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

The black sky trembled more and more violently.

The ripples spread outward from the center at an accelerating speed, as if something was frantically crashing against that invisible barrier from the inside.

The cracking sound came from above, initially just a faint, crisp sound.

Then it began to spread, from one line to two, from two sounds to a whole area.

Rito looked up at the cracking black dome, his heart pounding in his chest.

"It's coming out..."

Huzhang stood to his left, covered in mud and blood.

Dongtang was to his right, his burly body covered with claw marks left by the cursed spirit.

The water clock also stopped moving.

The white fireball in his palm was slowly dissipating, his gaze fixed on the collapsing sky, a complex expression appearing on his face for the first time.

Juan Suo stood at the highest point of the ruins, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

He didn't speak, but just quietly watched the sky shattering, the smile on his lips deepening little by little.

boom!

A blinding white light poured down from the crack in the sky, like a giant blade cleaving the darkness in two.

Fragments scattered everywhere, and the black curtain began to melt the moment it came into contact with the white light, like snow being exposed to sunlight, peeling away layer by layer to reveal the gray-blue sky behind it.

The white hair was the first thing to appear in the light.

Gojo Satoru emerged from the torn barrier, his black eye patch nowhere to be found, revealing a pair of azure eyes brighter than the sky.

He stood on the shattered barrier, looking down at the ruins below.

Then, his gaze fell.

Rito saw those blue eyes freeze the moment they touched the ground.

Huzhang lay in the ruins, half of his body soaked in blood, his breathing so weak it was almost imperceptible.

Kugizaki's left hand was twisted at an abnormal angle, and he was curled up next to a broken concrete slab.

Fu Hei had a scorch mark running through his chest, his fingers twitched slightly, and he had completely lost consciousness.

Gojo Satoru's gaze swept over them one by one, and then stopped on Rito and Todo.

Rito stood there, his school uniform almost dark red from the wounds all over his body.

Dongtang stood beside him, his right arm hanging at an unnatural angle, but his eyes remained sharp.

Beneath their feet lay a pile of fragments of cursed spirit remains.

Gojo Satoru's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately no sound came out.

"Gojo-sensei..." Rito began, her voice hoarse as if it had been sanded down, "We—"

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Because he saw that directly below the torn opening in the barrier, a small, angular black runestone, no bigger than a palm, lay quietly in the pile of rubble.

Eight closed eyes are carved on the eight faces of the stone.

It's as if it's always been there.

"When...?"

In that instant, Rin's brain raced, and his expression visibly turned panicked.

It wasn't placed here before Godawara came to his senses.

Instead, it was in the last second before Gojo broke through the barrier that someone precisely placed him at that coordinate point.

"Gojo-sensei..."

Suddenly, the figure of the rolled rope appeared in front of Gojo Satoru.

He emerged from the shadows of the ruins, his steps unhurried.

The hem of the monk's robe fluttered in the wind, and the wisps of hair on his forehead were blown up by the airflow, revealing the clear seam.

At that moment, Gojo Satoru finally shifted his gaze from the students and landed on Maki.

He saw that face.

That face he had seen countless times in the bright sunshine of summer.

That person would turn their head under the shade of the tree and give him a slightly helpless smile.

After the battle, that person would put their hand on his shoulder and say "You've worked hard" in a perfunctory tone, as if they were just saying that the weather was nice today.

That person... he was the one who put him in the grave with his own hands.

"Summer oil..."

Gojo Satoru's voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Juan Suo raised his head and smiled at him with Xia Youjie's face.

That smile was almost exactly the same as the smile he had under the shade of the tree twenty years ago.

The curves are the same, and the corners of the eyes are slightly curved in the same way.

But at this moment, on this battlefield filled with ruins and blood, there was not a trace of warmth in that smile.

"Long time no see, Go."

The sound of the zither coiling was as calm as greeting an old friend.

From beginning to end, the rational person miscalculated one thing.

Although he knew the original plot and knew just how deep the friendship between Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki was.

But ultimately, it was just from the perspective of an outsider.

Therefore, no matter how much he warned and how much he thwarted Juan Suo's plot.

But when Mitsuru appeared before Gojo Satoru with Natsume's face, the flood of memories still managed to engulf him.

"Jay..."

The next instant, all eight tightly closed eyes opened at the same time!

"Gojo-sensei!!"

Only then did Rito's voice finally arrive.

Several fleshy, rope-like strands of rope emerged from the prison gates, spreading towards Gojo Satoru as if they were living things.

Chapter 92

The gravel beneath Rito's feet trembled and made a screeching sound as he rushed forward almost instinctively.

"Gojo-sensei!!"

But the distance is too far.

From the spot where he was forced back by the coiled cursed spirit to the exit of the barrier where Gojo Satoru stood, there was at least a thirty-meter distance.

The fleshy rope had now wrapped around the ankles of Wutiao Wu.

Rito saw Gojo Satoru's body move slightly.

Those pale blue eyes, at the last moment, moved from Xia Youjie's face and landed on Liren.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a calmness that no rational person had ever seen before.

Then, the flesh rope tightened suddenly.

Gojo Satoru's figure blurred in his vision, like a painting soaked in water, its outline melting away inch by inch.

"No—!!" Rito stretched out his hand, only a few meters away from Akira, but it was impossible to reach her.

In that instant, the hand that was holding the prison gate gently clenched.

The next instant, the eight open eyes closed simultaneously, turning back into black runes, lying quietly in his palm.

On the ruins of the courtyard, the wind began to flow again, blowing away the remaining moisture in the air.

Everything fell silent.

Li Ren knelt on the ground, his fingers digging deep into the gravel, his face extremely pale.

Gojo Satoru has been sealed away.

The thing he had always wanted to stop, the thing he thought he had changed, still happened.

The water clock stood at the other end of the ruins, the flame in its palm slowly dying out.

He looked at the prison gate in Juan Suo's hand and let out a cold snort that had no clear meaning.

"Finally finished."

The rope did not respond.

He looked down at the black rune in his palm and gently stroked the eight tightly closed eyes, as if to confirm the strength of the seal.

Then he looked up, his gaze passing over Rito's head and landing on the broken walls and ruins shrouded in gray mist behind the battlefield.

Suddenly, Rito turned around sharply.

From the shadow of those broken walls and ruins, a figure slowly emerged.

He was a boy wearing a college uniform, with pink hair, black lines on his face, and a ferocious grin on his lips.

"Hey! Let me play with that toy you're holding!"