bookbashuk Chapter 110 Two Zanpakuto, Kakashi's Same Set!
Chapter 110 Two Zanpakuto, Kakashi's Same Set!
Chapter 110 Two Zanpakuto, Kakashi's Same Set!
A world of sorcery.
An abandoned park.
The sudden downpour trapped Chu Yang, who had just completed his task, here. Looking at the dark, heavy clouds, his expression was gloomy.
Five top-tier cursed spirits!
He killed a total of five top-tier cursed spirits this month!
An astonishing record!
It can be said that apart from Gojo Satoru, no one performed more amazingly than Chu Yang.
He also became the most talked-about sorcerer in all of Tokyo.
With such terrifying strength, he should have been promoted to a top-tier sorcerer long ago.
However, no news came from the college, and Chu Yang is still only a level one sorcerer.
The pattering rain subtly soothed Chu Yang's emotions. "I thought that after becoming a top-tier sorcerer, I would be able to access the sealed secrets of advanced sorcery, but now it seems I'll have to find another way." "Indeed, things in life are never as smooth as planned."
After the rain subsided a little, Chu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked into the rain.
"I've been looking for you for so long. Why are you standing here in the rain all by yourself? You look so lonely. Did you break up with your boyfriend?"
Just as Chu Yang was frowning in worry, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared, looking at him with a sly smile.
Raindrops falling on Gojo Satoru were bounced off by an invisible membrane, so even standing in the heavy rain, not a single part of his body got wet.
"Since you know I'm in a bad mood, then just say what you have to say, or shut up."
Chu Yang waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies.
"Those old men want you to teach at the Spellcasting Academy."
Gojo Satoru grinned.
"So that's the reason—"
Chu Yang stopped, a sneer on his lips. "A self-taught sorcerer who is neither from a vocational college nor a family is not qualified to become a special-grade sorcerer. You want to brand me with the mark of a vocational college sorcerer?"
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Gojo Satoru's smile vanished. He crossed his arms behind his head, stretched, and said, "That's roughly the idea. I have to say, after all these years, their thoughts and ways of doing things haven't changed at all. It's really annoying."
Chu Yang wasn't the only one who hated the current state of the sorcery world; Gojo Satoru's level of disgust was even greater than Chu Yang's, but he chose a different way to solve the problem.
Gojo Satoru wants to cultivate more outstanding young people so that they can grow up and replace the corrupt higher-ups.
This is a very time-consuming and energy-intensive method.
Given time, it might really bring about a brand new world of sorcery.
Chu Yang didn't have the patience for that; he chose to kill those people directly, but the man in front of him would definitely stop him.
"Senior, you should know that the time I spend teaching students is enough for me to complete several commissions, which cannot be compensated by a teacher's salary."
"Don't always worry so much about money. Your savings are enough to buy a building in Tokyo, right?"
"It's just that I've achieved a small goal."
"How many small goals do you actually want?"
Wu Tiao started counting on his fingers.
Chu Yang pressed his hand down and shook his head, saying, "I really have no interest in the teaching profession—"
Gojo Satoru pressed his hand down, saying solemnly, "There will be a generous subsidy!"
Chu Yang took a deep breath, his expression solemn and respectful. "My childhood dream was to become a respected teacher!"
Gojo Satoru: ".."
"I had no idea you had such a grand dream. It seems I still don't know you well enough, Yangyang."
"Could you please stop calling me that? It just makes me hate you even more, senpai!"
Gojo Satoru coughed twice and laughed, "Then let's get down to business. You're a teacher at a vocational college now, and I'll have someone prepare your teaching certificate later. But before that, you need to go on a business trip."
Chu Yang frowned. "Is there a subsidy?"
Gojo Satoru nodded, "Of course!"
Chu Yang's brows immediately relaxed, and he revealed a kind smile. "Business trips are a good thing. We can arrange more of them in the future."
