If Upper Rank Four and Upper Rank Five are this strong, then how powerful must the top three Upper Rank be?
"So what should we do?"
"Go find it."
"Try to find?"
The Scribe nodded and said.
"The sun had already risen outside before we passed through the door. If the demons want to continue fighting, they can only set up the battlefield in this Infinity Castle."
"Next, we need to find the sound."
"Where there are sounds of battle, there are probably swordsmen."
Upon hearing this, Kyojuro and the others immediately nodded.
"Go."
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe turned his back.
"I'll wait here; that guy's coming."
The Scribe's tone was so resolute that when Kanroji Mitsuri tried to speak, she was met with a serious face.
"Let's go. The battles to come are not for you to participate in."
Mitsuri bowed slightly, then followed Kyojuro and the others away.
The surroundings fell silent once again.
The Scribe sat upright in the center of a platform, his eyes closed.
Before long, a figure came running from afar.
The mere act of rising and falling is enough to leave a large hole in the platform.
"Bang!"
After a long-distance jump, the figure landed on the platform where the Scribe was.
"You're very strong. Come and fight me."
The Scribe didn't speak, but silently opened his eyes.
His eyes were not filled with fighting spirit, but with an unusual gentleness.
He recognized the ghost in front of him, or more accurately, the boy in front of him.
Even after hundreds of years, the scenes of their time together are still vivid in my mind.
Answer me!
Seeing that the Scribe had not responded for a long time, the figure let out an angry roar and slammed his fist on the ground.
A large amount of gravel flew out and splashed towards the Scribe.
The Scribe didn't move at all, even though he could have simply turned to the side to dodge it.
He let the pebbles hit him and then fall.
"Speak, speak, speak!"
The figure became enraged again, and this time, it grabbed a rock the size of a human head.
With a forceful throw, the stone arced through the air and struck the Scribe in the face.
With a bang, it shattered, and a trickle of blood flowed down the Scribe's forehead.
The scent of Rare Blood filled the air, making the figure even more excited.
Why aren't you saying anything?!
"Because I thought and thought, but I didn't know what to say."
The Scribe suddenly spoke, stood up, and said gently.
"It's been a long time, Hakuji."
Chapter 620 I am your master
On the other side of the Infinity Castle, Asatsuru knelt helplessly on the ground.
Standing before her were her demonized parents.
Maple and Futaba.
Asatsuru successfully escaped on the night the Soryu Dojo was destroyed.
But a few nights later, Feng and Futaba found her again and successfully captured her.
However, they did not kill Asatsuru as they had said when they destroyed the dojo.
Instead, he led her through a door and into the Infinity Castle.
"My lord, I have destroyed the Soryu Dojo as you requested."
Feng bowed slightly and said.
"But I don't understand why you spared Asatsuru's life."
The one whom Kaede called "Master" was actually Upper Rank Three, Shinri Masato!
In response to Feng's question, the Master slowly spoke.
"Because she is still useful."
"Not just to me, but to you all, and even more so to him."
After hearing what the real person said, Feng was even more confused.
"Who is he?"
"Your ancestor, Hakuji, was the former master of the Soryu Dojo."
On the Scribe's side.
"Hakuji? Who is Hakuji?"
The figure made a questioning sound, as if asking the Scribe, or perhaps asking itself.
The image of Upper Rank Three etched in his eyes testifies to his past glory, but the two diagonal lines on the lettering hint at his tragic fate.
He is the former Upper Rank Three, Akaza.
It was also the boy Hakuji whom the Scribe had met hundreds of years ago.
"Of course I'm talking about you. I don't know another Hakuji besides you."
"I am Akaza, not the Hakuji you know."
As he spoke, Akaza assumed a fighting stance.
"Now that you've spoken, let's fight."
The Scribe smiled slightly and stood up.
Then, he adopted the same fighting stance as Akaza.
Akaza's pupils contracted slightly, as if he hadn't expected the human before him to use the same technology as himself.
"I was curious at first, so I took a few more glances and learned a little bit."
Shrugging, the Scribe bent his palm and said.
"Come on, let me see how much you've improved over the years."
As soon as he finished speaking, Akaza rushed out.
This attack did not use Blood Demon Art.
Akaza wanted the humans before him to know that his technology was the strongest.
His right fist slammed out with a piercing explosion, striking the Scribe's chest.
But before his fist could touch it, the Scribe's arm rose first.
The moment their arms touched, the Scribe shifted his body to one side, his right arm exerting a slight force.
Akaza felt a powerful force come from him, and then he was slammed to the ground.
With a thud, he slammed his head to the ground.
"How is this possible?"
A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he did a backflip to stand up again.
Then look at the Scribe; she's struck the same pose as before.
"What technology did you just use?"
"The true teachings of the Soryu Dojo: Daryu."
After answering the question, the Scribe continued.
"You have forgotten most of what you have learned, and all that remains is the desire to fight and kill."
"You are too weak right now."