Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

In the very center of the main hall is a sunken open space, where several long-bodied, differently shaped cursed spirits are scattered. Their designs are mostly derived from monsters in various myths and legends, or from humanity's deepest collective fears.

Black, winged bird-like monsters, translucent, eerie afterimages, and ancient warrior shadows corrupted by curses.

In the first-level special-grade spirit area closest to the high platform, a dozen or so special-grade spirits of various shapes and sizes were either lying down, reclining, or hovering in mid-air.

Some of them were covered in pale green eyeballs that kept turning, as if scanning everything around them.

Some have no fixed shape, resembling a swirling black mist, from which only one or two pale bony claws occasionally emerge.

High above the main hall, a multi-tiered platform rises abruptly from the ground.

Louhu leaned on his cane, the flames on his volcano-shaped head still burning. His single eye swept over the dark mass of cursed spirits below, his gaze filled with the scrutiny and pressure of a leader.

Beside him stood a man dressed in samurai attire with stitches on his forehead.

Liao Ao

The sorcerer, who has lived for over a thousand years, revealed his true name through the mouth of Tianyuan.

A fun-loving person who treats the whole world like a chessboard.

At a slightly lower position, three relatively young and smaller cursed spirits were particularly eye-catching.

Although their magical power was not as profound as that of Louhu and Huayu, it was astonishingly pure.

This is precisely the meaning of the phrase "骱吐┖骰ǚ咽率奔洌，邮澜绺鞯匮罢也⒈；て鹄吹男律煅种松椞" which appears to be a fragment of a sentence or phrase and doesn't translate directly. It's essentially a fragment of a sentence or phrase, possibly related to a musical instrument or musical instrument. A more accurate translation would require the full context.

Born above the troposphere, a cursed spirit condensed from thunderstorms and clear-sky turbulence, is called Sky.

His form constantly shifted between adult and boy, as if he had no fixed age, and his body was surrounded by an invisible vortex compressed to the extreme.

Born in the Pacific high-pressure zone, a cursed spirit born from the eye of a typhoon and the monsoon, named Wind.

It is almost transparent, only revealing a distorted human-shaped outline under the refraction of light, and is surrounded by air currents that are as sharp as fine blades and are difficult for ordinary people to withstand.

Born deep within a volcano, this cursed spirit, born from the earth's lava and humanity's primal fear of flames, is called Pure Fire.

Its skin resembled cooled magma, appearing dark red and cracked, with orange-yellow light shining through the cracks like lava.

A dull rustling sound rang out, and a withered, tree-shaped cursed spirit rose from the corner and slowly walked up the stone steps to the platform. An old man's face appeared on the broken tree trunk.

"The frequency of human attacks is increasing." The voice of the withered tree spirit was dry. "Gojo Satoru... and Kasuga Yuuto, Otsukotsu Yuta, and Tsukumo Yuki... too many."

"Humanity's powerful forces are far more than just one or two, but what about us cursed spirits?"

“Our top combat force is very limited, and if they can kill one, they can kill a second.”

As its words fell, the whispers in the hall grew even louder.

A black, mist-like cursed spirit hovering in mid-air let out a sharp voice: "That's right, Tuogen is dead, and the True Person is dead too. They were killed before they even had a chance to grow!"

“That idiot Zhenren dared to provoke a top-tier being right after he was born; he deserved to die.” Another serpentine cursed spirit coiled around the stone pillar, flicking its tongue. “But now that he’s dead, we’ve lost the means for large-scale conversion. Without him, where does our numerical advantage over humans come from?”

More voices of dissatisfaction are rising.

"Lord Louhu, Lord Huayu, you went to save the True Man, and you almost didn't make it back yourself."

"We have no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. Are we just going to wait here to die?"

Lou Hu did not speak immediately. His single eye swept across the entire area, its flame flickering incessantly.

The discussions inside the hall grew louder and louder.

Louhu slammed his cane down suddenly. A ring of cracks appeared in the stone bricks below, flames shot out from the cracks, and heat waves shot straight up to the dome.

Most of the cursed spirits immediately fell silent. The earth's power was not something everyone could withstand.

"Have you said enough?" Louhu's voice was hoarse. "Shut up if you have. Who says we have no way?"

The hall fell silent instantly, and all eyes turned to them.

This is the bearded man's...

He stepped forward, stood at the edge of the platform, and looked down at the grotesque-looking cursed spirits.

He didn't rush to speak, but let those gazes linger on him for a few seconds, waiting until every cursed spirit noticed him before he slowly spoke.

"I have a plan."

The hall fell silent once more. All eyes were fixed on the man with the stitches on his forehead.

"The King of Curses, Two-Faced Suno, have you all heard of him?" (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

A commotion arose in the hall.

Ryoumen Sukuna is the only being in the world of sorcery in the past thousand years to be given the title of King.

Even in the face of these monsters born from human negativity, that name still carries enough weight.

The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"His twenty fingers are scattered throughout Japan. Once they are gathered together, Sukuna can be fully revived in the container, and then he can be won over."

Do you think anyone in this era can stop him?

