The sky was enveloped in deep darkness, and the area surrounding Qi Lu Mountain was covered in lightning and thunder, giving the feeling of an apocalypse.
"Roar!!!"
A deafening beast roar, powerful enough to freeze the soul, shook the entire forest of the Qilu Mountain Range, seemingly indicating that the Cursed Spirit, having endured the long river of time, had fully awakened from its seal.
"I'm finally out. After a full 700 years, I'm finally out."
Currently, the sealing ground on Qi Lu Mountain —the large Barrier lake —was completely covered by an extremely massive, scaled creature.
The rough, winding body, with its distinct layers, was covered in black, hard exoskeletons, and its tail tip bore a sharp barb. There was no doubt that its body housed explosive power.
This was a snake-like Cursed Spirit, with slightly protruding bumps on its near-triangular head, and two pairs of golden vertical pupils that revealed terrifying majesty and unimaginable cruelty.
The monster's wide-open mouth could easily swallow a ten-meter-high dwelling, and it had several slender whiskers on its chin. The torii gate had long been crushed by the Cursed Spirit's massive body.
The colossal Cursed Spirit, merely by moving its body, crushed the surrounding cultists into meat patties, eliciting countless agonizing screams.
"Damn Jujutsu Sorcerer, I want you all to die."
Recalling the years it had been sealed, the Cursed Spirit was clearly furious, venting all its temper on the small fry before it.
Perhaps its memory was still stuck in the time period when it was besieged and then sealed by the Jujutsu Sorcerer.
"Just woke up, and already so grumpy."
The Cursed Spirit's physique was already enormous; moving was no different from an earthquake, directly shaking the entire mountain, not to mention the surging Cursed Energy emanating from it.
The explosive Cursed Energy expanded wildly in all directions. Several people were even blown away by the sheer pressure and carried into the air.
The "person" who unsealed this Cursed Spirit was pressing down on their hat with a hand.
"Too noisy."
Strangely, their voice sounded somewhat male and somewhat female, a bit like an old person and a bit like a child, as if seven or eight souls were squeezed together, speaking simultaneously.
Moreover, faces were constantly shifting on their torso, including the face of the Kamo Family Elder, all of them deeply embedded vengeful spirits.
It somewhat resembled Lucius, the Endless Blade, from Kenmyo's last simulation. That guy also covered the souls he possessed onto his armor.
This bizarre creature has too many identities. Having lived for thousands of years, it is an old monster from the same era as Tengen and even the Four-Armed Oni God.
For example, one of the Kamo Family ancestors controlled by Kenmyo, Kamo Noritoshi, was also a persona of this guy.
Before Kenmyo took charge of the clan, the leader of the entire clan was him, occupying the body of the Kamo Family Elder.
His true name is unknown; he calls himself Kenjaku.
In Esoteric Buddhism, "Amoghapāśa" symbolizes the Buddha using the rope of compassion to save and guide sentient beings, meaning his vow will not fail.
The reason he looks like this is because he was attacked by Kenmyo and was reduced to this state after enduring the domain, Bloodthirst Black Wrath.
Yet, even with such a giant beast presented before him, the guy covered in grotesque, lumpy flesh, no matter how weird, was merely a drop in the ocean —nothing special.
"But this is perfect. A mindless beast like this will be easier to deal with."
Kenjaku, having lived for a thousand years, knew many secrets. For example, the Special Grade Cursed Spirit sealed on Qi Lu Mountain was named Suikun. It was active seven hundred years ago, and its Reverse Cursed Technique was incredibly potent —it was virtually unkillable.
He licked the blood dripping from the stitches on his forehead, revealing an insane smile.
"He can't even use Cursed Energy, only rage in futility."
The androgynous monster clasped its hands together, and as the Cursed Energy on its body began to condense, blood started to seep not only from its forehead but now also from its mouth, nose, and ears —its whole body seemed to be bleeding.
This body seemed to be resisting his use of Cursed Energy, as if the mere activation of a Cursed Technique would cause the body to be destroyed due to unknown factors.
"Damn it, why is it still here?"
The deformed monster showed a pained expression, kneeling on the ground and vomiting a large amount of blood, containing fragments of internal organs.
