Defeating Doma, Facing Kokushibo (Continued)
Hakuji, having entered this field, has also successfully gained his own recognition.
"I really want to fight you again now."
"It's a pity that the opportunity is gone."
Kokushibo glanced at it, then turned to look behind him.
There, the icy blue of the sky is dissipating.
The red light reappeared.
The Scribe is coming soon.
With that thought in mind, Kokushibo took a step and walked in that direction.
Hakuji, who Muzan temporarily repelled Muzan, instantly grew a head.
After feeling the changes in his body, he realized that what he had just seen was a revolving lantern.
If I don't remember the Scribe, the final result will be that I will return to the Akaza I used to live in.
Startled, Hakuji also felt himself becoming stronger.
"Is this... the Supreme Domain?"
With his fists clenched, he was eager to fight Kokushibo again.
But the latter has disappeared without a trace.
"Never mind, let's go find the Mister Scribe first."
With some concerns in his heart, Hakuji ultimately abandoned his plan to fight.
They ran towards the distance.
Muzan watched Hakuji leave without stopping him.
He heard a sound.
The voice came from the Infinity Castle.
"Dichai!"
"You actually dare to come back."
Facing Muzan's rage, Dichai said somewhat indifferently.
"Muzan, I've come to tell you something."
"How about we cooperate?"
"If you agree, please come in."
As he spoke, a crack appeared in front of Muzan.
"You can actually control the Infinity Castle?"
Where did Nakime go?
Dichai replied.
"Of course I ate it."
Hearing this answer, Muzan was not angry.
Instead, he stood still and pondered for a moment.
Ultimately, he chose to step into the crack.
After Muzan was brought into the Infinity Castle, the cracks gradually disappeared.
Meanwhile, Kokushibo had arrived at the site of the explosion.
The closer you get to the center, the weaker the biting cold becomes.
A scorching heat came over me, like the sun in the sky.
Driven by his demonic instincts, Kokushibo wanted to leave.
But the instinct of a martial artist tells him that he must move forward.
Feeling conflicted, he arrived at the center.
As soon as I arrived, I saw the Scribe standing there.
Not far away, there is also Doma.
As for Shinri Masato and Brain Food, they have disappeared.
The Scribe glanced at Kokushibo, said nothing, and then looked at Doma again.
Doma in very bad condition at this time.
Although the body can still maintain a human form, it is covered with cracks.
Every now and then, ice crystals would fall from her body.
The aura it emitted was also extremely weak.
"It seems I still haven't been able to do it."
Doma sighed.
"Can't even manage to die together?"
He would never forget what he had just witnessed.
After the ice crystals enveloped the Scribe, a red light emanated from her body.
Then the ice crystals melted, turning into large puddles of water that flowed out.
The Scribe walked out like that.
It wasn't a serious injury; there weren't even many wounds on its body.
Doma unleashed an explosion with almost all his might, but it only managed to restrain the Scribe for less than a minute.
"Finally, is there anything you'd like to say?"
Looking at the increasingly weak Doma, the Scribe said coldly.
"I can give you a chance to leave your last words."
"Last words?"
"Doma murmured."
"Well then, I'd like to ask a question."
"Mister Scribe, what kind of person would I be if I could understand human emotions?"
"What kind of path will I be on when we meet again?"
Upon hearing this, the Scribe shook his head slightly.
"I have no idea."
"Doma, what you do and what kind of person you become is none of anyone else's business."
"It was my own choice."
After listening, Doma silent.
After a long while, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"I see, I understand now."
"I think I know what it means to regret something."
"Unfortunately, it's too late."
The Scribe nodded and said.
"Yes, it's too late."
After saying that, he swung his Nichirin Blade.
The blazing blade light sliced through the earth, engulfing Doma's body.
Amidst the raging flames, the figure gradually melted away.
"If there is an afterlife, I truly hope that I can be a normal person."
After leaving behind these words, Doma's figure disappeared into the flames.
The Upper Rank Two the Twelve Kizuki, the leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult.
Doma, death.
"I thought you would just kill Doma."
Kokushibo spoke, looking at the Scribe.
"Do you have an extreme hatred for ghosts?"
"It's not Doma's fault that he was born unable to understand human emotions."
The Scribe turned to look at Kokushibo.
"But Doma chose that path."
"Kokushibo, what are you doing here?"
Kokushibo replied.
"Even now, you still refuse to call me 'Uncle-Master'?"
"My martial uncle is Tsugikuni Michikatsu."
He raised his Nichirin Blade, pointing the tip at Kokushibo.
"Instead of Upper Rank One's Kokushibo."
Kokushibo remained silent.
After a few minutes, he finally spoke.
"Your understanding of the Moon Breathing is spot on."
"Next, I hope you can use the power of Moon Breathing."
"And I will do my utmost."
After speaking, before the Scribe could reply, Kokushibo drew his sword and swung it.
"Dark Moon Night Palace"
A cold, sharp light flashed, and countless crescent-shaped slashes flew out.
With a piercing whooshing sound, it slashed towards the Scribe.
"Let me see the strength of the successor of Sun Breathing!"
"Let me see the strength of Yoriichi's successor!"
The Scribe's forehead bulged with a blue vein as he shouted loudly.
You are not worthy to mention that name!
After an angry roar, the Scribe also swung his sword.
The same cold, sharp glint of a blade.
But its power surpasses that of Kokushibo.
Two almost identical sword techniques collided.
The force of the explosion shattered the ice crystals on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, two blurry figures rushed forward amidst the falling ice crystals.
The weapons were swung out and clashed.
This is a battle between two generations of Moon Breathing users.
It is a battle between creators and inheritors.
It is also a battle that transcends the past and the present.