The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

"So... this rift is a technique of the Parallel Sukuna."

"Or is it a cycle of reincarnation that is not based on blind observation?"

From the perspective of the six eyes, the essence of the rift is being peeled away layer by layer, like an onion, revealing the core truth.

Through continuous analysis of the six-eyed technique, Wudō finally arrived at this conclusion.

"So, we haven't mastered [Reincarnation] yet?"

Fu Heifa asked:

The students at the university are currently researching how to manipulate "reincarnation" and "parallel worlds".

Because Fukuro needs to go back!

Even if it's impossible to trace back to the parallel world, Fukushiro and Kuro should at least restore the timeline to the timeline after the Annihilation Return.

He cannot allow the history that has already happened to be erased.

"I haven't seen my brother Kouya in ages!"

Fuhei wailed exaggeratedly:

"Stone Flow Dragon!"

"Sunshade!"

"And egrets!"

"I can't let my brothers be alone anymore!"

He turned his gaze back to the brain remains curled up on the ground, pondering how to extract the [Reincarnation] technique.

"Gojo, is there a way?" Fukuro decided to ask Gojo, who possessed the Six Eyes, the pinnacle of spell analysis.

"Master Fukuguro, aren't you a top-tier mage? Why are you questioning a student like me?"

Gojo Satoru showed a look of disgust, his pale blue eyes filled with doubt.

"I?"

Fu Hei pointed to himself.

"I don't even have a teaching certificate; it's fake!"

"In the future, I'll only be a level two mage!"

Fukuro's words shocked Gojo Satoru, whose pale blue eyes widened in shock.

"Will all future level 2 mages be at your level, Mr. Fukuro?"

Gojo Satoru's jaw dropped in astonishment. He pointed at Fushiguro, then at himself, as if reassessing something:

"Then... future level two mages will be able to easily take on top-tier cursed spirits one-on-one, right?!"

No.

Fu Hei publicly opposes this.

"I've gone off on a tangent. Let's think about how to perform the [Reincarnation] technique first."

Just as the two were fretting, Xia Youjie's voice suddenly broke in.

"Perhaps, could I give it a try?"

Fushiguro and Gojo Satoru both turned to look at him, their eyes filled with doubt and expectation.

Xia Youjie stood not far away, his hands in his pockets, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"It is known that the [Reincarnation] technique has been implanted in Lu Suo's body."

"Then if he becomes a cursed spirit, won't I be able to control him?"

Xia Youjie slowly revealed his guess, but before he could finish speaking, he was met with Fu Hei's thunderous pounce.

"You're the one who comes up with the solution!"

"I almost forgot you could manipulate spirits!"

Fu Hei was overjoyed and grabbed Xia Youjie's shoulders with both hands, shaking him so hard that he almost broke his bones.

He released Xia Youjie, turned to face the pile of wreckage, took a deep breath, and formed the Ten Shadow Palm Seal once again.

"Heaven has given us a tyrant!"

Shen Er reappeared from the shadows, walking step by step toward the dried-out brain.

Then—

One kick!

Like crushing a piece of dry, cracked soil, it crashed down on the wreckage like a pile driver.

Fuhei chose not to inject any curse power into Shen'er, allowing him to maintain the zero curse power state of Rejuvenation and Tyrant.

Use the purest physical output to completely annihilate this existence.

With the final heavy stomp, Shen'er's foot crushed the mangled wreckage, producing a crisp sound like crushing a walnut.

All the brain tissue fluid melted completely, leaving a dark mark on the ground.

At the same time, the torn mouth began to change.

"Ah—ah—"

Perhaps it's because of the resentment that has accumulated over a thousand years, the malice and curses that have settled over a thousand years, that the speed at which it transforms into a cursed spirit seems to be extremely fast.

From murmurs to roars, and then to clearly enunciating each word, it took almost less than ten seconds.

"Megumi...Megumi Fushiguro!"

The brain flower had transformed into a cursed embryo, a substance wriggling on the ground like an embryo.

With a deep-seated hatred, he shouted out Fu Hei's name, like a demon demanding his life.

"I want……"

Before the brain-cursed fetus could finish its first complete sentence, the blade of the Soul-Releasing Blade had already pierced through its body.

With a whooshing sound, it precisely passed through the cursed embryo.

