Demon Slayer: Tanjiro becomes a ghost, Nezuko becomes a pillar!

Chapter 136 A Burning Heart

Nightmare reluctantly withdrew from Zenitsu Agatsuma's utterly absurd dream.

His pale, sickly face was filled with undisguised speechlessness and irritation, and his eyes, etched with the markings of Lower Moon One, were filled with contempt for Lower Moon Two's foolish actions.

He shook his hand and muttered in a disgusted tone, as if he had been tainted by some unsavory filth.

"What an incredibly stupid bunch. If it weren't for the fact that this mission still needs the help of trash like you, I would like to get rid of you useless things for Lord Muzan right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, the supreme figure of Muzan Kibutsuji naturally appeared in Yeonmu's mind.

The initial irritation vanished instantly, replaced by an almost obsessive fervor and devotion.

He slowly opened his arms and gently embraced the empty void in front of the car, a sickly yet gentle smile playing on his lips, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and adoration.

"Ah—what an enchanting figure, what a supreme being. To be able to follow Lord Muzan is the most beautiful and eternal dream I have ever had in my life."

He was lost in his fervent admiration for Muzan for a moment before his peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at his feet.

Tanjiro had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, with the invisible flame that he feared still swirling around him.

Meanwhile, Inosuke, wearing a boar head mask, was fast asleep, tiny snot bubbles coming out of his nostrils, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Nightmare's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile as she slowly reached out, intending to personally destroy Inosuke's mental core and trap this wild and unruly brat in the dream forever.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch Inosuke, he suddenly sensed something amiss.

The Lower Moon Three has already entered the dream of that pillar.

Nightmare's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly stopped. After a moment's thought, she temporarily abandoned her plan to attack Inosuke.

He knew very well that the biggest threat and variable in this mission was never Tanjiro or Nezuko, but the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Even though all four Lower Moons received more blood from Muzan, their strength far surpassed their previous level, completely breaking away from the strength of the old Lower Moons.

The fear of the pillar, etched deep in his soul, has not dissipated in the slightest.

"Hmph, I'll lend you a hand for now. Don't let your insignificant incompetence completely ruin the task assigned by Lord Muzan."

Nightmare snorted coldly, ignoring Inosuke who was fast asleep at her feet, and immediately closed her eyes.

He separated a wisp of his spiritual energy and silently infiltrated Rengoku Kyojuro's dream, intending to join forces with Lower Moon Three to destroy the Flame Pillar's spiritual core in one fell swoop.

However, just as his spirit entered Kyojuro's dream, a violent and scorching flame swept towards him without warning!

Startled, Nightmare dared not be careless for a moment. Instantly, she rapidly expanded and thinned her spiritual body, narrowly avoiding the fierce flames.

Before he could regain his footing, a chilling aura suddenly enveloped him, pulling him into the shadows of a corner of the dream.

Nightmare was slightly taken aback. He looked up and saw Lower Moon Three making a shushing gesture at him with a look of utter shock and an extremely ugly expression.

Seeing this, Yanmeng suppressed her doubts and did not ask any further questions. Following Xiaxian San's gaze, she looked back in the direction from which the flames had come.

But what he saw before him startled even the usually morbidly calm Nightmare so much that he almost lost his composure.

Where the flames had just struck, there was now a vast and boundless world of fire.

Ablaze with crimson-gold flames, and lava flowed slowly across the ground.

Intensely hot.

Bright.

Scalding hot.

warmth.

The cluster of flames that had attacked him earlier slowly surveyed the void, and after confirming that there were no external threats, it obediently fell back into the magma on the ground, quietly lying dormant, without making any further moves.

"here it is……?"

Nightmare finally couldn't suppress her doubts and asked in a low voice.

Xia Yue San's face immediately turned angry. He lowered his voice and growled at him, his tone full of frustration and dissatisfaction.

"You created this dream with your own hands, and now you're asking me what this place is?!"

If it weren't for the fact that his Blood Demon Art was naturally imbued with a chilling attribute, which happened to be able to resist some of the burning flames, his spiritual body would probably have been severely injured by these terrifying flames the moment he stepped into this dream, without even having a chance to resist.

Upon hearing this, Yanmeng frowned, her expression becoming serious.

While weaving his dream, he clearly sensed that the Flame Pillar's deepest desire was to reunite with his deceased mother and enjoy the simple warmth of family affection.

But why is it that when he actually steps into the dream, he is greeted by such a blazing world of flames?

In a short moment, Nightmare figured out the key point. He turned to look at the quiet, burning world of flames, his tone low and solemn.

"This world of flames is not my dream, but a mental defense constructed by this Pillar himself. As expected, the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps are so troublesome; even when they are asleep, they have set up such a powerful defense in their mental world."

After hearing this, Lower Moon Three understood how difficult the Pillar was to deal with, and his fear intensified. He quickly lowered his voice and pressed for more information.

"If that's the case, is there any other way to destroy his mental core?"

"have."

Nightmare spoke with absolute certainty, and as soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and lightly drew a line in the void in front of her with her fingertip.

A pitch-black crack instantly appeared, and behind the crack, a completely different scene slowly unfolded.

Xiaxian San quickly stepped forward and looked through the crack. He saw that there were no blazing flames or scalding lava in that space, only a quiet and warm little courtyard.

There, Kyojuro knelt beside his mother, while his younger brother struggled to learn swordsmanship in the courtyard.

"Kyojuro, I know you want to become a swordsman like your father, but what do you want to achieve by doing this?"

Kyojuro's mother asked the young Kyojuro questions gently yet firmly.

"I want to become strong, and I want to be like my father, protecting my mother and my younger brother!"

Kyojuro looked at his mother with bright eyes and answered her question firmly with a smile.

Kyojuro's mother showed no emotion, but instead reached out and touched Kyojuro's forehead, speaking calmly.

"Kyojuro, my good child, do you know why your father is so powerful?"

Upon hearing this, Kyojuro was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

At this moment, his mother looked at his younger brother in the yard and slowly said.

"Your father is strong because he not only protects us, but also those who need protection. His strength is not just for himself or for our family, but because he is willing to go out and protect others."

His mother spoke, turning to look at Kyojuro.

"Kyojuro, true strength lies in being willing to fulfill such a responsibility. A strong person is one who protects the weak."

Kyojuro heard his mother's words and kept them deeply in his heart.

But the next second, his mother hugged him tightly.

"Kyojuro, having such a kind and strong child like you is... the happiest thing in my life!"