novel-bin Chapter 57 The Qiongqi Path: All Lead to the Same Destination
Chapter 57 The Qiongqi Path: All Lead to the Same Destination
Chapter 57 The Qiongqi Path: All Lead to the Same Destination
Such a huge blue stone is many times larger than the boulder that Tanjiro split in the "Kyogiri Mountain". The fact that such a blue stone could be split open with such a smooth cut shows the strength of the person who did it.
He even suspected that Tanjuro Kamado had already entered the legendary "Transparent World." Once he reached the "Transparent World," even if Tanjuro Kamado had never encountered a demon, he could still see that he was different from ordinary people.
After all, in a "transparent world," one can easily see the blood flow on the other side, and even the slightest breath can be clearly seen.
"We still need to be careful."
Thinking of Kamado Tanjuro, Su Mu felt somewhat wary. He had originally planned to go directly to his door, but now it seemed that it was too dangerous.
Moreover, he came here only to find the blue spider lily, and did not necessarily have to visit the place.
After taking a quick look at the house with its lights still on in the distance, Su Mu, carrying Kanao on his back, quickly bypassed the area and headed towards the back mountain behind the house.
Kanao's pinkish-purple eyes were wide open as she tried to find the flowers around her in the soft moonlight.
Most of the flowers had been picked by my uncle along the way, and only those flowers that were not picked could be the blue spider lilies that my uncle was looking for.
"The blue spider lily is a flower that only blooms during the day; it shouldn't be found at night."
Sensing Kanao's seriousness, Su Mu said in a low voice.
"Once daytime arrives, I'm sure I'll be able to help Uncle find it."
Kanao gritted her teeth, her face resolute.
"it is good."
Su Mu nodded, carrying Kanao on his back as he walked. Soon, he saw piles of graves in front of him. Some of these graves were new, some even recently built, while others were old, with the marks on the stone tablets gradually fading with the passage of time.
Su Mu carried Kanao on his back as they walked silently past the graves, looking at them.
Each stone tablet basically bears the surname "Kamamon," indicating that this was likely the burial place of the "Kamamon" family after their deaths.
The newest cemetery plot still has incense and candles lit, suggesting that someone has recently paid their respects there.
Kanao also looked at the grave mounds with curiosity.
Soon Su Mu stopped in front of a grave that was clearly very old, but which had been cleaned regularly.
This tomb, probably located in the very center of all the tombs, seems to be of the highest or oldest status.
He put Kanao down from his back and walked to the tombstone of the grave. The inscription on the tombstone had long since become blurred with the passage of time.
However, although the name of the person buried was blurred, it could still be barely discerned.
"poetry"
The characters must have been carved stroke by stroke with a sword. Looking at the characters, even across the vast expanse of time, the simple carving still gives one a sense of sharpness.
It's clear that this person is a master swordsman.
"If I remember correctly, Yoriichi Tsugikuni's wife's name was 'Poetry,' right?"
In front of the grave of "Shi", there is also a tombstone, but it is a nameless tombstone. However, the one who can be buried with "Shi" is probably the legendary Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
A person whom Muzan Kibutsuji has feared for centuries.
Even now, Muzan Kibutsuji still harbors fear of Yoriichi Tsugikuni's sword strike from years ago, and cannot forget it despite the passage of time.
Su Mu carefully examined the tombstone and saw several lines of small characters on it, which seemed to have been carved with a sword. Even at a glance, it gave people a sense of inexplicable grandeur.
Those who explore the path to its fullest extent will ultimately find the same destination.
The simple handwriting seems to tell the story of the spiritual insights of this person named Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
Looking at these words, Su Mu silently closed his eyes, feeling that they contained an unparalleled understanding of swordsmanship, and even a very high artistic conception. However, he silently pondered for a long time, but gained nothing.
Clearly, one cannot truly understand the meaning of this sentence without reaching a certain level of swordsmanship and standing at a certain height.
Opening his eyes and looking at the words on it, Su Mu was somewhat disappointed. After all, this was the person who had instilled fear in Muzan Kibutsuji for thousands of years, just by mentioning his name.
It's an existence that breaks through the ceiling of this world.
If we can learn even a little bit, that would be great.
However, this is clearly wishful thinking.
But, in truth, even such a powerful swordsman could not escape the ravages of time. Now, he has turned into nothing more than a handful of dust, leaving little trace in this world.
Once someone dies, they are truly gone. No matter how powerful a person was, once they die, all traces of their past will be gradually and completely erased from this world until they cease to exist.
Muzan Kibutsuji, terrified by Yoriichi Tsugikuni, continues to rule the darkness of this world, plunging countless people into fear and despair.
Beside her, Kanao tilted her head, looked at the words on it, then looked up at her uncle, and then, just like her uncle, silently closed her eyes. Then, she opened her eyes, tilted her head, and looked at her uncle with a face full of doubt.
Seeing Kanao's actions, Su Mu couldn't help but laugh. He gently pinched the girl's nose, and then the two of them, one human and one ghost, began searching for flowers in this graveyard.
In the pitch-black night, two figures, one large and one small, wandered the graveyard, their presence adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere, especially against the extremely dim and chilling moonlight.
Not far from the cemetery, a house still had its lights on, and the room was very clean.
A woman wearing a purple coat and a white collared long dress, with a gentle and beautiful demeanor, looked at the man lying on the bed with a face full of worry and fear.
Beside the woman were a sensible boy and a well-behaved girl.
"Cough cough————"
The man coughed violently, looking at his wife with guilt, then at his sensible child beside him, his eyes filled with worry.
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"I'm afraid I'm not going to make it."
The man whispered, feeling his life force slowly slipping away, his whole being like a deflated balloon, rapidly weakening.
"Tanjuro, you'll get better. Tomorrow, I'll go to town again to find a doctor. The doctor will definitely have a solution."
""
The woman stepped forward, her face already streaked with tears: "You were so healthy before, you'll definitely get better, you'll definitely get better."
Tanjuro Kamado shook his head, feeling the changes in his body. He sighed, with a hint of resentment, "It's not getting better. Seeing a doctor won't help. Don't waste your money."
Before the woman could say anything more, the man coughed violently again, and his sensible and obedient daughter immediately patted her father's back.
"cough----"
Tanjuro Kamado coughed again, looking at his daughter who was gently patting his back, his eyes filled with pity: "If I'm gone, Nezuko, as the eldest daughter, you must help take care of your younger brother and sister—"
"I will, Father."
"cough----"
Tanjuro Kamado coughed again, and with some difficulty, took off the earring he was wearing on his earlobe, then waved to his son who was standing beside him.
"Tanjiro, these are the sun-shaped earrings passed down through generations of the Kamado family. Now, they are passed on to you. You are the eldest son of the family. From today onwards, you are no longer a child. You must take on the responsibility of this family like a man—and, don't forget to breathe."
"Father, I will."
Tanjiro was in tears.
The man looked at the woman one last time, with so much to say and so much guilt in his heart. In the end, he could only whisper, "Aoi, from now on—you'll suffer."