Wherever the blade passed, the surface of the cursed fetus seemed to be scorched, wisps of black smoke rising from it.

"So you've always been this weak?"

"Excuse me, could you please let me pass?"

Fu Hei raised his knife and brought it down cleanly and swiftly, without the slightest hesitation.

At the same time, it deliberately avoided its vital points, not killing it completely with a single strike, but precisely weakening its power.

This allowed Xia Youjie to successfully deliver the final blow.

"Take this!"

Xia Youjie's powerful punch, imbued with cursed energy, landed heavily on Lu Suo's cursed body, completely ending its last movement.

The blurry outlines began to fade, the unwilling roars began to weaken, and finally fell silent.

"Spirit Manipulation Technique..."

"Let's begin!"

In an instant, the rope, which had once again turned into a lump, quickly transformed into tiny black vortexes, as if being swallowed by a black hole.

Finally, a pure black sphere formed in Xia Youjie's palm.

Like a pearl formed from pure malice, it slowly rotated in Xia Youjie's palm, emanating an unsettling aura.

"Ugh, that's disgusting, Jay."

Gojo Satoru stuck out his tongue and made an exaggerated vomiting face, his whole face scrunched up.

Just looking at it makes me feel disgusted by the sphere of cursed spirits that this area has turned into.

The surface of the sphere was very oily, as if it were compressed from decaying matter.

Moreover, you have to eat it.

"This is all for everyone."

Xia Youjie frowned, his fingers trembling slightly, but in the end, he still pushed the cursed spirit ball to his lips.

The black sphere was less than an inch from his lips; he could even smell the stench of decay and cursed energy.

"vomit……"

"No, I want to swallow it!"

Xia Youjie was resolute.

"Jay, let me teach you one last move!"

In this moment of despair, just a second before Xia Youjie was about to shove that disgusting sphere into his mouth.

Fu Hei's confident aura pierced Xia Youjie's eyes, which had long since lost their luster.

"Why don't you just set up a restraint to make the Cursed Spirit Orb smell better?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Youjie stared in disbelief, almost dropping the cursed spirit ball in his hand.

He almost dropped it to the ground, but caught it in a flurry of activity.

"You still say you don't have a teaching qualification!"

Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki spoke in unison, as harmoniously as a duet.

The sun had already sunk near the sea level, turning the entire sky a dusky yellow.

The sky's color was reflected on the sea surface, shimmering like an Impressionist oil painting.

The evening breeze of Okinawa, the memories of a sweltering summer, and all the curses are frozen in this moment.

From then on.

The world will never again experience devastating floods.

Xia Youjie swallowed the entire cursed spirit ball.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down until the black sphere slid across the tip of his tongue, rolled over his palate, and fell down his esophagus.

The pained expression on his face was gone, and a slight smile, like someone enjoying a sweet treat, appeared at the corners of his eyes.

I'm hungry!

"Although it's no longer bitter, I now know what this thing is made of."

"I still feel nauseous after eating it!"

Xia Youjie covered his mouth, his face turning pale and then red. After enduring the nausea, he officially began casting the spell.

The power of the spell condensed in his palm, emitting a faint glow.

"Reincarnation!"

The cursed fetus, released once again, once more radiated light from its twisted body.

A radiant light instantly enveloped the entire island of Okinawa. Wherever the light touched, everything was bathed in a golden glow.

The scorched earth and ruins became blurred, transparent, and like phantoms in the light.

It was as if it were all just a dream.

It then spread further, covering the entire sea area.

The rays of light stretched all the way to the horizon, turning the horizon where the sea met into a brilliant orange-red.

At the same time, Fukuro once again used the Tenhoku to trap the deer and the tiger staff.

To allow them, who were originally 17 years old, to return to 2018, to that turning point in their lives, at the age of 17.

"Then... see you in 11 years."

Even the usually jovial Gojo Satoru showed a slightly melancholic expression at this moment.

The usual cynicism was gone from his azure eyes; instead, they held a complex mix of emotions.

Fu Hei stared at that face, thinking hard, but he couldn't bring himself to say what he wanted to say.

All the words in the world ultimately boil down to one farewell:

See you in 11 years!

"Teacher Gojo!"

As the light swallowed up all the summer's splendor, everything was submerged in a white torrent.

Everything fell silent.

Only their heartbeats remained, pounding evenly in the darkness.