Faced with the all-encompassing assault formed from pure malice, Sasuke's soul projection could not muster even a semblance of a defense.
He was now a mage with no mana, decked out in god-tier gear yet unable to cast so much as a fireball.
Meet it head-on? That would be suicide.
Muzan's phantom had clearly seen through this too, his face full of the mockery of a cat toying with a mouse. He would slowly, bit by bit, torment and crush this intruder who dared defy him.
Yet there was not a trace of fear or panic on Sasuke's face.
He simply watched the wildly laughing Muzan in silence, his gaze even carrying a hint of pity.
A god?
You think you're worthy of that?
You've never even seen what a real god looks like, yet here you are spouting nonsense. You don't even... understand what "powerful" truly means.
"You think this is your world?"
Sasuke spoke slowly, his voice quiet but cutting clearly through Muzan's storm of malice.
"No."
"This is Tanjiro's world."
The instant before those black blades touched his soul, Sasuke closed his eyes.
Rather than draw on his long-depleted ocular power, he sank his consciousness into the sea of his own memories.
He cast his last, and gentlest, genjutsu.
A genjutsu that needed no chakra, only "memories" to activate.
The next second, a soft light tore through the middle of this despairing, pitch-black world of bones and blood.
It was no world-destroying ninjutsu.
It was a long corridor made up of countless scenes of light and shadow.
[Genjutsu: Bond Corridor].
The instant Muzan's attacks touched that light, they let out shrill shrieks like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, then melted away without a sound.
For the first time, astonishment appeared on his face.
Within the