My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

'Strange... Is it because of too much pressure?' Gojo wondered to himself.

Then, Ekuku Yuta, one of the four great sorcerers, voiced everyone's unspoken question: "Lord Tengen, what does this mean?"

"This all needs to be explained from the beginning," Tianyuan slowly began. "Before that, I need to tell you some important information about the Liao'ao residing in Xia Youjie's body!"

Upon hearing the name "Xia Youjie," Wu Tiao's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly interrupted, "What do you mean? Wasn't Xia Youjie dead? I... I killed him with my own blood!"

Xia Youjie was originally his good friend, but somehow he went astray, and in the end he had no choice but to kill him with his own hands, putting the greater good before family.

The others also looked at Tengen. Even if they hadn't experienced the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" in Shinjuku last year, they had heard of it.

They naturally knew that in that incident, Xia Youjie, one of the four top-tier sorcerers, betrayed the sorcerers and was then killed by Wujiao Wu.

But now it seems there's more to come...

"Xia Youjie is indeed dead, but his body was found by a man named Jian Naijie!"

Everyone raised questions: "What happened to the Nightmare?"

The knowledgeable Jiujiu Yuki immediately thought of the description of "the truth of the ancient and modern times" in the book.

The fish, the phoenix, the tadpole, the mortar, the wall, the flute, the tadpole ...

Ironically, it now seems to have become the source of harm to the world.

Tianyuan then explained: "The [unintelligible text] is a fragment of a poem, likely written on a Chinese idiom. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation wouldn't be meaningful without further context or clarification.

However, due to insufficient magical power, it has been unable to achieve high efficiency and full coverage. Therefore, it set its sights on me, wanting all of humanity to assimilate with me directly, thereby completing the evolution directly.

However, due to the existence of the astral body and the six eyes, this opportunity has always been limited by the cycle of cause and effect.

To break free from this constraint, [the text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated topic]... ...the text continues with seemingly random characters and symbols, making a coherent translation impossible.

Since then, [the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly due to OCR errors. A direct translation isn't possible without further context or clarification.]

Because it knows that there cannot be two six-eyed people in this world at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity soon presented itself.

Eleven years ago, the intervention of the Heavenly Curse-Binder—Zen Temple Shen'er—broken the original cycle of cause and effect, providing him with all the necessary elements beyond the gates of the First Prison.

Because, normally, I would assimilate with a qualified [Star Essence Body] every five hundred years, resetting its physical information.

However, because Ten and the Cursed Zen Temple had already shot the Starmash before assimilation, my assimilation with the Starmash failed eleven years ago. The original assimilation turned into evolution, and my "self" as an individual disappeared.

This has led to my current state of integration with the world. I have evolved from being close to humans and only able to assimilate with astral matter, to being something that can assimilate with many ordinary humans at the same time, leaning towards a cursed spirit.

Because I possess barrier magic, I can maintain my external form and rationality even after evolving. Other humans, however, do not have barrier magic, and if they were to assimilate with me, they would only become killing monsters.

But to everyone's surprise, six years ago, [the company]...

Furthermore, I obtained Xia Youjie's body, who possessed the art of manipulating spirit curses, from Xiao Zi. This sudden turn of events was something I hadn't anticipated.

Because once the power of the charismatic target is seized, the world can use me to assimilate with all of humanity, and then the world will be finished.

But now, an even bigger surprise has occurred, one I never imagined the world would be in such a state of flux.

A few days ago, I sensed a massive surge of magical power in the sky above the planet.

When I tried to investigate, I sensed a terrifying consciousness!

Consciousness and magical power are different. Only beings like me, who are integrated with the world, can feel the power and vastness of that consciousness.

It's like a mayfly staring at the sun!

That was an indescribable horror!

Before my consciousness could even get close, it was instantly reduced to ashes. It was an existence I wasn't even worthy of looking up to!

"If it's cursed power, then isn't it still a cursed spirit?" Itachi's thought process was indeed different from others, and he inexplicably blurted out a sentence.

"Haha~, you can't say that. The so-called cursed spirit is just what we call it, merely a symbol. If a cursed spirit is so powerful that it exceeds human imagination, is it still a cursed spirit? It should probably be called a god!"

Fukuro Megumi pondered for a moment and said, "So, that cursed spirit can be understood as the ultimate product of cursed power, the god of cursed power?"

“…That’s one way to understand it,” Tianyuan said slowly.

At this moment, Huzhang asked, "What about the people outside? Doesn't the domain have a guaranteed hit effect? ​​Could it be that they've all already...?"

"My barrier can only protect those inside the High School of Spellcasting from being affected by the domain. As for those outside, based on my observation, their souls have been taken away and merged with the domain," Tianyuan explained.

"If we defeat that cursed spirit, will everyone's souls be able to return?"

"It should be possible." Tianyuan nodded.

"I see. That explains why that cursed spirit can maintain a domain covering the entire planet." Tsukumo Yuki thought she had figured out the source of the other party's enormous cursed power.

"Are there any survivors outside?" Zenin Maki asked.

"There shouldn't be any left. Even if a sorcerer used a domain to resist, it wouldn't last that long," Tianyuan explained.

"The most urgent task now is to find a way to deal with the god. Lord Tianyuan's barrier can't hold out indefinitely," Yae Masakado interrupted everyone and got to the point.