Gojo Satoru wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The so-called subsidy was actually paid for by himself. How could those old men at the High School of Cursed Arts possibly give Chu Yang such good benefits?
But I can't refuse to give it to them.
Wu Tiao Wu knew that if Chu Yang didn't join the advanced college, his chances of becoming a top-level sorcerer were almost zero. If this continued, he might choose a path that went against his own interests.
This has happened many times in the history of sorcery.
Having lost his best friend, Gojo Satoru really didn't want to see another genius become his adversary.
"Where are you going on your business trip?"
"Sugisawa Third High School, Miyagi Prefecture".
night.
Chu Yang took a taxi to Sugisawa Third High School in Miyagi Prefecture, which is 300 kilometers away from Tokyo.
The taxi fare is included in the subsidy and will be reimbursed by Gotiao Wu.
Accompanying him was a freshman from the Spellcasting Academy.
After getting off the bus, Chu Yang glanced at the expressionless student beside him, then looked at the familiar middle school in front of him.
Has the story officially begun?
"Didn't Gojo-senpai tell you where the thing is?"
"The Stevenson screen near the school."
"Is this some kind of idiot? How could they put it in a place like that?"
"That's what I think too."
While the two were complaining, they found the louvered box that contained Su's finger, which still retained a strong aura of curse.
Chu Yang knew there was nothing inside.
Fukuro opened the louvered box, but it was pitch black inside and he couldn't see anything. He reached in and groped around for a long time but couldn't find anything.
Fu Heihui's expression changed. He stuck his head inside, like a maggot, and stayed there for a while before pulling out. He looked at Chu Yang with a mournful face, "Teacher, the thing is gone!"
Chu Yang calmly took out his phone, dialed Gojo Satoru's number, and without mentioning the missing finger, immediately launched into a tirade of abuse.
After venting his anger, Chu Yang stretched comfortably, as if all the pressure had been released.
Fukuhei was dumbfounded.
Although he wasn't exactly polite to Gojo Satoru, he wasn't as lenient as Chu Yang.
"Haha, don't mind it, this is how we get along. I'm always being sarcastic by him, so this is a rare opportunity for me to vent."
Fuhei Huiqian swallowed hard.
"Let's go, don't stay here. Most of the cursed items were probably picked up by the students at the school. Let's go to the school and take a look."
Chu Yang put away his phone and walked towards the school.
"If a student picks it up, they're very likely to take the cursed item home, so there's no point in us going to the school."
"That thing looks scary. Who in their right mind would bring it home? It'd probably stay in the classroom, like some paranormal research club or something."
Fushiguro Megumi was exasperated, feeling that the teacher in front of her exuded the same unreliable aura as Gojo Satoru.
After half an hour.
The two stood in front of a classroom.
Paranormal Phenomena Research Association
The classroom reeked of a strong aura of curses.
"No way?"
"Even with the seal intact, it can't cover up the smell of this curse. It's really about to lose its effectiveness." Chu Yang led Fu Hei Hui through the classroom and found Su's finger. The wooden box that sealed the finger was gone, leaving only the finger wrapped in a shroud.
By tomorrow night, those two reckless upperclassmen, Itadori Yuuhito and his friend, will break the seal on their fingers, bringing forth countless curses.
With Chu Yang taking the finger ahead of time, what will become of Itadori Hisahito's future remains to be seen.
"Such a dangerous thing is placed openly in the classroom. If we had arrived any later, this school might have been in serious trouble."
Fukuro Megumi was still shaken. He watched as Chu Yang silently put away his finger. He hesitated for a moment. Gojo Satoru had told him to personally take the finger back to Sutan.
The person in front of me is also a teacher at the High School of Curses, and is someone commissioned by Gojo-sensei.
It should be reliable, right?
Fukuro Megumi thought to herself, and then let out a deep breath.
"Fushiguro-kun, I have something to do, so I won't go back to the vocational school with you. You can take a taxi back by yourself. Remember to ask Gojo-senpai to reimburse your expenses."
