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Under the shroud of the barrier, a vast complex of solemn and oppressive Japanese-style buildings unfolded, ancient, gloomy, austere, cold... and decaying.

It was filled with strict hierarchical implications.

"Isn't that a good thing? He's been threatening to kill us all, hasn't he?"

Misaka Shuto lit a cigarette and shrugged indifferently.

Those who become sorcerers guarding the headquarters have a clear understanding of their position and role.

"I think the key question shouldn't be who can kill him? He's the undisputed strongest, a player with no equal, and there's no one to rival him."

Another young man muttered to himself.

"Could it be that Ryoumen Sukuna has been resurrected? Aren't the curse masters supposed to be getting restless lately?"

"Ha, he just lived in an era without Gojo Satoru."

The young man sneered: "Times are changing. It's hard to say where the so-called King of Curses from a thousand years ago would stand now. Let's talk about defeating Gojo Satoru after he can get past the other Special Grade ones."

"That's true~"

Misaka Shuto shrugged indifferently.

Spells are evolving, and spellcasters will only get stronger with each generation.

It's one thing if the strongest being from a thousand years ago is still alive, but if he's dead and hasn't had a thousand years of development, how could he be stronger than the current top-tier beings?

But it doesn't matter...

Regardless of the reason, these sorcerer nobles don't need to risk their lives. Once the noble cause is mentioned, those commoners will be willing to sacrifice their lives.

Don't be fooled by their claims of being top-tier or special-grade; in the end, they're nothing more than dogs kept by these rulers.

What about Gojo Satoru?

So what if they clamored to kill them all? All they've done so far is bare their teeth and show their dissatisfaction.

When pressured by the greater good, he becomes more obedient than anyone else, working tirelessly as a paperhanger everywhere.

Even if the oppression reaches its limit and erupts in the future, it will only mean killing one group of them, then continuing to worship the remaining group as masters, and the cycle will just repeat itself...

What does "a lineage unbroken for eternity" even mean?!

"no...."

suddenly.

Another young man sensed something was wrong and looked suspiciously at the imposing, large Japanese-style building behind him: "Don't you think it's too quiet inside?"

I don't know when, but the hushed conversations at the sentry posts disappeared, and even the sounds of insects moving and rubbing against each other in the old, damp buildings were gone.

It was eerily quiet.

The sentry posts are all staffed by family sorcerers like them. Their skills might be questionable, but they still chat and laugh to pass the time.

Last time, someone even played games while on lookout duty and was reprimanded by the elders. Only someone like them could have been arrested; a lower-level sorcerer might have been caught instead.

"It's probably the elders coming out; they're just putting on an act... Did you hear anything?"

Misaka Shuto didn't seem to care, but he soon paused, startled by something he heard, and leaned closer to the door to listen.

It's the sound of flowing water.

As clear as a stream, with the sound of flowing water, like smoke and clouds, appearing and disappearing, an indescribable and enchanting beauty...

Then....

Nestled among the mountains, a vast architectural complex that has stood for nearly a thousand years, a dazzling torrent of sword light shot into the sky, breathtakingly beautiful, reflecting on the mountains as dawn broke, captivating all eyes.

"What... what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

An elderly woman in a kimono fled in a disheveled state, her body erupting with intense magical energy that instantly tore open the courtyard and gate in front of her, and she staggered out.

"Lord Su Shi——?!"

The two of them cried out in disbelief.

That was Elder Sukuya of the Elder Council, a top-tier sorcerer from the previous three eras of Gojo Satoru.

It is also one of the greatest assets of their sorcerer aristocracy.

Although there are quite a few retired second-level family sorcerers in high positions among the upper echelons.

But even a corrupt faction that can dominate the entire world of sorcery must have its own strengths.

(To clarify the setting, it's a stretch to say that a few ordinary old men, at most level one or two, are suppressing Gojo Satoru.)

now.

One of the strongest members of the faction, the old man in the kimono, no longer possessed his former imposing and oppressive aura. He screamed, covered his eyes, and staggered away as he fled.

A sharp sword mark could be vaguely seen, slicing open his eyes.

It wasn't just his physical body; even his soul was dissected along with it.

He went blind.

He merely caught a glimpse of that magnificent and dazzling sword light.

Just an ordinary person, with mere swordsmanship... Why?!

The kimono-clad old man, who had existed through three eras and was over a hundred years old, was terrified.

The sword light leaving its mark, the scene that emerged from his memory, was beyond his comprehension.

No wonder Gojo Satoru couldn't withstand a single sword strike; this inhuman swordsmanship has reached the realm of gods.

fine.....

There were others who took the bullets for him; he only glanced at them, and now he's blind. As long as he doesn't recall it, he won't be...

next moment.

He was horrified to discover that the sword scars that had ripped open his eyes and branded his soul had come alive, as if they had a life of their own, replicating themselves and multiplying!

magnetic--!

Blood flew.