"A thousand years ago, the world of sorcery was at its peak. Countless sorcerers challenged him, and one after another they failed."

"He wasn't beaten to death—after his death, twenty of his fingers were cut off and sealed away, and then buried in various parts of Japan as special-grade cursed artifacts."

"After a thousand years, even adipocere cannot destroy them, and those fingers still exude a curse."

"The only thing in the world that can defeat Sukuna has never existed."

"They could only use sealing to buy time, but now we have found a way for him to be resurrected."

A tremor ran through the hall.

“Of course,” he said, his voice ringing out. “I’m sure you’re all right.” He added, “I’m sure you’re all right.” He continued, “I’m sure you’re all right.”

"So, we need to use this." [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.]

"Prison Gate, a top-grade cursed artifact, is specifically designed for sealing. Under the right conditions, as long as the trigger mechanism is met, no one can escape. Not even Gojo Satoru."

"However, the Prison Gate requires certain triggering conditions and time to take effect."

"During this period, we must have someone to keep Gojo Satoru occupied and prevent him from paying attention to anything else, otherwise our plan will be shattered before the seal is even activated."

"Therefore, I need you to help me confirm that Sukuna must be in his complete form to confront Gojo Satoru head-on."

Below the platform, some cursed spirits sneered. A slender, greyish-white cursed spirit stood up from the front row, its voice shrill: "Just an ancient person who died thousands of years ago, what's there to brag about?"

Louhu tapped his cane, forcefully silencing the discussion. "Enough, I agree to this plan. Anyone with objections, step forward and speak to me."

When the leader speaks, no matter how much others disagree, they have no choice but to shut up.

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"The prerequisite for restraining Gojo Satoru is that Sukuna must be fully revived. As for the other three Special Class, Kasuga Yuuto, Otsukoku Yuta, and Tsukumo Yuki, although they are strong, they are not invincible."

“Sealing, killing, teleporting, or even arranging for opponents of equal strength—any method will do as long as it achieves the goal of restriction.”

In the low-lying, gloomy sky, the rustling of leaves, the lingering shadows, the vast expanse of water, the fading light of dawn, the lingering shadows of the ancient Qiao Kong Sang ...

The Tartars, their descendants, their remains scattered, their servants, their bodies gleaming, their spirits broken, their bodies clattering, their bodies gleaming, their spirits clattering!

"Besides that, there's one more thing. The real person is dead." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Without him, large-scale forced awakening of spells, marking swimmers, and establishing a human base are all out of the question. I need a similar replacement. Whether it's one or two, as long as they have similar abilities, that's enough."

He paused for a moment, then said, "If you know where to find such a cursed spirit, please let me know."

Whispers broke out again in the hall.

The nightmare stack was completely destroyed, and the wounds were covered in blood. The wounds were severed, and the wounds were deep and painful. The wounds were deep and painful ...

He held up three fingers.

"First, there is a pre-marked, thousand-year-old pact. I made a pact with an ancient sorcerer a thousand years ago and prepared a vessel for the body. These vessels are implanted with cursed objects. Once they awaken, even if they cannot be won over, they will certainly be able to disrupt the current world of sorcery."

"In addition, I have been marking potential targets all over Japan for a long time. These marks usually make people drowsy and lethargic, but can be triggered by the right technique."

“They will awaken and become swimmers controlled by us.”

A commotion erupted in the hall. A lizard-like cursed spirit covered in scales muttered, "So you've been secretly setting traps for humans all along. A thousand years... just how many people have you carved?"

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"The last point, and the most important one."

"That's the site framework."

"Tengen set up ten large barriers in Japan, covering the entire country."

"I want to transform them all into arenas where the dead return, connecting them to form a giant barrier network covering the entire Japanese archipelago."

"Once the barrier is established, it will solidify the flow of magical power, concentrating all the magical power of Japan into one place." That will be an unprecedented total amount of magical power, enough to nurture a magical spirit that surpasses all other beings.

"The total amount of magical power will exceed that of either Gojo Satoru or Sukuna, and may even be the sum of the two."

"At that time, all the super-class beings on the human side will be nothing but ants in its presence."

Upon hearing this, the hall erupted in a frenzy of discussion that seemed impossible to stop.

This is the plan that Louhu and others announced to the public.

Cultivate a super-powerful cursed spirit to turn the tide of battle.

However, after a brief discussion, some people voiced different opinions:

"How many lives would be needed to fill that gap?"

"Who cares, it's not us anyway."

"There are so many humans outside, I wouldn't feel bad if they all died."

"If we can really do that, we can turn things around."

Louhu tapped the ground three times with his cane, and flames exploded, drowning out all other sounds. "That's enough, it's settled then."

The hall fell silent, but the atmosphere was noticeably different.

Just moments ago, there was tension and oppression, but now, every cursed spirit's eyes are shining.

After all, if the Great Cursed Spirit really did collude with the demon, then what would become of its power?

In their imagination, such a powerful cursed spirit could not be without intelligence, nor could it be controlled by humans.

They will truly have the potential to dominate the world.