Curse Returns, a gamble from the start, I awaken dual spells

Sixty meters underground in Tokyo, an abandoned drainage ditch.

The pale blue light of the sky can never penetrate this place.

There was no wind, only stagnant dampness and the musty smell of earth.

At the corner of the passage, the faint emergency light flickered on and off, emitting a buzzing sound of poor contact.

Beep! Answer!

Water droplets hit the rusty pipes, and the hollow echoes stretched endlessly in the dimly lit corridor.

Xia Youjie, or rather Juan Suo, wearing a loose five-striped cassock, walked slowly through the puddles.

The moment the soles of the shoes came into contact with the mud, the magic power naturally isolated them.

His expression remained as gentle as ever, even carrying a hint of Buddhist compassion, but there was no emotional fluctuation in Xia Youjie's eyes.

Originally, the sealing plan of the Prison Gate was a tightly closed loop.

Using a top-tier cursed spirit to create a large-scale disturbance in Shibuya, forcing Gojo Satoru to choose between his domain and his limitless power, and finally capturing that fatal minute the moment Natsume's body appeared.

But that was just the original idea.

Rito Sato.

Juan Suo silently repeated the name in his mind.

This first-year student at the vocational college was like a rusty nail that had been stuck in a precision gear set out of nowhere.

He always seems to be able to break the balance at the most crucial moment by making a move ahead of time, thanks to his extremely keen intuition about the situation.

That wasn't pure force, but rather a precise stripping away of tactical intent.

"An uncontrollable anomaly shouldn't stay in the bureau." Juan Suo stopped and muttered to himself.

A thousand-year-old plan allows no room for luck. Now that the original Shibuya war of attrition has been completely disrupted by the butterfly effect caused by this brat.

So, in order to ensure that "Six Eyes" is wiped off the stage, he must reveal another card.

A trump card that has been prepared for a thousand years.

At the end of the passage was a huge underground reservoir. In the center of the open space, a complex array with a radius of more than ten meters had been drawn with dark red bloodstains.

A muscular curse mage knelt at the center of the formation.

His body had been repeatedly strengthened by the ropes to its limit, and now he was in a deathly coma.

Juan Suo walked to the edge of the formation and took out a wooden box covered with yellow and black talismans from his wide sleeve.

As the talisman was peeled off, a viscous, heavy magical power instantly spread through the air. The aura seemed to have been pulled from rotten mud, exuding the roughness and bloodiness unique to the Heian period.

Inside the box was a piece of somewhat petrified, withered, blackened flesh.

The coiled rope pried open the unconscious curse master's jaw, stuffed the cursed object inside, and then formed a hand seal with one hand.

"Wake up."

boom--!

The entire underground drainage channel resonated with a dull groan at that moment.

The stagnant water in the reservoir instantly boiled, and the water level was lowered by several inches due to invisible pressure.

The kneeling body suddenly opened its eyes, the whites of its eyes instantly swallowed by darkness, and its pupils turned dark gold.

The man's bones cracked as they reformed, and a few seconds later, the raging curse power suddenly contracted, receding entirely into the man's body.

He slowly stood up, stretched his stiff neck, and scanned his surroundings with his dark golden eyes before finally settling on Juan Suo.

"The air is murky, the cursed power is filthy..." the man said, his voice hoarse and metallic, as if a piece of iron was rubbing together.

"Where is this?"

"It's a thousand years from now in Tokyo. Nice to meet you, or rather, it's been a long time." Juan Sue tucked his hands into his sleeves and bowed slightly.

"The master of barrier techniques from the Heian period, Mr. Fujiwara no Tsuneyo."

Fujiwara Tsuneyo lowered his head, scrutinizing the unfamiliar body, his brows furrowed.

"A thousand years... You've awakened me. Does this mean your 'great cause' has finally reached its moment to strike? Or has it led you into a deadly predicament that even you cannot resolve?"

"Both." Juan Suo didn't mince words. Facing an ancient sorcerer who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, any pretense was superfluous.

"I need you to deal with someone for me. A 'six-eyed' person who defies modern norms."

Upon hearing the words "Six Eyes," a cold, fierce fighting spirit flashed in Fujiwara no Tsuneyo's eyes.

"Six-eyed... No matter the era, such a monster blessed by the heavens is always equally annoying."

"However, since you've asked me to use this body to revive, you should be aware of my rules."

"Of course," Juan Suo said calmly, looking at him.

"But this time, I don't want your usual barrier spells. I need you to use the ultimate technique to completely trap him."

Fujiwara no Tsuneyo stopped moving.

He stared at the coiled rope, and the previously restrained magical power began to churn on his body like boiling magma. The surrounding air was even visibly distorted by this pressure.

"You know the price of 'Extreme Strike: Ten Thousand Nights of Prison'," Fujiwara Tsuneyo's voice lowered.

"This body is merely a temporary vessel. Once that level of barrier is activated, my newly awakened soul will be completely burned away and reduced to ashes. You resurrected me just to send me to my death?"

Despite facing an ancient master who could go berserk at any moment, Juan Suo's expression remained unchanged.

He simply stood there quietly, like an absolutely rational actuary.

"The situation has changed, Mr. Jing Shi," Juan Suo said slowly, his tone calm.

"A fatal variable has now emerged: the original war of attrition can no longer guarantee a 100% capture of 'Six Eyes'."

"My plan absolutely cannot go wrong. Only your absolute barrier, which sacrifices souls, can completely control him."

"Absurd." Fujiwara Keisei took a step forward, and the concrete ground shattered with a crash.

"What does your grand ambition have to do with me? Why did I fall into your trap, burning my soul in the process?"

"Because of the chips."

Juan Suo raised his head, his eyes appearing deep and cruel in the dim light.

"The Fujiwara family bloodline has been completely extinguished in the world of sorcery today."

Fujiwara Keisei's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The three main families have seized all the resources, while the once glorious Fujiwara clan has not left behind a single branch." Mitsuru's voice was very soft, but every word hit the other party's weak spot.

"Even if you live on in this body, you'll only be a lost soul of an era. But if you help me this once..."

Juan Suo extended one hand, palm up, making a gesture of equality and contract.

"After my 'new world' arrives, I will use the cursed artifacts and bodies I have collected to bring back the most core members of the Fujiwara family."

"I will provide them with the best resources so that the glory of the Fujiwara family can be completely restored on this land."

A deathly silence fell once more underground. Only the patter of water droplets hitting rust echoed abruptly between the two.

Fujiwara no Tsuneyo stared intently at the roll, his dark golden eyes flashing with struggle and anger, which ultimately turned into cold resolve.

In the Heian period, sorcerers valued the continuation of their bloodline more than their own life or death. The swirling rope precisely grasped this point.

"Remember your promise. If you dare to deceive me, even in the afterlife, I will unleash a curse upon you."

The curve of Juan Suo's lips widened slightly: "The restraints are complete."

Two dark purple beams of magical energy simultaneously shone on the two of them, then transformed into invisible chains, firmly imprinting themselves on the depths of their souls.

The consequences of violating this level of constraint are unbearable for anyone.

Fujiwara Tsuneyo turned around, facing the endless darkness.

He closed his eyes, slowly raised his hands, interlaced his fingers, and formed an ancient mark that had long been lost in this era.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood.

He used his own soul as fuel to ignite the terrifying magical power that was powerful enough to trap the strongest.

In the darkness, the sound of a rope coiling echoed slowly through the dark sewers:

"Then, let's keep our promise and drag that 'Six-Eyed' down from his pedestal!"