Chu Yang, having received the finger, smiled and bid farewell to Fu Hei Hui.
As Fushiguro Megumi watched his departing figure, she felt something was amiss, so she took out her phone and called Gojo Satoru.
"That strange teacher left with the 'Staying Finger' (a type of magic finger), is that alright?"
"Don't worry."
"It's not that I'm being paranoid, but I always feel like that teacher is acting strangely."
"What I mean is, I'm already here, so no matter what happens, there's nothing to worry about."
"what?"
Before the call was even over, Fushiguro Megumi sensed a massive magical force approaching.
"Could it be that he rushed over because he got scolded?"
Fushiguro Megumi's expression was strange.
A bright light streaked across the dark night sky.
Just as Chu Yang tore off the shroud from Su's finger, he saw Wu Tiao Wu descend from the sky.
"Haha, you're so capable! When I heard something was missing, I thought something terrible was going to happen."
Gojo Satoru scratched his head and laughed, his gaze fixed on his bare fingers.
He froze for a moment.
Chu Yangqian chuckled a few times.
"The seal is so badly damaged?"
"Those guys in the logistics department clearly told me that it was well preserved."
"Anyone who didn't know better would think you destroyed the seal." After making a few jokes, Gojo Satoru noticed that the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
He smacked his lips and looked at Chu Yang.
"No way, Yangyang?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Chu Yang swiftly put Su's finger into his mouth and smacked himself contentedly.
Gojo Satoru:
"·......"
Fushiguro Megumi arrived late just in time to witness this scene. Her eyes widened immediately, and she cried out, "Teacher, you can't eat that! You'll die!"
As Fukuhei Hui reminded him, the child's curse power continued to expand, forming a storm centered on Chu Yang and raging outwards.
Why do this?
Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang with a complicated expression, completely baffled by the other's behavior.
Unfortunately, Chu Yang was unable to answer him.
After swallowing Su's finger, Chu Yang's consciousness fell into silence.
In a space filled with mist.
Su Tan, who had just regained consciousness, was very excited because he sensed the host's talent.
If he could seize this body, he could become even stronger than his self from a thousand years ago.
Su laughed excitedly, his wild laughter echoing in the dark space.
but.
As time went by, Su gradually sensed that something was wrong.
He cannot arbitrarily change this space according to his own will; logically, he is the master of this place.
The mysterious space around the host's consciousness suddenly dissipated.
A magnificent palace stood majestically before Su.
He was lost in thought.
The palace's magnificence exceeded his expectations.
Unbeknownst to her, Su slowly stepped onto the steps in front of the palace.
A person was standing in front of the palace gate.
Su recognized the other person as the owner of this body.
"Is this the world you created?"
Su was somewhat amazed by the other person's imagination.
"No, but to be honest, I'm surprised you're here."
Chu Yang, holding two swords, stood at the top of the steps, looking down from above.
"You have many secrets. If I kill you, everything will belong to me."
Su formed a hand seal in front of his chest, and his magical power erupted instantly. A huge shrine appeared behind him, standing in stark contrast to the palace behind Chu Yang.
"Domain unfolds, Demon-Subduing Shrine."
The host's territory continued to expand, as if it wanted to swallow everything around it.
However, when the domain reached Chu Yang's feet, it suddenly stopped and could not advance any further.
The host's expression changed drastically.
"This is our world; your domain is of no use here."
Sounds came from all directions.
Su looked around and saw many people dressed in completely different clothes, but who looked very similar to Chu Yang.
"These people all have the same soul; they are—the same person!"
As the King of Curses, Su was exceptionally sensitive to souls, and he immediately discovered Chu Yang's secret.
How can one person's soul split into so many powerful souls?
This is completely impossible.
"How did you do that?!"
"Is this your life-giving technique?!"
Su looked up in shock, his eyes gradually turning excited. He was determined to have this ability!
