Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness, you're all alright!"

Duanmu Yan's hands froze in mid-air, unsure of where to put them.

Standing at the entrance of the passage, Gojo Satoru watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth began to turn upward.

"Oh, I remember now, Duanmu said he liked lively, energetic, strong and cheerful girls like Tian Tian."

“Yes, that’s right.” Xia Youjie replied quickly, his tone serious but his eyes completely mischievous. “I remember saying that on the beach in Okinawa.”

Duanmu Yan's face flushed red instantly, and Tian Lizi's face also turned red, from the tips of her ears all the way to the roots of her neck.

The two of them jerked back as if they had been burned. Riko jumped back a step, pulled her hand back from Duanmu Yan's waist, and waved it wildly in front of her.

"I... I was just so excited to see you were all okay!"

She coughed twice, in a way that only made things worse, and then poked the bloodstain on Gojo Satoru's chest with her finger.

"So, so what happened? You two are all filthy!"

Gojo Satoru and Duanmu Yan exchanged a glance, then spoke at the same time.

"Of course we won."

"The Reversal Technique has been awakened."

Xia Youjie stood a few steps away. When he heard the words "reversal spell," something flashed in his eyes.

Congratulations!

He smiled and said, as usual, "Let's go see Lord Tianyuan."

He turned and walked deeper into the Hongxing Palace. Riko followed him. Before leaving, she secretly glanced back at Duanmu Yan and found that he was also looking at her. She immediately turned her head back.

Chapter 79 Tianyuan

The gate deep within the Hidden Star Palace slowly opened.

It was pitch black behind the door. Gojo Satoru was the first to step inside, his hands in his tattered pockets, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Xia Youjie followed closely behind.

Riko hesitated for a moment at the door, still feeling somewhat nervous and scared.

Duanmu Yan walked over from behind and gently patted her shoulder. She took a deep breath and went inside.

The door slammed shut behind them with a loud bang, and the dust settled.

The front hall of the Hongxing Palace is a spacious underground space. The dome is supported by tree roots and rocks, and the four walls are inlaid with dark runes. Two rows of people stand inside the hall.

Several familiar faces from the Elders' Council stood on the left, impeccably dressed, their expressions tense.

Hikari leaned against the stone pillar on the right, his brow furrowed, his eyes darting back and forth between the newcomer and the elders.

In the very center, Principal Leyan Temple stood hunched over, leaning on a specially made cane. His eyes were cloudy, but full of shrewdness.

The group stopped.

“The principal of Leyan Temple,” Duanmu Yan said.

Leyan Temple did not nod. He tapped his cane on the ground a few times before slowly speaking, "You are all geniuses. I thought you understood the importance and urgency of matters."

Duanmu Yan was silent for a few seconds, then sighed heavily and closed his eyes: "Don't you think your ideas are too conservative?"

Leyan Temple was not angry. "This is not about being conservative, because no one can predict whether Lord Tianyuan will still be on the side of humanity after his evolution."

He did not activate any spells, nor did he release any magical power.

The three young men in front of him were stronger than him. He wasn't crazy; he didn't need to test whether his punch would hit cotton or iron. The answer was already in his heart.

"Assimilation is the way we can maintain stability at the lowest cost."

He stared intently at the three people in front of him, his cloudy eyes unwavering, waiting for them to express their opinions.

Duanmu Yan took a step forward. "I will talk to Tianyuan about the assimilation matter."

The hall fell silent for a moment. Then it exploded.

"Arrogant!" An elder strode forward. "Who do you think you're talking to!"

"You have no foundation, yet you dare to attempt such a thing!" another elder pressed in from the side. "You are putting the entire nation of Japan in danger! You are becoming sinners in this world!"

“If you abandon your ideas now,” the third elder said, his tone softening, “we can let bygones be bygones.”

Some even stated forcefully that they should be apprehended.

"Kusakabe-class commander, seize these three madmen for me!"

Atsuya Kusakabe, standing to the side, pointed to himself: "Ah, me?"

He really can't do it.

Why make him face an enemy he has no chance of winning?

He doesn't understand!

Leyan Temple neither participated nor stopped it; it simply watched from the sidelines.

He knew that assimilation could not continue unless he was convinced by the will of the three men.

The elders continued speaking, their voices overlapping each other—generous, sorrowful, angry, accusatory…

Duanmu Yan closed his eyes; his head was throbbing.

That group of people was really noisy, and they kept saying it was for the sake of all humanity.

He was too lazy to chat with a group of stubborn old fogies.

In an instant, his armor materialized, and two fiery red blades slashed forward, burning the centuries-old building to ashes.

The large number of old buildings next to the elders were instantly engulfed in flames.

Xia Youjie's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and he subconsciously looked down at himself... Could he do it?

In an instant, it destroyed hundreds of meters of space.

He asked himself.

But the answer silenced him.

Yes, but it won't be as easy as it was for Duanmu.

The hall was completely silent. The elders' mouths were still open, but they could no longer speak.

This was only because Duanmu Yan had held back; if he hadn't retained a shred of reason, it wouldn't have been just the house that disappeared.

Leyanji leaned on his cane without speaking. He looked at Gojo Satoru's raised fingertips, then at Duanmu Yan, and finally looked away, his gaze falling on the back of his hands covered with age spots.

"Now... it's the era of young people."

It was quiet for a long time.

"Although I really don't want to have human blood on my hands..."

Duanmu Yan deactivated his transformation, raised his eyes, and looked at the elders.

"But I've already taken one down, so I don't mind taking down a few more now."

One of the elders' faces darkened. "Don't you think you're being too domineering?"

"Domineering? That's still better than you bunch of people who disregard life. The world of sorcery isn't about seniority; it's about strength. Just because I'm stronger than you doesn't mean I'm right."

He has never been an unreasonable person.

On the contrary, he is very reasonable and respects reason.

But when faced with unreasonable people, there's no need to reason with them.

He looked at the elder who had spoken, his gaze sweeping over the clan crest on the elder's collar. "Judging from your clan crest, you must be from the Zen family. I'll pay you a visit in a while."

The elder's face froze, and the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched but didn't fully open.

It's a threat, it must be a threat.

"...Then the clan chief and I will await your arrival." He said this through clenched teeth, each word squeezed out from between his teeth.

Duanmu Yan didn't reply, because there was no need. The energy key spun around in his finger again. "So what's your answer?"

"..."

"..."

The Elders' enemies fell silent.

Just then, a voice came from deep within the hall.

"Let him in."

The elders bowed in unison, their voices even carrying a hint of relief: "Yes, Lord Tianyuan."

Kusakabe breathed a sigh of relief.

For a moment just now, he genuinely thought he would be sent there.

If you take down these three, you're doomed.

Fortunately, Lord Tianyuan spoke up, and he lowered his head and straightened up behind the pillar.

It's over, that's great.

At the end of the stone steps, a huge wooden door slowly opened.

Duanmu Yan paused at the door for a moment, turned around and glanced at Riko, whose face was somewhat pale.

He nodded to her and then stepped over the threshold.

"wait for me."

……

The Palace of Death, lower level.

Duanmu Yan walked down the last set of stone steps alone. The door behind him closed silently after he stepped in, shutting out all the sounds from the upper level.

Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki stayed up there to protect Tian Lizi.

He stopped and slowly opened his eyes.