In the Wanjie chat group, the early morning buzzed with chatter.
Ninja Scientist: "@ChuDashan, how's your world these days? The videos I saw are incredible. Strange flowers, exotic fruits... Looks like you're about to ascend!"
Chu Dashan: "⊙▽⊙ Hehe, I hope so! I just accepted a little brother today — a golden calf! I killed dozens of strange beasts, absorbed a ton of pollen...
I swear, I feel like I could punch through a 100-meter mountain with one fist!
Wooo... meeting the Eternal God saved my life! Otherwise, surviving in this new world would have been hell!"
Somewhere in Taihang Mountain, Chu Xuanfeng looked at his chat interface while petting the bruised but obedient golden calf beside him.
They were camped under a newly sprouted floating banyan tree the size of a skyscraper.
Li Er: "You kid kept asking what sacrifices were good... aren't those strange beasts the best sacrifices now?
Find a strong one, offer it to the Eternal God — you'll soar like a rocket!"
Demon Sword Spirit: "Exactly! (≧▽≦) Remember, even Ninja Scientist sacrificed his pet. Poor little thing became divine energy."
Chu Dashan: "Σ(っД;)っ That's wild… Thanks, Brother Li! You're all amazing!"
Li Er: "Heh, it's nothing. We're all comrades under God now. Honestly, I wish I had strange beasts to offer. Right now, I'm stuck expanding the temples and hunting for pretty girls to sacrifice. sigh"
Chu Dashan: "How many temples have you built now?"
Li Er: "Not many... only fifty so far. (￣▽￣) Waiting until I hit a hundred to hold a grand national memorial service for the Eternal God!"
In his own world, Li Shimin smiled proudly.
Not only had he incorporated half a kingdom into the faith already, but even the mighty Song Que had willingly offered his daughter, Song Yuzhi, as a future saintess.
A true, strategic victory.
Young Master Murong: "You guys are so fast...
I just finished subduing the Dali Kingdom. We're building temples too, but these local craftsmen are horrendous! I had to personally teach them altar crafting techniques."
Li Er: "Haha, that's rough. But good job, Murong!"
Young Master Murong: "By the way, where's that new kid, Tanjirou?
Feels like he's been lurking quietly these days."
Tanjirou: ＾-＾) "Sorry, everyone! I've been too busy killing ghosts recently... barely had time to check the group."
Demon Sword Spirit: "Eek... ghosts! So scary! (Shivering.jpg)"
Li Er: "Pfft, says the sword spirit who's technically half-ghost herself."
Demon Sword Spirit: "(＞人＜;) Uh... you're right. Nevermind then."
Tanjirou: "Haha, no worries, Sister Spirit.
By the way, the ghosts in my world aren't spirits — they're humans transformed into demons by another monster."
Tanjirou uploaded a short video clip.
The members watched attentively.
A grotesque humanoid demon screeched in the dark forest, its body grotesquely mutated, its speed and strength far beyond human limits.
Demon Sword Spirit: "Uwah...! That's a demon!? It's like a zombie, but way faster and deadlier!"
Tanjirou: "Yeah... my sister was like that once.
But thanks to the Eternal God's blessing, she's fully human again."
He bowed deeply through the screen.
Tanjirou: "Right now, the Demon Slayer Corps is building an altar made of sunstones to properly worship the Eternal God.
Without His help, we would've been wiped out by now."
For Peace: "Good! You're a fine young man who knows gratitude. I'm optimistic about you."
For Peace uploaded a guide to training three-color haki (domineering techniques).
Tanjirou: "Hi! Thank you very much! I'll definitely master it!"
Meanwhile, in the Demon Slayer World...
BOOM.
A crash shook the quiet halls of Muzan Kibutsuji — Ghost King of the Demon World.
Fragments of shattered glass twinkled in the moonlight as Muzan stood there, hand bleeding from crushing a laboratory flask.
His crimson pupils burned with wrath.
Another death.
Another failure.
His fingers twitched uncontrollably.
"...Dead." Muzan hissed through clenched teeth.
"The Fifth Upper Moon — Gyokko — slain.
By a mere human."
For hundreds of years, the Twelve Kizuki, especially the Upper Moons, had been invincible.
Ghost Slayers could barely scratch them.
But now?
Killed by a child!
"Useless... a bunch of garbage..." Muzan snarled, his handsome face twisting hideously.
CRACK.
The marble floor beneath him splintered from the pressure of his rage.
Before he could process Gyokko's death, a new wave of agony slammed into him.
A second death notice.
Daki — the Sixth Upper Moon — obliterated.
Gone.
Her soul wiped from existence before she could even send a warning.
"WHAT—"
Muzan's fury boiled over into madness.
He had no time to mourn before a third death tremor shattered his mind.
Half-day-dog — the Fourth Upper Moon — dead!
BOOM.
Another explosion.
Entire laboratories collapsed under his uncontrolled power.
Muzan stood there, blood dripping from his palms, chest heaving like a rabid beast.
He roared into the empty night.
"WHO!?
WHO GAVE THEM SUCH POWER!?"
There were no marks.
No mysterious breathing techniques.
Only overwhelming, pure might.
Somewhere... somehow...
The Ghost Slayer Corps had evolved.
And they were killing his elite warriors like squashing ants.
Back in the Ghost Slayer Corps Headquarters.
Tanjirou stood respectfully alongside Giyuu Tomioka and the other Hashira as the sunstones were carefully being shaped into an altar.
With the first light of the Eternal God's faith descending into their world, even the centuries-long night felt thinner.
Tanjirou glanced at the sky, hands clasped together.
"Lord Eternal... please continue watching over us.
We will offer sacrifices, we will build temples, we will spread Your name — and we will destroy Muzan."
Meanwhile, Muzan's anger did not fade.
He roared to the nearest windings: "Mobilize everyone! Hunt those slayers down! Bring me their corpses!"
The three surviving Upper Moons — Kokushibo, Akaza, and Douma — opened their eyes simultaneously.
The hunt had begun.
And the world would soon drown in blood.
Or so Muzan thought.
Because he didn't know —
The gods had already intervened.
And the world he once ruled...
Was slipping beyond his grasp.