"Hey, he doesn't seem to realize how serious this is."
Magic Chu Yang was amazed, thinking to himself that as expected of Master Su, even in this situation, his face was full of the expression of wanting to fight.
"I'll get rid of him as quickly as possible."
Just as the spellcaster Chu Yang was about to make his move, he was stopped by the Grim Reaper Chu Yang.
"I'll do it."
Death God Chu Yang stepped down the stairs.
"It's a good match for my major."
Pirate Chu Yang crossed his arms, looking like he was watching a show.
Su watched Death God Chu Yang warily; this guy in the black robe exuded a strange aura.
There was a subtle restraint in her.
As the Grim Reaper Chu Yang drew ever closer to Su, the restless unease drove Su to the brink of madness.
He could no longer remain calm, like a wild beast driven to desperation.
Su rashly launched an attack on the Grim Reaper Chu Yang.
Death God Chu Yang unleashed his demonic arts.
A circular array of light suddenly appeared at the foot of Su Tan.
A second later, golden lightning surged forth, engulfing the creature within the light array.
"Ahhhhh!"
Su let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The Ghost Path has a special effect on life forms like him.
Let alone Sukuna, who only possessed one-twentieth of his original strength, even Sukuna in his prime would have only one fate if he encountered Chu Yang, who was a Grim Reaper.
Su, whose domain was suppressed, could not hold out for long against the Grim Reaper Chu Yang and soon fell into a near-death state.
He still has nineteen fingers; he won't die completely.
But the humiliation he suffered at this moment was more painful than death.
Su's last look at Chu Yang was filled with madness.
It seems to be saying...
Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you.
After eliminating the uninvited guest, Su, everyone returned to the Soul Palace to share their memories and abilities from that time.
Demon Slayer Chu Yang got the swordsmanship he wanted.
He sat down on the spot and began to comprehend the ultimate sword techniques.
Although the power levels in the martial arts world are not high, the martial arts are mostly profound in their meaning and point directly to the great Dao, which is exactly what he lacks.
However, the one most affected was not Demon Slayer Chu Yang, but the Shinigami Chu Yang who had just defeated Su.
The moment the concept of Tai Chi came to mind, it was as if a thunderclap exploded deep within the soul of Death God Chu Yang.
"My Zanpakuto is moving!" The Grim Reaper Chu Yang said solemnly. His Zanpakuto had been close to being unleashed a long time ago, but it had been stuck at a critical juncture.
The Yin-Yang principle in Tai Chi, combined with the power of the sun and moon in the Source Breathing, brings all forces together.
It transformed into a long, flowing river, helping Death God Chu Yang break through this bottleneck in one fell swoop.
Sun and moon, yin and yang.
The four forces worked together, slowly merging into the two Zanpakuto.
The blinding light illuminated the entire palace.
A faint blue light suddenly appeared directly above the palace, reflecting off it.
Upon closer inspection, everyone realized it was the previously missing [Hōgyoku].
"I thought this thing had been swallowed up by the palace—"
Pirate Chu Yang stared in surprise at the Hogyoku floating in mid-air, which was absorbing the light emitted by the Zanpakuto.
"Is it absorbing the spiritual energy emanating from the Zanpakuto?"
Hokage Chu Yang turned to look at Shinigami Chu Yang, frowning as he asked, "Won't this affect my Zanpakuto?"
Death God Chu Yang shook his head, indicating that it was alright.
"I remember this Hōgyoku was incomplete, but it seems to be becoming whole."
Magic Chu Yang stroked his chin, looking on with curiosity.
"If only we had instruments to analyze the energy radiated from the Zanpakuto and Hogyoku."
"It's regrettable," said Chu Yang from Marvel.
Everyone was engaged in a heated discussion, but only Demon Slayer Chu Yang remained oblivious to the world around him, focusing intently on comprehending the way of the sword.
Another ten minutes passed.
