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

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 worried, you might as well ask him directly.

The moment Gojo Satoru, now 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 do you mean by asking 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 just can't do anything with 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 phenomenon?"

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.

Chapter 73 The Transformation of the Fetal Heaven 3

"Mr. Natsuki, you're really here." Yuuji Itadori's eyes lit up as he greeted Natsuki warmly.

"Yes, I'm here. I've always been here."

Xia Jie smiled back, looking like an ordinary person who was completely harmless.

Just how strong are you now?

Unable to contain his curiosity, Gojo Satoru asked a question.

Last week, from the moment Xia Jie unleashed his endless black flashes, Gojo Satoru could no longer comprehend Xia Jie's strength.

Now, Xia Jie is so far out of reach that he can't even see her back, leaving him feeling both frustrated and delighted.

The defeat was that he was no longer the strongest, and the person in front of him was someone he could not catch up with even if he spent his whole life, or even ten lifetimes.

What pleased him was that the person before him made him realize that the limits of a sorcerer's power were far beyond what he had seen before, and that he now had a new path to take.

What's even more encouraging is that, given Xia Jie's abilities, the past tragedy isn't entirely irreversible; all he has to do is shamelessly beg Xia Jie for help...

"To eat the sun like a snack, and to have the freedom to alter the past, present, and future."

Xia Jie looked down at her palm, her tone calm with a hint of a smile.

"Huh? You think I have a low level of education? Don't try to fool me!"

With the clear vision granted by the six eyes, the dust in the air landed on Xia Jie's nose and stopped, then swirled up and drifted away in the breeze brought by her breath.

Unlike Tianyuan's false body, the person in front of him was incredibly real, so real that even Liu Yan could not see the slightest flaw.

It seems that this might be, probably, or perhaps is a living, breathing person, rather than a phantom created by some kind of magic.

He had only seen such a powerful creation of magic in the bitter summer of that year, on a curse master who possessed the ability to create clones.

Gojo Satoru saw the sound waves generated by his question spread rapidly through the air and reach the ears of the person in front of him.

But before that, the mouth, indistinguishable from a real person's, spoke in response.

"It's true, just like... the sun."

In the previous game, Xia Jie was a terrifying cursed spirit who only transformed back into human form at the very end. Now, Xia Jie, born from the convergence of cursed power, is completely indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

Gojo Satoru could not understand.

The more you know, the more you realize how incredibly precise this level of manipulating magical power requires.

But even if his strength is terrifying, it's not enough to boast about eating the sun. Does he really think Gojo Satoru never went to school and doesn't know how big the sun is?

and also……

"What do you mean by 'like the sun'? You should finish what you're saying."

Zenin Maki, who has not only become a tyrant but also an ultra-masculine figure, chimes in.

It turns out that people dislike two kinds of speaking: one is the roundabout way of speaking, like Gojo Satoru.

Another type is the riddle-maker like Xia Jie, who only speaks halfway through his sentences.

"To put it simply, I ate the sun a few minutes ago."

He still insists on saying something shocking or outrageous.

"what!?"

Maki exhaled and pointed to the bright world in the live stream.

"Are you kidding me? How could such a thing be possible? Besides, the sun is still shining brightly in the sky!"

In the previous game, Maki was basically taken away by Tengen as soon as she appeared, so Natsuki didn't have any impression of her at all, and therefore didn't prepare any memories from the previous game.

Therefore, Maki's current impression of Natsuki is still that of a mysterious swimmer, rather than a super boss who can travel through time and space.

At this moment, in her heart, Xia Jie, who said he would eat the sun, was even more heroic than Gojo Satoru.

"Maki-nee." Yuta Otsuko chuckled and tugged at Maki's sleeve. "Although I don't really believe Natsuki's words either, light does have a delay."

Gojo Satoru, who also didn't believe Xia Jie's blunt truth, frowned, put his hand on Xia Jie's shoulder, and leaned closer.

"Hey, Xia Jie, there's no need to tell such an easily debunked and frightening lie."

"With an 8-minute and 20-second delay, it'll be over soon."

"It can't be true..., right?"

Looking at Xia Jie, who remained calm throughout, not only Gojo Satoru, but everyone present who had listened attentively to Xia Jie's words felt a very ominous premonition rising in their hearts.

"3."

Xia Jie's calm countdown sounded like a countdown to death.

"2."

An ominous premonition began to grow rapidly, weighing heavily on my heart.

"1."

Gojo Satoru's throat tightened; he desperately hoped this was just a bad joke between friends.

Is this really just a joke?

The sense of foreboding in everyone's hearts reached its peak, and then...

"0."