The collapse in his words was overflowing. He truly couldn't understand why, even after using every channel and method, he couldn't get rid of this affliction.
"I've already switched bodies eight times, so why can it still affect me?"
Suddenly, the faces on the lumps of flesh on his body became even more distorted, and several of them exploded directly, turning into pools of filthy blood.
Moreover, the flesh on his fingers and arms had begun to rot. In some places, the bone was visible, and the bone itself was black.
"I'm afraid this body won't be usable after tonight either."
You wouldn't believe that the body he switched into was only 18 years old. But currently, if he were taken to a hospital, no one would believe it, because the instruments would show he was at least 90 years old, with all his organs on the verge of failure.
The mental state had been driven out, but the problem had evolved into a deep-seated poison.
That terrifying toxin contained in the blood seemed to have invaded his soul, following him no matter how many bodies he switched into.
The physical collapse manifested as irreversible decay, which could not be resisted even with the Reverse Cursed Technique. Cells were aging and necrotizing at a speed 100 times faster than that of a normal person.
Especially when using Cursed Energy or a Cursed Technique, the body would accelerate this process to five times its original rate of collapse, leading to immediate death if the breakdown was severe.
This was all the effect of Kenmyo's Domain, Blood Death Black Rage. Even if the target escaped the range of the Cursed Technique, once marked, this curse would never be stripped away unless they died.
"That brat absolutely cannot be allowed to live."
Kenjaku had waited a thousand years; this millennium could not be wasted.
Fortunately, at the cost of rendering this body —which should have lasted half a year —useless in just one day, he successfully activated his Cursed Technique.
Otherwise, the resources used to unseal this Cursed Spirit, plus the waste of this body, would truly leave him with nothing.
The blood erupting from Kenjaku's body converged in the air into a massive blood-red orb. By the time the Cursed Spirit noticed the anomaly, it was already too late.
Immediately, seven or eight blood-red light pillars, five meters wide, shot out from the orb. Although not large, they possessed astonishing penetrating power and high temperature.
Even the Cursed Spirit's hard scales couldn't withstand them for a few seconds before being pierced through. A sharp blade of light swept past, and instantly a clear blood line appeared on the Cursed Spirit's neck.
The automatic slicing effect was extremely powerful. Then, like a laser beam sweep, the massive snake-shaped Cursed Spirit was completely segmented into thousands of pieces in just a few seconds.
The previously arrogant and violent Cursed Spirit was instantly chopped into countless tiny meat chunks, and green blood splattered everywhere with a deafening sound.
The already filthy water was stained with a dark green hue. These meat chunks rolled down like a landslide of gigantic rocks, splashing a large amount of water.
One piece of meat even smashed directly onto the miserable, wounded man, hitting him so hard that it cracked his skull, revealing his squirming brain underneath.
However, even though Suikun was cut into pieces, its Reverse Cursed Technique could still be used. The situation where a Jujutsu Sorcerer cannot use their Cursed Technique after being bisected did not apply to it.
Injuries of this magnitude would take five days to recover. If it were at full strength, it might have healed completely in less than a minute.
The impact caused spinal dislocation, nearly killing Kenjaku on the spot. After finally managing to straighten his neck, he shakily stood up.
Unsealing and temporarily "killing" the giant beast before him was only one part of Kenjaku's ritual. This Cursed Spirit was strictly a sacrifice used to fill the gap of insufficient Cursed Energy.
The other purpose was to absorb Suikun's body and merge a portion of its Cursed Spirit into Kenjaku's body.
This was a bold, innovative "fighting poison with poison" treatment.
Due to his rapid physical collapse, Kenjaku needed a healing method stronger than his Reverse Cursed Technique, which is why he remembered this Cursed Spirit.
Kenjaku was on the verge of collapse. He could now wipe away a large chunk of flesh just by casually brushing his face —it was more terrifying than being splashed with sulfuric acid; his flesh was mangled, and his left eye was already blind.
Even after living for a thousand years, he felt somewhat broken by this situation.
"I can't do anything in my current state."
The shaken Kenjaku's vision began to blur, his eyes went black, and standing was difficult.
This was the worst defeat he had suffered in a thousand years, and that brat hadn't even lived for a fraction of his time.