The Hōgyoku seemed to have "eaten its fill," its size had doubled, and it no longer emitted blue light, quietly floating in the sky.
The light of the Zanpakuto also became "introverted," revealing its original form.
The Zanpakuto that appeared before everyone was astonishing in appearance.
It resembles neither a traditional Chinese sword nor a Western sword.
It's not one of those bizarrely shaped Zanpakuto.
Rather, it is.
Ancient Sword!
The two Zanpakuto wielded by the Grim Reaper Chu Yang were entirely black, with golden patterns engraved on the blades, converging into a great river filled with white bones, and a palace could be vaguely seen within.
The sword is entirely white, with blue patterns engraved on its blade. The patterns depict clouds and seas, symbolizing the sun, moon, and stars shining in all directions. Within the clouds and seas, one can also vaguely see palaces.
The two palaces are very similar to the Soul-Slaying Palace beneath their feet.
"The final form of a Zanpakuto is related to the characteristics of its wielder."
What do these two swords represent?
Pirate Chu Yang looked curiously at Death God Chu Yang.
"Soul eraser".
Death God Chu Yang's words were concise and to the point.
Soul wiped out!
Everyone is chewing on this word over and over again.
Their souls, in the final analysis, are all individuals; they are both independent individuals and integral parts of the whole.
This magnificent Palace of Souls connects them.
"What is the name of your Zanpakuto?"
"Spells," Chu Yang suddenly asked.
"Mantis City——..——"
The Grim Reaper Chu Yang gripped two Zanpakuto in his hands, his eyes gleaming.
"The highest palace in the Nine Heavens and the deepest palace in the Nine Netherworlds? It seems like we've been stuck with palaces our whole lives!" Hokage Chu Yang remarked.
As the fog descends, the "Chu Yangs" begin to return to their respective worlds.
A world of sorcery.
Chu Yang swallowed the Su Zhi, and the violent curse power swept around, but in an instant, it returned to calm.
Chu Yang was as quiet as if he were dead.
Gojo Satoru had already removed his black blindfold, preparing to deal with the worst-case scenario.
"Although it's only twenty fingers, his strength certainly hasn't recovered to its peak, but the trouble is that he's occupying Yang's body."
Gojo Satoru stretched his body slightly, his tone a little irritated.
In Gojo Satoru's view, Chu Yang is an extremely suitable match for the host body, given that he has never demonstrated any innate techniques but can rival a top-level sorcerer solely through his incantation power.
It was rare to see Gojo Satoru show such an expression. No matter how bad things were in the past, he always had a calm and collected demeanor, which never changed.
But this time, he saw worry in Reigojo Satoru's eyes.
"Is Teacher Yang's potential really that terrifying?"
"Could it be that he might become as successful as you in the future?"
Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but ask.
"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty!"
"From the moment I met Yang Guting, I felt that he was different from others. There are very few sorcerers who can do everything beyond my prediction."
"Yang is that kind of person. His talent is so powerful that it is visible to the naked eye. In some ways, it is no less than my limitless techniques."
"I still don't know his birth technique. Maybe he didn't have it, but my intuition tells me it's impossible that he didn't."
"Without taking into account the life-giving techniques, I tried to predict the battle with Yang."
My conclusion is—
"He has a 1% chance of beating me."
Upon hearing this, Fushiguro Megumi's pupils contracted, clearly shocked.
In his heart, and even in the hearts of most sorcerers, the name Gojo Satoru always represented two words: "Wu Di" (meaning "enemy").
How could Gojo Satoru, who is widely regarded as an invincible enemy, say that someone can defeat him?
Even if the probability is only a pitiful 1%
But having an opportunity and not having an opportunity are two completely different things!
Furthermore, Gojo Satoru himself stated that this prediction was made without taking into account the opponent's inherent techniques, and the actual probability of winning could only be higher.