Gojo Satoru looked at Tengen: "This is why I'm here. Tengen, do you know any way to defeat that god?"

The others—Zenin Maki, Inuyama Toshiki, Panda, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugizaki Nobara, Itadori, Yagami Masamichi, Otsuku Yuta, and Tsukumo Yuki—all looked at Tengen.

They were filled with unease, because Tianyuan's words were tantamount to a direct declaration about whether this world could be saved.

"……Have!"

"What method?" Wu Tiao asked.

"...Prison Gate!"

“Yumen Gorge! It’s the physical body of that monk Genshin after his death, a top-grade cursed artifact capable of sealing all things in the world,” Tsukumo Yuki explained.

This is an absolute weapon for defeating the strong with the weak! It's like an invincible trump card!

The Prison Gate can conceptually limit curse power; it cannot be broken from within, and there is no concept of time within it.

Because it may have sealed away space and time along with it, its interior is like a parallel world where there is no concept of time, everything is completely disrupted, and everything is at a standstill...

“That’s right, it’s Prison Gate.” Tianyuan nodded.

"Can Prison Gate really seal that god? You know, that's a monster that even Gojo Satoru couldn't handle, a monster whose domain covers an entire planet!" Panda asked.

"Yes, that's true. If we use the Prison Gate Rift in the normal way, it's not certain. But if we use another method to use the Prison Gate Rift..."

After Tianyuan finished speaking, a pair of withered hands produced a pitch-black cube from nowhere, with a red rope sealing the only crack on one side.

"Is this the Prison Gate?" Fuhei Hui looked at the cube with curiosity.

"Yes and no, this is the back gate of the Prison Gate. The Prison Gate is a two-in-one entity, consisting of the main gate and the back gate."

The front door is the entrance used for sealing, while the back door is the exit used for unsealing.

The direction is strictly fixed; it must be sealed from the outside and then unsealed from the inside.

Regardless of whether it's sealed or unsealed, the authority to open the door ultimately belongs to the owner of the main gate [the table].

"In other words, if this [inside] were to lose its protective barrier, it would become unusable! It would become a place where..."

“That’s right.” Tianyuan nodded.

"Isn't that just like a piece of scrap metal?" Haddō said.

"This is what I wanted to say. Although the [inside] may not seem as important as the [outside], it is the only exit from the prison gate. If the [outside] is used for sealing, the [inside] will be sealed along with the target."

Therefore, conceptually, this creates an absolute paradox, like the ouroboros biting its own tail—without beginning or end, endless and without beginning, entering an infinite cycle or perhaps before everything even began…

In that case, Yu Menjiang would be banished to the conceptual black realm along with the sealed individuals, never to return, and would completely disappear.

I think even if the other party is a god, they cannot transcend this ultimate concept of infinity!

This is the only way I can think of to defeat God!

After Tianyuan finished speaking,

The people present looked happy. Although there were still many difficulties, at least there was a glimmer of hope.

But then, Yi Gu You Tai added, "However, according to what you said, the [table] of the Prison Gate is in that... [unclear text]!"

"This requires Gojo's resolve..." Tengen looked at Gojo Satoru and revealed his plan...

After hearing this, everyone fell silent, their eyes filled with an unconcealed heaviness as they looked at Gojo.

Wu Tiao, on the other hand, seemed quite nonchalant: "I have no problem, let's leave it at that."

“But, if things go according to plan, Mr. Gojo, you—” Itadori was a little unable to accept it.

“You are my proud juniors, I believe in you!” Gojo said.

"Teacher Gojo!"

Seeing the sorrowful gazes cast upon her by everyone, Gojo was moved, but a strong sense of déjà vu surged within her once again, as if she had witnessed this scene before…

"I will distribute the power of the barrier to each of you to counteract the effects of the domain. This is all I can do. Now... the world depends on you!" Tengen's words interrupted the strange feeling in Gojo's heart.

A tragic atmosphere began to permeate the Hongxing Palace.

At last,

The group prepared to set off, determined to win this war that would affect the entire world, at all costs.

On the eve of departure.

Tengen found Tiger Stick alone and handed him a bundle.

"What is this?" Huzhang asked, taking the bundle with a puzzled expression.

“These are Sukuna’s fingers, Sukuna’s vessel. You’ll have to deal with them as they come.” Tengen said before turning and leaving.

Tiger Staff opened the package and peered inside. His eyes widened instantly, for the package was filled with Su Nuo's fingers, at least ten of them. Tiger Staff froze for two seconds, then gripped the package tightly in his hand and turned to leave.

Chapter 483 Tragic

Woods in the suburbs.

The sky was filled with white light, illuminating the forest as if it were daytime. A cool summer breeze swept through the air, creating ripples on the lush green forest.

The group from the Spellcasting Academy arrived here by car.

They split into two groups. One group, led by Gojo Satoru, went to find Xia Youjie based on Tianyuan's intelligence and try to obtain the Prison Gate from him. The other group consisted of the rest of them, who came here to restrain Shen.

Along the way, they saw the desolate scene outside the window. The bustling streets suddenly became eerily silent, and countless people were spread out on the ground like wheat, densely packed and boundless, as if they had come to a human graveyard.