"Rip."
In the quiet room, the violent tearing of cloth strips, accompanied by sharp, ear-piercing, tragic screams, suddenly exploded.
A clear blade wound suddenly appeared on the already blood-stained and dirty teru teru bozu. It was a deep gash, cutting from left to bottom, almost as if it would split it in two.
A large amount of fresh blood gushed from the hideous bloodstain, staining half of the teru teru bozu's body crimson.
Despite the teru teru bozu's utterly tragic state, in the next second, a snow-white blade directly pierced through its body from the wound, closing its wailing mouth with the blade.
"Clang!"
It was Kenmyo. His consciousness had just returned, and the Black Rage rampage effect brought by his Bankai was causing his mental corruption to subtly spiral out of control. He instinctively gripped the blade in a backhand and thrust downwards, the sharp blade piercing through the teru teru bozu and deeply embedding itself into the ground.
The teru teru bozu, pierced through, wanted to let out an even more mournful wail but couldn't. Two clear streaks of blood tears flowed from its black pupils, and its mouth, sewn shut with fine thread, was blocked by the blade, barely moving, as if cursing something.
Kenmyo simply rotated the blade, and the passive effect of the Saint Blood Blade activated. A large amount of ominous black energy continuously emerged from the teru teru bozu's wounds, eyes, and other places, and as soon as this black energy appeared, it was absorbed by the blade.
As the black energy drained away, as if losing its life force, the aura of the originally extremely eerie teru teru bozu, that sinister thing, withered to the extreme, no longer possessing its initial eerie appearance.
In the end, countless visible cracks appeared on the teru teru bozu after its black energy was completely absorbed. It shattered completely on its own, without even needing the wind, leaving no trace of its existence in the world as it vanished into the air.
After absorbing this black energy, clear, vein-like patterns appeared on the blade, as if alive, pulsating with the pulse on the blade.
After a long while, the hideous veins on the Saint Blood Blade's body dissipated, and it returned to normal, its pristine white blade making the bizarre scene from earlier seem like an illusion.
Kenmyo did not pull the blade out of the ground, because his mental state was equally unwell, appearing much more exhausted than when he first opened his Domain.
Slumped on the ground, it took a while for Kenmyo to recover some of his spirits. He glanced at the Saint Blood Blade obliquely embedded in the ground and even pinched himself.
Covering half of his face with one hand, his expression was unclear, but his uncontrollably upturned lips already indicated his mood.
"Hahaha."
From a restrained chuckle to a final, unrestrained, wild laugh, Kenmyo, with his arm bent to cover his eyes, trembled all over from laughing.
"Hahahahahahaha!!!"
Kenmyo put down his arm and instead picked up the chainsword, which had already been imbued with Saint Blood energy, and held it in front of him.
The blade, so sharp that it cut through the air, now not only reflected his ink-black pupils, but also featured many hideous demons formed from blood on its surface.
These images flashed by, but Kenmyo, as the owner of the Saint Blood Blade, knew that these things were real.
It meant that as long as he swung the blade, these Vengeful Soul would emerge from the terrifying River of Blood, tearing apart all enemies in front of Kenmyo.
This was one of the abilities of Kenmyo's Bankai after unleashing the Saint Blood Blade.
Remnant Soul Katana - South.
Holy Blood Myriad Trillion Death Great Burial Formation.
This name suddenly appeared in his mind during his Bankai. Literally, everything Kenmyo killed with this blade, whether Cursed Spirits or humans, their dead souls would be resurrected in the sea of blood constructed by the blade, forever sinking within it, unable to transcend for all eternity, only to be used by Kenmyo as the lowest servants.
However, Kenmyo preferred to call it the River of Death, signifying a river filled with death and full of the undead.
The disappearance of the teru teru bozu, which was just devoured by the blade, wasn't a true disappearance but a change in its mode of existence. At this moment, everything in Zhong Sheng Temple, including trees, mountains, rivers, ghosts, resentful monks, and the Great Buddha, all converged within Kenmyo's Bankai.
Zhong Sheng Temple harbored a deep secret: a building called the Demon Subduing Pagoda, which suppressed a terrifying Demon Buddha.
If nothing went wrong, it was the Buddhist son whose head was cut off a thousand years ago, the protagonist of the teru teru bozu story. His head was sealed in an exquisite box. A thousand years of accumulated resentment had long since transformed him into an irrational and terrifying ghost.
The Demon Buddha's power was immense, but the world of Zhong Sheng Temple couldn't fully contain its power. Otherwise, the other monk Vengeful Soul would have long since desperately helped him break the seal over a thousand years.
This also meant that the Demon Buddha, with a millennium of accumulated resentment, was completely trapped in this world.
So, what Kenmyo could do was simple: shatter this world.
One stage of Bankai was not enough to shatter heaven and earth, so Kenmyo could only activate the second stage of Bankai – Fallen Angel.
Fallen Angel, putting aside everything else, merely the side effects of Black Rage and Bloodthirst on the user were dozens of times more severe than the first stage of Bankai.
Kenmyo's mental energy was drained in 0.1 seconds. Fortunately, within that 0.1 second of entering Fallen Angel, he split open the sky of Zhong Sheng Temple!
The teru teru bozu initially had a clear blade mark on its surface; this was Kenmyo's doing, as the destructive power invaded the real world.
The world of Zhong Sheng Temple was on the verge of collapse, and Kenmyo was directly kicked out.
