Tracing the Origins of the Sun's Breath

Chapter 95 Tracing the Origins of the Sun's Breath

"Let me introduce myself, Uonuma Usui," Muzan said coldly.

Kokushibo's six eyes twitched slightly, as if he had heard the name before: "Is it the legendary Juhonsho from the Bakumatsu period, the one who killed countless people and lost his eyes?"

"I thought their generation should have all died out long ago."

"He died, yet he has come back to life, Prince Kokushibo."

The blind ghost let out a soft laugh, a laugh as desolate as a cicada's cry in late autumn: "I am now nothing more than a blind ghost in the countryside of Kyushu, passing the time listening to the heartbeats of the dying."

He should have been stabbed through the heart and perished in the flames.

However, his pure evil soul, which indiscriminately slaughtered innocents and acted recklessly, eventually attracted Muzan Kibutsuji, who was traveling around in search of the Blue Spider Lily.

"A human ghost that has lost its eyes but can sense murderous intent through its heartbeat? This extreme obsession with survival is truly wonderful."

Muzan gave him a second life, and also gave him cursed power that surpassed the limits of humanity.

For decades, Uonuma Usui has lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests of Kyushu, feeding on those humans who call themselves swordsmen, and quietly listening in the darkness as their hearts stop beating in despair.

"Stop talking nonsense, Uonuma." Muzan interrupted impatiently, "I dragged you back from a fatal injury, not so you could freeload."

"Yes, everything is as you wish, sir..."

Muzan reached out his hand, and Uonuma obediently knelt in front of him, slamming the short spear heavily onto the wooden floor.

As Muzan watched Uonuma slowly drink the blood he had ripped out, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Uonuma, do you know that as a god, I can hear your thoughts?"

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Uonuma remained silent, greedily absorbing every drop of demon blood.

"I don't know what kind of person this 'Zhizhi Xiong' in your mind is, but you'd better not compare me to him or fantasize about any possibility of replacing me."

"Now is a time when we need manpower. I'm only reminding you this once; this is a one-time exception."

"Yes, sir..."

Uonuma Usui humbly withdrew, his thoughts clearly heard by Muzan: "Lord Shishio...you see, no matter how this world changes, it ultimately returns to the origin of the law of the jungle."

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"I will become much stronger than you, and in the end, I will devour all the strong..."

Unbridled greed and ambition, completely oblivious to the power gap between themselves and those in power, always fantasizing about opportunities to betray...

What a disgusting obsession... but that's also why Muzan chose to save this person.

He always felt that one could not progress if one was in a state of being devoid of joy or sorrow, like Douma.

As a demon, one must have a constant driving force to propel oneself forward.

Just like Akaza... Damn Akaza.

Thinking about this, Muzan became somewhat out of control, the veins on his brow throbbed again, and he irritably sized up the demons in front of him.

Thus, the new Upper Moon June was officially reshaped in the bloody feast of the Infinite City.

Upper Moon One: Black Death Beam.

Upper Moon Two - Half-Heavenly Dog.

Upper Moon Three - Jade Pot.

Upper Moon 4: Nakime.

Upper Moon Five - Fish Marsh Umizu.

And Upper Moon Six - Kaigaku.

As Muzan looked at this new group composed of remnants of the old era, traitors of the new era, and mutated monsters, the gloom in his heart dissipated slightly.

"As for the rest of those guys..."

Muzan looked around the Infinity Castle, into every dark corner.

Countless low-level demons with bizarre shapes and mixed auras were whispering among themselves. They knelt on the ground, not even daring to look up at Muzan.

"Go, according to the established goal—to give those damned demon hunters a little surprise before the final battle!"

"I want to dye the night sky completely red!"

Clang!

The sound of the pipa rang out again, and all the evil spirits instantly vanished from their original positions, teleported to different combat zones.

They will serve as the initial cannon fodder in this final battle, drawing the attention of the Demon Slayer Corps and tolling the bell of destruction.

Meanwhile, in a natural hot spring located in the back mountains of Ubuyashiki territory.

After a long day of work, the Pillars, who knew nothing about Muzan's plans, were taking a break to relieve the fatigue from their intense training.

The air was thick with steam, and the white vapor obscured the view.

Kyojuro Rengoku's signature long, fiery hair stood out starkly against the water's surface.

"Hahaha! Asuka! Today's training was absolutely exhilarating!"

"Although my body can't quite handle my heart rate jumping to 200 beats per minute, it's so exhilarating! Hahaha!"

He let out a hearty laugh, which shook the water and caused ripples to spread across its surface.

Feiniao leaned against a blue stone at the edge of the hot spring, letting her short black hair get wet and stick to her forehead, closing her eyes to enjoy a rare moment of tranquility.

"Mr. Kyojuro, please don't talk loudly while soaking in the hot spring, or you'll suffer from oxygen deficiency," Tanjiro kindly reminded him.

He arrived at the Ubuyashiki mansion in the afternoon and joined the training camp.

At this moment, Shinazugawa Sanemi, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

His tone was as impatient as ever, but now there was a hint of trust in his eyes when he looked at the bird, a trust that he himself didn't even realize.

"Hey! Kid! What do you mean by this 'source-tracing breathing' you mentioned today?"

Upon hearing this, the other pillars also cast curious glances at him.

Today, while Asuka was trying to train to activate her markings, she mentioned this to several other swordsmen, but didn't go into much detail.

Asuka opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the hot spring, and said directly, "Then I'll get straight to the point. I plan to restore the Breath of the Sun."

"Sun Breathing?"

Most of the Pillars were hearing this term for the first time, except for Kyojuro Rengoku, who had previously read about it with Asuka in the Book of Flame Pillars.

"I believe that the five existing basic breathing techniques all contain at least one characteristic of the initial breathing, so I intend to reverse the process and recreate the initial breathing."

"This is outrageous!" Sanemi Shinazugawa's eyes were full of skepticism. "Breathing techniques are the culmination of countless predecessors over hundreds of years. You're trying to deduce them from one person's intuition?"

"It's not just me, it's us together." Asuka said firmly, "If we could kill Muzan by following the rules, he would have died long ago. Just because our predecessors couldn't learn a breathing technique doesn't mean we can't."

"Amitabha..." Even in the hot spring, Himejima Gyomei was still turning his prayer beads: "I understand Asuka's idea. If this is truly the only way to save all living beings, this humble monk is willing to cooperate fully."

"And then there's Tanjiro."

Asuka pointed to the bewildered Kamado boy: "According to a... reliable source, your Kagura earrings keep flashing back in Muzan's memories. I believe your Hinokami Kagura is also key to our restoration of Sun Breathing, and I hope you will join the Pillar training."

"Me?? But..."

Tanjiro wanted to say that he wasn't a Pillar-level swordsman and might be a hindrance, but Asuka ignored him.

He looked at Zenitsu Agatsuma, who was quietly dozing by the hot spring, and calmly said, "Also, given that Zenitsu Agatsuma only knows the First Form... I've decided to go to Momoyama to inquire about the Thunder Breathing Sword Form from former Sound Pillar Jigoro Kuwajima."

"—!! Are you going to see Grandpa?!"

Zenitsu could no longer pretend to be asleep and cried out in alarm.