Kenjaku felt that he should be considered extraordinarily gifted. After all, he had lived for a thousand years. Who could surpass him in the research of Cursed Spirits and Cursed Techniques?
"He's even more outrageous than the Six Eyes. How exactly was that kind of monster born?"
But standing before Kenmyo, Kenjaku felt he had lived in vain —this kind of outrageous Cursed Technique that even he couldn't analyze.
Kenjaku had finally seen a glimmer of hope to kill the Six Eyes and allow Tengen to evolve into something else, thereby reshaping the entire world in his image.
Now, a sneakier monster, an old schemer, had appeared —someone who was initially harmless but had grown into a terrifying existence. Just a slight display of ability could cause him such intense mental shock.
That brat must die.
But Kenjaku couldn't approach the brat. He couldn't even imagine how active the virus inside him would become when close to its master.
Would the speed of his physical collapse be a thousand times faster, or ten thousand times?
For him, who could live simply by switching bodies, this was the only time he had come so close to death.
So, he found the remains of the first generation ancestor of the Gojo Family.
Kenjaku, who had extensive research on souls and Cursed Spirits, could use a ritual to pull the dead soul out of the Underworld.
The more than 1,600 cultists were sacrifices dedicated to the God of Death, which should preliminarily achieve the effect of Reversing Yin and Yang.
Suikun's previous rampage killed at least 400 believers, but this didn't matter, as they were meant to be sacrificed anyway.
Kenjaku took a black silk pouch from his pocket and poured the contents into his hand.
It was clearly a blue finger bone.
This was the only relic left by Gojo Xin Yan, the great-grandfather of the current Six Eyes, Gojo Satoru, and the 28th family head.
The reason Kenjaku chose to resurrect the Gojo Family ancestor was that his Cursed Technique was particularly disgusting, and Kenjaku had only managed to outlive him by sheer longevity.
If it were him, he might be able to kill both the brat and the Six Eyes.
"Alright, everyone."
Kenjaku clapped his hands and spoke to the surrounding cultists.
"Please die for me."
Having already been subjected to a Cursed Technique of bewitchment, how could the cultists resist this command? They fanatically pulled out small knives from their pockets and cleanly stabbed themselves fiercely in the abdomen.
"Puchi."
The plain white kimono over their abdomen was immediately stained red with blood, but the trouble had only just begun. They were also simultaneously chanting strange incantations.
As they slit themselves open, they continuously slid the blade upwards until they stopped only when they died from excessive blood loss.
The dark green pond floating with meat chunks immediately changed color, turning bright crimson, and seemed to boil.
Gojo Satoru and Kenmyo were strolling through the ancient school. Two ultra-handsome men walking together always attracted attention.
Since this was a girls' school, some girls who were playing soccer on the field gradually started watching the two of them.
Gojo Satoru actually had a remarkable talent for socializing. Being an extrovert, he simply went down and started playing soccer with the girls.
Just as Gojo Satoru was happy about making new friends, he suddenly sensed a Cursed Energy fluctuation from Suguru Geto —and a very significant one at that.
Suguru Geto wouldn't randomly unleash Cursed Energy at the school unless there was a particularly urgent situation.
"Sorry, let's play together next time."
Gojo Satoru immediately gave up playing with the girls and ran to Kenmyo.
"Kenmyo, did you sense that? That was Geto's Cursed Energy."
"Mm."
Kenmyo nodded. He also sensed Cursed Energy coming from Suguru Geto.
If he hadn't encountered an enemy, Suguru Geto wouldn't have activated his Cursed Technique.
The Barrier wasn't triggered.
"Kenmyo, what class does Amanai have this period?"
"Let's go find that troublesome young lady."
Gojo Satoru anxiously asked Kenmyo.
The immediate priority was finding Riko Amanai.
"Let's split up to look."
The school was large, and finding Riko Amanai quickly would be very difficult.
"Music."
Kenmyo answered.
"But we don't need to bother."
He grabbed Gojo Satoru's clothes and instantly vanished from the spot.
He had already placed a Spatial Coordinate on Riko Amanai a long time ago. Activating the Cursed Technique would immediately take them to the girl's location.
Too tired, I fell asleep just now and uploaded late. Damn it, I can only use one leave slip, holy crap.