Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

"So, all we need to do is work together to destroy the barrier?"

After finishing his phone call with Shoko and getting a full picture of the situation from Natsuki, Gojo Satoru turned to Natsuki again to confirm.

"Yes, we must destroy both the high-level protective barriers on the ground and the pure realms deep underground as much as possible."

Only in this way will Tianyuan's ego be further diluted by heaven and earth, losing its subjective initiative to harmonize incantations and assimilate others.

Xia Jie answered quickly. What he didn't say was that only by making such a commotion would Tian Yuan be forced to show up and stop him, and only then could he have a proper fight with that guy.

As Xia Jie spoke, she reached out and grasped at something invisible in the air.

He opened his tightly clenched palm, which was empty, yet there was a subtle, almost illusory sensation, as if something was slowly seeping out of his hand.

The barrier of the college is different from the basic tent; it is invisible, and its function and structure are much more complex and intricate. In addition, a large number of barrier nails are buried deep beneath the land of the college.

Logically speaking, only sorcerers who are proficient in barrier magic can see and touch this "realm" hidden between heaven and earth.

But Xia Jie, who couldn't even set up an account book, managed to do it, simply because he possessed a noble resistance to cause and effect. Like Touma, who could only erase all supernatural abilities, he could use this resistance to touch, resist, and even fundamentally eliminate certain more metaphysical things.

Just like when he broke free from the restraints that reduced his spell power by 99%.

Ultimately, barriers are nothing more than a more advanced form of constraint.

And he only needs to reach out and touch it.

Then tear it apart as much as you want!

Sizzle... Splash!

An invisible tearing sound, accompanied by chaotic fluctuations of magical power, swept outwards, causing a crack to appear in the realm that had already been severely damaged by the Blood Sun.

Sukuna and Gojo Satoru were simultaneously drawn to the scene, their pupils revealing varying degrees of astonishment.

Gojo Satoru's lips curled up:

"Once this is all over, I'll bring Xia Jie into the Spellcasting Academy too."

Su Nuo narrowed his eyes and sneered inwardly, "This brat is indeed extraordinary."

Gojo Satoru's figure teleported to Xia Jie's side, raising his hand to continue using "Azure" to widen the gap in the barrier Xia Jie had created. A light, mocking smile played on his lips, but what he uttered was not what he had been thinking earlier, but rather:

"Hey, you know that just destroying the High School's barrier is enough to get us sentenced to death and forced to become curse masters on the spot, right? Not to mention, although destroying the underground barrier of the Rising Star Palace can accelerate the end of the 'Death Return' of the Brahma Realm based on the Purification Realm, it will also affect the stability of the Great Barrier of Japan. At that time, the unrestrained cursed spirits will cause considerable damage throughout the country."

"So what? After you were sealed away, you were already judged by the higher-ups of the Foolish Cup Curse to be the culprit of the Shibuya Incident. Which curse master can compare to you?"

Not to mention, Tianyuan has already turned into a villain. Compared to having Tianyuan use the Purification Realm to purify human souls, the damage caused by destroying the Purification Realm is definitely less. This kind of thing doesn't even qualify as a trolley problem.

Despite the efforts of Natsuki, Gojo Satoru, and Sukuna, who inherited the Rokuro Barrier Technique, the High School Barrier lasted for less than a minute.

Two kilometers away, on the tiled roof of a traditional Japanese-style building, Ieyasu Koko, smoking, listened to the air raid siren that had been sounding ever since the mushroom cloud rose.

With a touch of melancholy, he watched as Gojo Satoru, along with Sukuna and Jurei, gradually shattered the barrier.

If Gojo Satoru hadn't revealed the truth in his phone call earlier, she probably would have really suspected that this guy, like Natsumi Yoshitsu back then, had already stepped onto the wrong path known as a curse master.

The strongest curse master in modern times, the second-generation king of curses, etc., are terrifying to even think about.

No, the current situation is actually even more dire. What does it mean for Tengen to go mad and want to destroy all of humanity? What does it mean for Nirvana to be achieved through constant stillness?

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"The world of sorcery is finished, and humanity might be doomed too. And all I want to do after hearing all this is eat a hamburger?"

Shoko Ieiri sighed and turned to walk downstairs. She couldn't be bothered with it anymore; things had come to this, so she might as well go get a hamburger first. As for the jutsu world... let them do whatever they want.

Downstairs, Gan Jinglin's forehead was still covered in cold sweat from the earlier blood-red nuclear explosion. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw three figures in the distance that had completely torn apart the barrier, and his back immediately broke out in a fine layer of sweat.

God knows what he went through today: watching Itajō knock out the Airplane Head couple, sending Itajō to confront Hiromi Hitsugaya, encountering Mr. Natsuki who claims to be a prophet, watching Itajō instantly open the shovel and shove his finger into Natsuki's mouth, seeing Natsuki open his skull like a boiling pot, observing the mushroom cloud of a nuclear explosion up close, and now all of this...

All that has happened today... If he survives this day, he can brag about it for the rest of his life.

This is what is engraved on the tombstone when someone dies.

At the moment the high school's protective barrier completely collapsed, Xia Jie clearly sensed that some kind of will within the space was being slowly diluted by the heavens and earth. He grinned:

"Hey, let's go, let's go take care of the Pure Land below for Tianyuan Yang too!"

"Please don't do that."

Tianyuan's emotionless voice echoed faintly from the ruins of the Hongxing Palace.