After coming out, Kenmyo eagerly used the blade's passive ability to absorb the teru teru bozu, which was equivalent to absorbing the entire world. When he picked up the blade just now, Kenmyo confirmed with his eyes that the Demon Buddha had been submerged by the endless sea of blood and transformed into his likeness.
Ryu's problem of lacking Cursed Energy was also solved. Although Cursed Spirits might have different attributes, the essence of Cursed Energy was still the same—negative emotions. Therefore, the Demon Buddha subjugated by Kenmyo could also provide Cursed Energy to Ryu.
Kenmyo had heard that by devouring a single finger, an ordinary Cursed Spirit could be transformed into a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
He didn't believe it before, but now he did.
This Demon Buddha's Cursed Energy was equivalent to more than fifty Ryus.
Kenmyo and Ryu now both had a giant portable charger.
Cursed Energy was not an issue for the time being.
Kenmyo could use the Holy Blood Myriad Trillion Death Great Burial Formation to achieve the same effects as his good friend Suguru Geto's Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
Suguru Geto could only control Cursed Spirits, not humans, and was also limited by a "master-servant contract," preventing him from forcibly plundering Cursed Spirits.
But for Kenmyo, he only needed to kill; there were no other requirements.
What, can't kill them? Has his strength not improved all these years? Why doesn't he look for his own problems more?
Whether Cursed Spirit or human, as long as they were killed by Kenmyo, they could not escape their subsequent fate of "eternal servitude."
Given the unique nature of his abilities, the path most suitable for Kenmyo was indeed slaughter. The more lives that died by Kenmyo's hand, the higher the pile of skulls, the stronger he would become.
Perhaps Sanguinius would never have imagined that the one who inherited his bloodline would have such heretical thoughts, completely devoid of his holy purity and righteous, great, and honorable image, but rather somewhat like a madman under Khorne.
The mission was completed very efficiently, so Kenmyo was granted a six-day vacation.
Even Kenmyo's newly awakened Blood Manipulation, used with his eyes closed, was much better than his relatives who had been using blood techniques for several years.
Blood Manipulation, being able to rival Gojo Satoru's Limitless, must have its unique qualities. It's just that the recent generations of the Kamo Family haven't fully developed it.
In ancient times, hygiene conditions were poor, and even Jujutsu Sorcerer could be at risk of bacterial infection, let alone the Kamo Family, who constantly self-harmed as a means of bleeding.
This family, which fought with blood, was particularly prone to bleeding to death in battle, so the loss of certain Blood Manipulation secret techniques was quite normal. Some Jujutsu Sorcerer who mastered the Kamo Family's secret techniques went on missions and never returned, leading to a Fault (discontinuity) in the technique.
Kenmyo wanted to uncover what essential skills the Kamo Family's ancestors had lost.
He had many tricks up his sleeve when it came to Blood Manipulation because Kenmyo had a continuous River of Blood at his disposal, an inexhaustible supply of Cursed Energy, so he wouldn't die from excessive blood loss.
One could say, who would dare to provoke Kenmyo now? They would truly be seeking death.
"Serves them right."
Inside a convenience store, Kenmyo picked up the snacks he had just bought and walked out, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he recalled the news he had just seen.
Although he wasn't sure if it was true, Kenmyo really wanted this to be true.
Kenmyo really liked a character whose power was at the ceiling level, and the entire plot was set up for him to be invincible, but the author wrote him to his death.
The author arranged a plot kill that treated readers as idiots, leaving countless fans heartbroken and feeling like clowns.
So the news he had just seen was that a righteous person had beaten this author, who didn't treat readers like humans, into the hospital.
Whether it was true or false, Kenmyo felt very pleased deep down. At the very least, everyone thought this author had a big problem, and some people even couldn't stand it and carried out justice!
Indeed, there are still more good people in the world.
Alright, he took that back now.
There were still many evil people in the world.
Just as Kenmyo was about to take a shortcut to get home faster, he felt something was very wrong even before his foot touched the paving stone in front of him.
The reaction of the Flesh Hound, acting as a sentinel, also made Kenmyo aware.
The uninvited guests had nowhere to hide under Kenmyo's perception, and it was laughable that they still thought they were well hidden.
Kenmyo, holding a plastic bag, said coldly.
"Come out."
"If you don't come out, then you won't have to come out for the rest of your lives."
As soon as Kenmyo's words fell, a Curtain covering an area of about 300 meters around him quickly enveloped him.
"Jujutsu Sorcerer?"
Jujutsu Sorcerer and Cursed Users have one difference: Jujutsu Sorcerer at least use the illusionary technique "Curtain" to conceal themselves.
But Cursed Users don't have so many scruples. Of course, it also doesn't rule out that Cursed Users are just more idle.
"Indeed, to be rated as a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer at such a young age is truly not simple."
Soon, seven men in black kimonos appeared in front of Kenmyo. The leader was a middle-aged man with short black hair.
Just seeing this middle-aged man for the first time made Kenmyo feel a bit uncomfortable; it was that feeling of a high and mighty noble looking down on commoners.
He was clapping for Kenmyo.
"Three Semi-Grade 1, four Grade 1."
Kenmyo glanced at them, not surprised by their numbers or strength. He had already assessed the situation on the field.
This was also the reason for the short-haired man's confidence: one against eight, the advantage is mine.
"Kenmyo!"
"I am Kamo Kenka,"
He glanced at Kenmyo and said arrogantly,
"I don't know what kind of luck you had; you're someone who was expelled from the family."
"We received orders from the Great Elder to bring you back to the family."
"Back to the family?"
Kenmyo raised an eyebrow.
To invite me back to the family, do you really need so many people to block me here?