Fushiguro Megumi's heart was pounding, and she could only gasp for breath to control her emotions. If her words were to get out, they would probably cause a huge uproar in the world of sorcery.
Just now.
Chu Yang, who was in a dazed state, slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were clear and bright.
Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
The Chu Yang before him did not appear to be in a state of possession by a host.
Is it completely digested?
Or should we suppress it temporarily?
Gojo Satoru was secretly looking forward to it.
Is there really someone in this world who can completely digest the power of the spirit?
Just to be on the safe side, Gojo Satoru decided to test his ability to withstand Chu Yang.
His approach was simple.
Suddenly, Gojo Satoru's figure vanished and then reappeared in front of Chu Yang in an instant.
He was holding a rather dark bead in his hand.
That was formed by him continuously compressing space using magic.
The tiny beads were enough to destroy the school next to them.
at this time.
Gojo Satoru pressed the bead towards Chu Yang's face.
Sensing the terrifying power fluctuations, Chu Yang's expression gradually changed, as if he had just woken up from a deep dream.
Chu Yang's pupils turned white, and blood-red tomoe appeared in his eyes.
The moment the Rinnegan appeared.
The bead in Gojo Satoru's hand disappeared, his expression became blank, and his consciousness fell into another space.
After a brief moment of surprise, Gojo Satoru found himself in an unknown space, surrounded by a vast expanse of white mist.
"Where?"
"I was just near the school a moment ago, how come it's all gone in the blink of an eye—"
"Shouldn't you be too old to develop Alzheimer's disease?"
Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, seemingly contemplating life, when he suddenly remembered Chu Yang's strange pupils.
"Are those eyes a product of Yang's magic? Is this his domain?"
"It's somewhat similar to my six eyes."
"As expected of Jin Yangyang!"
Gojo Satoru praised Chu Yang in a shameful tone, while also praising himself in the process.
Just then, Chu Yang appeared out of thin air in front of Gojo Satoru.
The two locked eyes.
Chu Yang sighed, "I'm begging you, please stop calling me in such a mushy tone."
The engrossed Gojo Satoru didn't take Chu Yang's request to heart. Like a curious child, he looked around and examined Chu Yang's illusion space.
"Is this within your territory?"
"no."
"Where is this?"
"A space created by illusion."
"Is it a spell?"
"That's one way to put it."
"It feels so real to me. If this place is fake, then what's happening outside right now?"
"No matter how much time you spend in this space, it's only a fleeting moment outside."
"Oh~~" Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang in amazement, "That's really amazing, a very powerful technique that can blur the concept of time."
Chu Yang snapped his fingers, and the surroundings immediately transformed into the appearance of a classroom, with the same layout as the High School of Spellcasting.
"Don't you have more important questions?"
Chu Yang casually pulled out a chair and sat down.
Gojo Satoru stared at Chu Yang for a long while before finally asking, "How does it taste?"
Chu Yang frowned slightly. "It tastes terrible, like stuffing a piece of glue into your mouth."
Gojo Satoru laughed. "You look good. How about Yakuta?"
Chu Yang stretched and said, "Using death to describe it is not appropriate; it should be said that it has temporarily disappeared."
Gojo Satoru revealed an expression of "I knew it," and exclaimed, "It's not in the real world, but in the spiritual world, facing Sukuna. That's his home turf. This is no small feat."
Chu Yang shook his head and said, "No matter where he is, his strength is completely different from his peak. I just defeated Su when he was not at his peak. That's a fact."
Gojo Satoru pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite Chu Yang, staring intently at him. "Honestly, even if Suku had twenty fingers, you're confident you could defeat him, right?"
If the sword had not yet been created, Chu Yang would probably still be holding back.
But at the moment.
He nodded matter-of-factly and said, "It's not that I'm confident, it's that I'm certain we'll win."
The powerful confidence in his words instantly infected Gojo Satoru, and an uncontrollable excitement appeared on his face.
That's how it is!