Xia Jie's smile froze on his face. He stared intently and saw a pure white figure standing quietly at the bottom of the small crater he had created with his loan-enhanced "Blood Core Fission," which was still steaming and filled with intense killing intent.

"Tengen, return Itadori and the others! And why do you insist on doing this? Couldn't you at least answer the questions of these curious young people?"

Before he could finish speaking, Gojo Satoru teleported without restraint, appearing behind Tengen like a ghost, and placed his hand, radiating astonishing magical energy, on Tengen's shoulder.

His tone was agitated, his voice carrying a hint of pleading, yet also a subtle threat.

"I have explained what I needed to explain, and you have heard what you needed to hear. Xia Jie's description of me is fairly accurate."

Now is the time to act.

Even though the hand on his shoulder suddenly tightened its grip on his neck, Tianyuan's tone remained as still as a stagnant pool, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

This is not because Tengen is inhuman.

Its main humanity now converges on Lu Suo's side, while the remaining self in this body is closer to the universe itself on an emotional level.

"In other words, there really isn't a single misunderstanding here."

Gojo Satoru's voice lowered, like a very soft sigh.

The next second, his hand gripping Tianyuan's neck suddenly glowed with a pale blue light. The terrifying suction force originating from the "limitless" rotation suddenly erupted, twisting, squeezing, and crushing Tianyuan's body into a bloody, blurry mass of flesh.

Then, the azure light suddenly went out, and the flesh and blood, freed from the suction force, exploded with a bang. This body, composed of four pseudo-merged elements, vanished completely like a shattered phantom.

Then, the pure white figure reappeared. But this time, Tianyuan was different from before.

Among its four pure white eyes, comparable to Hinata Hyuga's, one had a strikingly black human eye.

That pupil was filled with an almost morbid, greedy curiosity, as if all of Tianyuan's emotions and desires had been condensed into that small black pupil.

With his powerful insight, Gojo Satoru discovered that the black pupil that resembled a human eye was actually a tiny vortex formed by countless twisted souls. At the center of that vortex was an abyss-like emptiness and nothingness, and an extreme thirst born from it.

In essence, it was a spectator seat prepared by Tianyuan for Lusuo, and also a projection of Lusuo's mind and soul in Tianyuan's eyes.

"It's my turn~"

"Heaven will answer: You are all sacrifices I offer to eternity!"

This time, Tianyuan's voice finally carried a hint of human emotion.

It was a kind of joyful malice that bordered on pure malice, much like a three-year-old child crushing ants one by one with a stick in the backyard.

"Only in children who haven't yet distinguished between good and evil, whose moral concepts are still in a state of confusion, can you find such innocent and pure malice? Old Deng Tianyuan, are you still a naughty child?" Xia Jie thought to herself, sensing the malice.

But none of that matters. He's had enough of the endless stream of trash talk orchestrated by fate.

I just hope Tianyuan can quickly deliver a truly satisfying dish... Hmm?!

Holy crap, the big one really came!

The sky over Tokyo suddenly darkened, and endless cursed spirits and cursed power converged from all directions, hovering over Tokyo and forming a black vortex that blotted out the sun.

This was achieved by Tianyuan using the Spell Spirit Manipulation Technique, the Purification Barrier Technique, and the costly binding techniques, gathering spell spirits and spell power from all over Japan, especially from the sacred sites in Hokkaido.

Faced with this massive torrent of incantation power, even the combined incantation power of nine hundred Sukuna and one thousand Gojo Satoru would be nothing more than the power of an ant that could be crushed with a single finger.

Without a doubt, this was a strike that surpassed all other special-grade attacks, and could be described as the ultimate strike using the full power of the nation.

Its name is:

"Extreme Challenge - Uzumaki!"

It can also be described as the eternal altar where Tengen places offerings.

A pillar of light descended, reaching the heavens and the earth. Gan Jinglin, who was only two kilometers away from the battlefield of the Red Star Palace, knew that he was definitely not going to survive today.

Within Tokyo's second barrier, a blue-haired figure dressed in white, with a Nezha-style hairstyle and lightning patterns around his eyes, watched the gradually crumbling black barrier wall and revealed a fanatical smile: "Hey, hey, hey, is it really that exaggerated? Don't make me get too excited, okay?"

Similar to this statement are—

"Hey, hey, hey, this is too sweet!" Shi Liulong, who was far away in the Sendai barrier, had been itching with desire for battle for several minutes. He had moved involuntarily to the black barrier of the barrier.

Having been fed by the five-star chef Yigu once, he was now being rekindled by the massive magical energy fluctuations coming from the direction of Tokyo, which stirred up a hunger from the depths of his soul. That restless desire once again swept over his entire body.

16. The dragon felt an itch in its heart, as if ants were crawling on it.

Now, the overwhelming surge of cursed power, far surpassing that of the Blood Core Bomb, was like a giant wave piercing through the soul, causing the legendary head-sending man, Shi Liulong, to tremble and lose focus in his pupils for half a minute.

Coming to his senses, with drool still dripping from his mouth, he furiously slammed his fist into the barrier of the Sendai barrier, wishing he could immediately rush to the battlefield in Tokyo. Even if it cost him his life, he wouldn't hesitate.

Even just smelling the aroma of such a feast from afar at the edge of the battlefield would be an incredible privilege!

Ah, so sweet, so incredibly sweet!

Such a sweet dessert is a feast that even a thousand bones couldn't compare to.

I could only watch as the people of Tokyo devoured it, piece by piece, until the plate was empty.

damn it,

I'm living a life worse than death right now!