A gruesome sword wound stretched from his left shoulder to his right rib. Under the extremely sharp sword intent, the blood had barely splattered when he was "killed" in mid-air.

Then came the second...the third...the fourth...

The vast complex of buildings stood in the horrified gazes of the family cultivators guarding it.

The former top-tier sorcerer, who was charging at full speed, suddenly froze in mid-air. Then, streaks of pale silver sword marks crisscrossed his body and erupted abruptly...

The emaciated Su Ye Changjiu fell as a pile of corpses, but was erased by some force while still in mid-air.

“Shuyeda...."

"Wait, who is Su Ye?"

Many guards looked up blankly, then their faces fell in terror; they realized they had forgotten the elder's name.

They even discovered that their memories were fading, and that their memories of that adult were being erased by some invisible force.

No.

It's not about erasing, but rather as if that unknown person never existed at all.

This is an erasure at the level of cause and effect.

"The sky is vast and blue, like a knife... Hahaha, is this what it means for Heaven to be like a knife? Even existence is erased from cause and effect and destiny. Now I understand why you Chinese people are so in awe of Heaven."

An old man, dressed in a dark, old-fashioned traditional kimono, who had once looked like a decaying doll, now laughed bitterly: "Is this divine punishment?"

At this moment, the very source of decay that Gojo Satoru most wanted to kill suddenly changed from his usual gloomy, serious, and rigid demeanor, roaring with a tragic and venomous tone: "Destroy all of creation, kill all things! Your sword is too ruthless, too cruel, your wisdom too high, your killing intent too strong, you even dare to draw your sword on behalf of heaven! You will not live long!"

no answer.

Amidst the soaring torrent of sword light.

A slender figure in pure white emerged from within, his dark eyes devoid of emotion.

In the face of a sword that can kill even the years, the so-called longevity is laughable.

immediately.,

The torrent of sword light suddenly dissipated, radiating out like billions of magnificent streams of light.

Countless thin sword lights, layer upon layer, countless in number, some vibrating, some sharp, some gentle, converge into a pool of flowing water, seemingly complex, yet perfectly natural.

With the sword of humanity, it depicts the beauty of time, the cruelty of fate, the vastness of heaven and earth, and the ruthlessness of the human heart. Such a magnificent artistic conception, such exquisite sword light.

Even those spellcasters who knew nothing about swordsmanship were deeply captivated by the sword light.

The exquisite swordsmanship and breathtaking beauty are captivating and draw the eye.

But... it looks like it's going to kill you.

One by one, even those sorcerers who could expand their domains didn't even have time to unleash their most prized spells before they were scattered by the wind, as if weathered away.

Fate is like a knife, a predetermined death.

The earth is merciless; distance is meaningless.

The hearts of men are filled with fervor, and sword light arises from within; they are doomed.

It is the extinction of all things, the killing of all phenomena.

A series of sword lights of different styles crisscrossed, dividing the entire complex and mercilessly crushing it.

Everything was either erased or shattered within the sword.

The highest governing body of the sorcery world, nestled among mountains and standing tall for millennia, collapsed with a deafening roar, and even the surrounding mountains were split and disintegrated in the burst of sword light.

Centered on the mountain, the sword energy radiates outwards, enduring through the ages. It no longer possesses the power to kill, but it remains exceptionally sharp, forming a magnificent forest of sword light that has existed for thousands of years.

The commotion shook thousands of miles away, and even in Tokyo, countless people looked up in shock at the commotion coming from the horizon.

However, most people quickly lowered their heads.

Earthquakes are common in Japan; it's not unusual for them to happen nine out of ten days.

I should think about how to pay this month's rent; that's more urgent.

But the world of sorcery seemed to have been struck by a magnitude 10 earthquake, leaving sorcerers almost dumbfounded.

The highest governing body of the neon magic world is gone?

Even the surrounding mountains disintegrated amidst the sword light?

What the hell are you talking about?

.......

real world.

Cafe.

"What's wrong, Mr. Rosser?"

Shiina Riki noticed that Rosser's pupils were somewhat unfocused, as if he were looking at some distant place, and couldn't help but ask.

"Could it be that Ayanokouji and Toyokawa Shoko are in danger?"

She believed she had some understanding of Rosser's existence.

Although Ayanokouji and the others seemed to have gone to the outskirts of Tokyo, she didn't think they could have gotten out of Mr. Rosser's sight.

Besides, it's only been a few hours.

Yes, although a whole day has passed on the other side, it's still only afternoon here.

"Oh no, they've finished dealing with their business and are now enjoying a pleasant picnic in a beautiful place."

Rosser smiled and said, "I'm considering whether to make it a bit more difficult for them to test their abilities."

You're calling me a monster, aren't you?

So you're secretly capturing my reflection using the things I gave you, aren't you?

Shouldn't I give you something fun?

The Dream Sea world is also a world of natural evolution, and the people in it are the subconscious of real humans.