This self-confidence in the people of Wu even gave Gojo Satoru the illusion that he was seeing his younger self.
Above and below the sky.
I am the only one who matters!
I really want to try fighting—
Gojo Satoru's lips curled up, then he took a deep breath and stared at Chu Yang.
Chu Yang Ya Ya said, "Just like you said before, this is my home turf."
Gojo Satoru asked in return, "So?"
Chu Yang shrugged and grinned, "If you want to get beaten up, I have no problem with it, just don't settle scores later."
The power of the curse surged rapidly around Gojo Satoru, like a rushing river, and his eyes were like crystal, mysterious and beautiful.
The moment he tried to cast the spell, all the magical power in his body suddenly vanished.
The feeling was as if the curse power itself had been removed by L.
Gojo Satoru then understood what Chu Yang meant by "home field"—that if he wanted, the world would change as he wished.
Gojo Satoru gained a deeper understanding of illusion.
next second.
Scene change.
Gojo Satoru was hung on a cross.
Chu Yang stood in front of him, holding a knife.
The scene looks familiar.
Especially Wu Tiao Wu's snow-white hair, which could easily give Chu Yang the wrong impression.
Chu Yang plans to have Gojo Satoru try the same meal that Kakashi ordered.
"I give up—"
Perhaps sensing the unfriendly atmosphere, Gojo Satoru quickly surrendered. Under such absolutely unfavorable conditions, only a fool would stubbornly persist.
But Chu Yang showed no sign of stopping; the knife in his hand was already slowly pressed against Gojo Satoru's chest.
He revealed a smile that sent chills down Gojo Satoru's spine!
The real world.
In the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru's dazed gaze regained its sparkle.
Then fear took hold.
I originally thought that the illusion space was an illusory existence, and that I wouldn't suffer much no matter what I encountered.
But every knife Chu Yang stabbed him with felt completely different from the feeling of being injured in the real world.
The extreme pain of the knife tip piercing a vital spot made Gojo Satoru believe that he was in reality.
What truly chilled Gojo Satoru to the bone was that, while enduring inhuman torture, he himself was able to unleash any spells!
That kind of despair.
It's like drowning in a vast ocean.
No matter how hard you struggle, you can't grasp even a sliver of hope.
Fortunately, Chu Yang stopped short of killing, and although Gojo was somewhat frightened, he was still able to control his emotions.
If Gojo Satoru is really pushed to the limit, and he decides to protect himself, his body might explode in a state of rage.
At that time, once Gojo Satoru is free from the illusion, he might really fight Chu Yang to the death.
After composing himself, Gojo Satoru turned to Fushiguro Megumi behind him and asked, "Did I space out?"
Fushiguro Megumi replied blankly, "You weren't spacing out, you just paused for a moment when the spell disappeared."
Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and gradually revealed a creepy smile.
Fushiguro Megumi shivered.
This smiling face only appears when Gojo Satoru is extremely angry.
Chu Yang spoke first: "You chose to experience this yourself, so we agreed not to hold it against you later."
Gojo Satoru's expression froze, his face flushed red, and he felt a lump in his throat, almost killing him.
"Teacher Yang, is Pan alright?"
Fukuro Megumi stared at Chu Yang in surprise and interrupted Gojo Satoru's angry words.
Chu Yang smiled and nodded.
"The finger of the constellation"
"He has already absorbed it."
Gojo Satoru waved his hand, signaling Fushiguro Megumi to stop questioning him, completely ignoring the latter's shocked expression.
"Come back to the vocational college with me. You can't hide the fact that you swallowed the secret code, so you might as well tell me."
"There are countless sorcerers like you in the history of sorcery who devour their host in pursuit of power, but they all failed."
"It seems that the best option now is for you to absorb all the remaining fingers and solve the biggest problem in the world of sorcery in the last thousand years."
Gojo Satoru put his blindfold back on, seemingly giving up on his plan to fight Chu Yang here.