The golden light on the altar lasted for an entire day and night.
The wind on the Wasteland blew nonstop from the south, carrying a salty, fishy smell. It made Kikyo's Miko robes snap in the wind and sent Sakura's long hair flying through the air.
Kikyo knelt in the center of the altar, both hands pressed to the ground, her palms against the golden Talisman patterns.
Spiritual Power flowed endlessly from her body like a river that would never run dry, spreading across the entire altar along the Talisman patterns.
The Talismans on all twelve stone pillars had lit up.
The ancient words carved into the stone gave off a warm golden glow under the infusion of Spiritual Power, shrouding the entire altar in sacred radiance.
Sakura sat beside the Black Longsword, both hands pressed against its blade. The small white light in her palms had not gone out.
Her face was pale.
Continuously pouring out Spiritual Power for a day and night was an enormous burden on her body.
The Demonic Power inside her churned madly, trying to share her burden, but Spiritual Power and Demonic Power were fundamentally different. Demonic Power could not directly replace Spiritual Power and enter the sword.
All she could do was grit her teeth and endure.
"Big sister..."
Saku sat at the edge of the altar, clutching her doll as she watched Sakura's back with reddened eyes.
Her sensing ability had remained fully activated. She could feel Sakura's Spiritual Power dwindling bit by bit, like a cup slowly being emptied.
Inuyasha stood outside the altar, the Red Fang Blade gripped in his hand as crimson light flickered across his body.
His task was the most straightforward—and the most dangerous.
Since yesterday morning, more than a dozen waves of demons had been drawn