Never push someone too hard, especially Gojo Satoru when he is burning with rage.
Gojo Satoru's ring finger and pinky finger were bent, his middle finger rested on his index finger, and his thumb was raised. This was the hand seal of the Divine King Indra in Buddhism—the Indra Seal.
Limitless Void
With Gojo Satoru at the center, an invisible shockwave instantly covered everyone present, including the Transfigured Humans and the Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
What was just a hellish scene of slaughter now seemed as if time itself had stopped.
All things ceased.
In that instant, everyone saw a boundless universe and an endless galaxy before their eyes, with infinite power connecting to endless white light and vast nothingness.
Then, the light within the entire Domain turned pitch black, replaced by an enormous, black hole-like eye appearing behind the attacked individuals.
Stared at by this eye, even if fear arose, they couldn't move an inch, only standing foolishly in place.
"Seeing nothing, feeling nothing," or rather, "seeing everything, hearing everything."
This contradictory characteristic of the two is Gojo Satoru's Domain, which varies from person to person.
But the only sure thing is that they can do nothing. They can only watch.
Useless junk information would continuously pour into their brains, similar to a mental shockwave of forced infinite information.
The sheer volume of this junk information is so immense that even the brain capacity of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit cannot withstand it; for an ordinary person, it would truly be a dead end.
Therefore, only "0.2 seconds!"
This is the only number Gojo Satoru estimated for ordinary people to survive in his Domain.
But even though it sounds like only 0.2 seconds, which is one-fifth of a second.
However, when converted into junk information, it would already inject approximately half a year's worth into an ordinary person's brain, meaning these ordinary people would experience half a year's time within those 0.2 seconds, falling into a coma for half a year.
This attack makes no distinction between friend and foe; everyone present, except for the caster Gojo Satoru himself, was affected.
But Fushiguro Toji was also an exception.
"The Gojo Family brat from back then has changed so much, like a completely different person."
"It's been over ten years, truly exaggerated."
Fushiguro Toji muttered to himself as he saw Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes, which could perceive everything, were too recognizable; Fushiguro Toji immediately identified him from afar.
He couldn't help but sigh, that boy from back then had also become an uncle like him.
"But after more than ten years, this welcoming gift is too grand, isn't it?"
"Even a Domain has been deployed."
Fushiguro Toji clearly saw that as they descended, Gojo Satoru had essentially completed the hand seal and uttered the words Domain Expansion.
Thanks for the invite, just went down with the Boss and got blasted by a close-range ultimate.
"This luck is really incredible."
However, Gojo Satoru has also improved, becoming more ruthless.
He actually dragged all the ordinary people present into his Domain; is he going to kill them all?
Fushiguro Toji knew very well that the naive and innocent boy from back then would never have made such a cruel move.
But it had nothing to do with Fushiguro Toji; he was more gloating now.
Because Fushiguro Toji and his annoying new Boss were also within the range of Gojo Satoru's Domain.
"Hahaha."
Although Fushiguro Toji didn't know what the brat's Domain effect was, he was already very strong without activating his Domain, so he would be even stronger after activating it.
"Hopefully, it's the kind where you turn into an idiot after being hit by the Domain."
You bastard brat, I fell into your hands.
I submit! It's my incompetence that I can't deal with you, but there are others who can.
Why isn't Fushiguro Toji affected by Gojo Satoru's Limitless Void, and even has the mood to gloat?
That's because this guy benefits from the Heavenly Restriction, possessing absolutely no Cursed Energy, so he is virtually like a stone within the Domain.
And inanimate objects like buildings and stones are not recognized if they are within a Domain, so they are not affected by the Domain's effects at all.
This allowed him to see even more directly how astonishing the effects of Gojo Satoru's Domain were.
Whether it was Special Grade Cursed Spirits or humans, all those who breathed and possessed Cursed Energy were considered Gojo Satoru's targets.
Gojo Satoru had to use the extreme pause time gained by Limitless Void to eliminate all the Cursed Spirits, numbering just over a thousand, that had transformed from Transfigured Humans and entered the battlefield.
This was undoubtedly a rather arduous task, and Gojo Satoru's brain processing ability also had its limits, not to mention he was currently within a Domain.
Gojo Satoru had to quickly identify whether those around him were humans or Cursed Spirits at an extremely fast speed, absolutely without error.
Judging by the density present, Gojo Satoru had to distinguish at least twenty humans and one Transfigured Cursed Spirit per second. This would be very possible with laser radar scanning, but for an ordinary person, it would be unimaginable.
Only Gojo Satoru could do it; he was currently fully concentrating on this matter.
