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

Inside the Palace of Death Stars, a glimmer of blue light of memory appeared and dissipated in the space, the memory spreading throughout Tianyuan's soul.

The memory is of Tianyuan from Xia Jie's perspective, a version of herself that Tianyuan never imagined.

"Is there no liberation in the end?"

A faint sigh echoed within the quiet Hongxing Palace.

Tianyuan knew that this time, there would be no more opportunities to purify humanity, nor would anyone sever her immortality.

She will continue to maintain the barrier until the next millennium.

For Xia Jie, nothing was a better punishment than "survival." Except for Reincarnation Warhammer.

A gentle breeze blew across the top of the building.

After receiving the memories, Sukuna's expression was as complicated as that of Gojo Satoru in the Shibuya Incident, who saw that Natsume's opened skull contained not Ryouso, but the hilarious Naruto.

Rimei's expression was even worse than if she had eaten shit. It was as if she had discovered that Takada-chan, who was confessing to her under the cherry blossom tree, had stitches on her head, and when she opened it, she found Toudou Aoi, who was actually Toudou Aoi, inside.

Just by looking at their expressions, you can tell how turbulent and excited these two little girls are right now.

The former almost ate shit last time.

The latter's ending, where they were reborn together as Ikkyu-ni, was forcibly reverted.

Inside Su Nuo's body, Fukuro Megumi, who knew through her memories that Xia Jie could travel through time, rekindled her fighting spirit.

He realized that his beloved sister could be saved!

At this moment, Fukuro's ability to absorb pressure is catching up with that of Toudou Aoi, who is also under pressure.

On Su Nuo's face, Fu Hei's mouth reappeared.

"Feed..."

The moment his mouth opened, a drop of blood dripped into Fu Hei's open mouth.

Sensing something was wrong, Su Nuo raised her head and looked up at the sky, where a rapidly spreading blood-red cloud came into view.

"Huh, clouds?"

The crimson light surged and rolled within, then rushed toward the other white clouds that had not yet been stained.

Despite its eerie color, the crimson cloud didn't exude much of an ominous or sinister aura; instead, it was filled with an excess of vitality.

"A cloud of positive-polarity spell power? Is the upper limit of the Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique really that high, or is it just that Xia Jie is the only one with a high upper limit?"

Logically speaking, having been transformed into an ordinary person by Xia Jie, she should no longer be able to see phenomena related to the spell side.

But she saw it, which meant… Su Nuo’s lips curled up:

"This is outrageous! This big idiot... cough cough, this brat is a hundred times crazier than Tengen."

It's not just Su Nuo.

Ordinary people outside of Shinjuku also began to raise their heads one by one.

"What...is that?"

Some people patted their companions on the shoulder and pointed to the sky.

"No, I don't know, it looks really scary."

Snap! Snap!

My companion raised his phone and repeatedly pressed the shutter button on the increasingly dark red sky in the distance.

Soon, headlines such as "Breaking News: Large Area of ​​Crimson Clouds Appears Over Shinjuku" began to spread on the Internet.

However, most of this information is still limited to Japan.

Most people perceive the blood cloud as a strange celestial phenomenon, while a few associate it with the recent supernatural events involving Japanese sorcery.

A smaller minority, especially those who watched the live stream, clearly realized that something big was about to happen.

Because they witnessed Xia Jie transform into a giant drop of blood, rise into the sky, and evolve into a blood cloud.

Even now, the blood cloud in the live stream is still expanding.

What started as a small patch of dome a few minutes ago has expanded to cover most of the sky, with blood-red raindrops dripping from it, blurring the live stream footage.

The flock of crows, seemingly manipulated by fate, landed under the eaves to take shelter from the rain, gazing up at the sky.

The sorcerers of the advanced faction knew that things were not going to end there.

"What do you think Mr. Xia Jie plans to do?"

Kusakabe's heart, which had been at ease, was now hanging in suspense again. He only hoped that Natsuki's big job wouldn't be harmful to humans.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's a bad thing," Itajiro said, scratching his head.

"Why do you say that?" Ieiri Shoko kicked Gojo Satoru, who had been teleported back by Yu-Yu, and asked while smoking a cigarette.

"It's probably just intuition. I feel that Brother Xia Jie is a good person and wouldn't do anything bad."

Haddō blinked. In fact, even he himself didn't know whether this unfounded intuition was reliable or not.

"It's no use. If that guy really wants to do something bad, even if we all attack together, we can't stop him."

If you're still worried, you might as well ask him directly.

When Gojo, who had transformed into a salted fish, opened his mouth, his words astonished everyone present.

"Huh!?"

Kasumi Miwa was the one who reacted the most strongly among those present.

As a fan of Gojo Satoru, she couldn't believe that the invincible Gojo Satoru would admit that he was inferior to others.

Fortunately, her code is far more normal than that of Li Mei, the filial son of Nuo, so she doesn't suffer from a conflict between her left and right hemispheres.

"What does it mean to ask directly?"

With dark circles under her eyes, Ieiri Shoko lightly kicked Gojo Satoru, who hadn't even opened his mouth to anything, and tossed him an unsmoked cigarette.

"Stop lying on the ground like a naughty child, get up and answer me."

"I really can't help you."

Gojo Satoru propped himself up and poked at Sukuro, whom Yuyu had brought back, with his finger. Then, the angry Sukuro bit his finger, which had just activated its shameless mode.

"You don't have six eyes, so you can't sense it. Those blood clouds were just an illusion from the beginning. The real Xia Jie is already everywhere."

"What do you mean, 'everywhere'?"

Hiromi Hiraka frowned; Gojo Satoru's description reminded him of Tengen.

"Literal meaning."

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, his azure pupils reflecting the myriad things around him.

"You know that when the tent is unfolded, the visual illusion of ink spreading can appear a step later, right?"

"I know, Mr. Gojo."

Dr. Huzhang raised his hand dramatically in response.

"That kind of exchange meeting?"

Rakuganji raised his long eyebrows, clearly remembering the curse master—Kuya Ryouzo—who had been borrowed by Gojo Satoru.

"Are you saying that the blood cloud was just a delayed anomaly?"

Hiromi Nichisha was the first to understand Gojo Satoru's most convoluted, least straightforward, and least frank explanation of the riddle.

"That's right, by the time you see the enemy unfold their tent, the real tent may already be in place."

That's how it is now. The spread-out blood cloud is just the outward manifestation of the abnormal essence. My six eyes can see that the faint curse power originating from Xia Jie herself has already been evenly spread to every corner of the space.

He is like atmospheric pressure now, imperceptible yet omnipresent.

In other words, if Xia Jie is still conscious, he should have heard all our questions and would most likely be able to answer them.

Gojo Satoru opened his palms, feeling Xia Jie's positive curse power flow through his fingers. This feeling was somewhat similar to Tengen in the Hōsei Palace, but there were subtle differences.

"Laowu is right."

Xia Jie shared her personal experience.