Two Dreams

"Powerful, yet possessing its own emotions."

"Scribe, you have already surpassed everyone else."

At this moment, the Scribe had already raised the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

Looking at the brain food just a few meters away, he gently waved his hand.

In an instant, a fiery red blade flashed past.

The brain, already severely damaged, had no way to escape.

He could only watch as the blade flew towards him.

Just then, a portal suddenly appeared.

It happened to be blocking the way for the brain food.

The blade flashed past, entered the spatial portal, and disappeared.

Upon seeing this, Brain Food was immediately puzzled.

The same applies to Kokushibo.

Only the Scribe understood something the moment he saw the portal.

The Blood Demon Art before us is the very one that Shinri Keito used back then.

With Huiren dead and the entire Shinri Family wiped out.

There is only one option that can enable the Blood Demon Art.

"Kibutsuji Muzan!"

Amidst the roar, a figure leaped out of the portal.

The body made of ice crystals exploded instantly.

It turned into countless frosts, enveloping the Scribe.

"Hurry up and come in."

Muzan's voice came from the portal.

The excited brain food instantly transformed into a stream of light and rushed towards the spatial portal.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the crowd.

The next second, a flash of light appeared.

The seemingly solid spatial door shattered instantly.

"They escaped?"

"Never mind, it doesn't matter."

"We'll settle accounts with those two sooner or later."

The Scribe emerged from the frost.

Judging from his appearance, he wasn't hurt at all.

After the brain food escaped, he turned to look at Kokushibo.

Aren't you going to run away?

There's no need for that.

Kokushibo shook his head.

"I'm getting tired of running away again and again."

"It's fine to take care of it here."

"Scribe, come here."

As he spoke, Kokushibo aimed the Void Cry God Departure the Scribe.

"This is my last battle."

The Scribe was about to speak.

But then I suddenly sensed something.

He immediately turned around and charged towards Kokushibo.

On the other side, the brain-eating creature that had escaped death was thanking Muzan.

"Sir, thank you, thank you so much."

"If it weren't for you, I would have died at the hands of the Scribe."

"At that time, your most sincere..."

Before he could finish speaking, Muzan interrupted him.

"No need to say so much."

"I'm asking you."

"How is your digestion of the Dichai's flesh and blood going?"

Upon hearing this, Brain Food paused slightly.

He then said.

"I've already digested 50% of it."

"The ability has been extracted; all that's left is to spend time."

Upon hearing this, Muzan continued.

"So, even if you die right now, it won't be a problem?"

"Is that so..."

I responded instinctively.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Brain Food sensed that something was wrong.

Standing beside him, Muzan exuded an unprecedented killing intent.

"Muzan... sir?"

"Brain Food, what's your take on the current situation?"

"Condition?"

Upon hearing Muzan's question, Brain Food forced himself to calm down.

"I have been Jikan the Scribe."

"Judging from the combat strength of both sides, we have virtually no chance of winning."

"The best way is to find a way to get him out of Infinity Castle and regroup."

Muzan clapped his hands.

"That's right, there's nothing wrong with your idea."

"But that's under normal circumstances."

"Actually, we have another option."

Upon hearing this, Brain Eater subconsciously took a few steps back.

The killing intent emanating from Muzan intensified.

"Another option is to create the strongest demon and fight the Scribe."

"Brain Food, since you know you angered the Scribe, then pay the price."

"Together with the Dichai, become my nourishment."

After he finished speaking, Muzan's arms turned into tentacles.

It transforms into a giant net, binding the brain food.

"Lord Muzan, you can't devour me!"

"I can offer you some advice!"

"I'm still useful!"

Muzan.

"You are indeed useful."

"But things are different now."

"I have obtained Dichai's 'Blood Progeny' and gained the power of the ghost."

"From this moment on, I alone will be all the ghosts!"

With Muzan scream, countless Blood Demon Art flew out from Muzan's body.

Doma's frost, Shinri Masato's twisted nature, and Hantengu's Wood Dragon.

Brain Food even saw Kokushibo's slash within it.

"What... what is this... monster..."

The moment such a thought arose in his mind, his brain was shattered by countless Blood Demon Art.

Amidst a rain of blood, Muzan's tentacles pounced, licking everything in their path.

"Hang in there a little longer."

"If I just hold on a little longer, I can evolve again."

"By then, even if Yoriichi were to be resurrected, he would still be no match for me."

In the empty Infinity Castle, Muzan's loud laughter echoed.

On the other side.

"Bang"

Kokushibo was kicked in the abdomen and sent flying backward.

The Void Cry God Departure in his hand had already been severed.

It broke in two and fell to the ground.

As soon as he stood up, the Scribe appeared beside him.

He held his Nichirin Blade horizontally against his neck.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Looking down, Kokushibo stared at the Nichirin Blade burning with flames.

"You and Yoriichi are so alike."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared.

The next second, a pillar of blood shot into the sky.

At that moment, Kokushibo's head also detached.

Chapter 662 Two Dreams

Tsugikuni Michikatsu had two dreams.

Two completely opposite dreams.

In the first dream, he was not a good older brother.

She was extremely jealous of her Tsugikuni Yoriichi's, talent.

Upon learning that Yoriichi was to be sent to a temple, she felt even more delighted.

Unfortunately, Yoriichi did not go to the temple as his father instructed.

However, he still disappeared from his own world.

Over the next decade or so, Katsumi continued to improve under his father's guidance.