So who would have the mind to notice Kenmyo and Fushiguro Toji, who had fallen through a hole in the ceiling almost at the edge of Gojo Satoru's Domain?
"Yes, it really has to be said, he lives up to being Gojo Satoru."
A voice followed Fushiguro Toji's words, and this sudden sound startled Fushiguro Toji, causing him to reveal a ghost-like expression.
It's the Boss!
How is that possible!
Because in his impression, Kenmyo, who should have also been under the effect of Gojo Satoru's Domain, was perfectly fine, completely unharmed, and not affected by the attack at all.
Fushiguro Toji had thought the Boss would be like those people, all unable to move, standing still.
He blurted out subconsciously.
"Boss, are you alright?"
Kenmyo shook his head and retorted to Fushiguro Toji.
"Why, do you wish something had happened to me?"
"His Domain doesn't affect me."
But in reality, the answer was that it was effective.
It was just that Gojo Satoru's Domain, Limitless Void, was exempted.
At this moment, Kenmyo's warhammer simulator panel displayed several clear lines of small text, showing the effects of the previous attack.
[Prompt: You are affected by Gojo Satoru's Limitless Void. Judging...]
[If the judgment fails, you will be forcibly subjected to negative effects such as five seconds of stiffness, coma, and temporary intelligence attribute reduction.]
[Intelligence attribute has been 75% exempted]
[Passive: Unyielding Will activated.]
[Host gains +25% resistance to abnormal statuses such as charm, delusion, and corruption]
[Unyielding Will - Judgment passed.]
[Unaffected by this attack]
It was just that this attack was offset by Kenmyo's own attributes and passive skill.
Unyielding Will, as the passive description suggests, this passive is used to counter the whispers of Warp demons luring people into corruption.
It had no presence before because the enemies Kenmyo faced were too terrifying, rendering the effect of Unyielding Will negligible.
But facing Gojo Satoru's Limitless Void, which is merely a mental attack that shoves junk information into your brain, it is far more merciful than the delusions of Warp demons, almost like a prank.
The Warp really can drive people insane; even Psyker Masters with extremely high Psyker levels cannot be exempted from the Warp's mental erosion.
Kenmyo did not press to upgrade his Psyker level with points after returning from this previous Simulation.
This was because he vaguely had a premonition that if he upgraded again this time, it might not just be as simple as placing Kenmyo's mental body into a projection of the Warp.
Instead, there was a real possibility that his mental body could be fully projected into the true Warp, allowing Kenmyo to meditate there.
Kenmyo still had self-awareness.
In the novice zone, he completely relied on the protection of the warhammer simulator, which allowed him to raise his Psyker level to what it is now.
But if Kenmyo's entire person were truly projected over there, whether he could return, or if the one who returned would still be himself, was another matter.
So Kenmyo was not in a hurry to upgrade his Psyker level this time.
After all, mental erosion is too deadly, and if he were unlucky enough to attract the gaze of a Greater Daemon, there would be no turning back.
It's better to be steady; don't act recklessly. Kenmyo currently has no solution for this.
Even if Gojo Satoru's Domain's set value wasn't 0.2 seconds, but five, six, eight seconds, or even an hour, it would still be negligible to Kenmyo.
After all, is Elementary English, with its difficulty maxed out, useful to someone who has passed English Level 8?
That's why Kenmyo, like the scoundrel next to him who loves to watch a good show, was unaffected by Gojo Satoru's attack.
Kenmyo crossed his arms and said unhurriedly,
"You didn't think Gojo Satoru's Domain would work on me, did you?"
Fushiguro Toji cursed inwardly,
"He's showing off again."
He shook his head, seemingly helpless.
"I just didn't expect you, Boss, to be so fast?"
Because the Special Grade Cursed Spirits hidden in the crowd in the distance hadn't even woken up yet; like the humans around them, they all stood frozen in place.
"Gojo Satoru's growth is truly astonishing."
"Is this the complete Gojo Satoru?"
Kenmyo admitted that the Domain just now was undoubtedly very mature and had been developed to its utmost limit.
If it weren't for his and the guy next to him's very special circumstances, he would also be like those Special Grade Cursed Spirits and the humans present, trapped in a state where they couldn't move and could only be slaughtered.
Kenmyo wondered if it was his imagination, but he always felt like this guy had a bad back.
He felt that if he were to strike Gojo Satoru with a blade, it would definitely be a strike to the waist.
Kenmyo estimated that Gojo Satoru would split into two, becoming 2.5 Gojo Satorus.
However, the current Gojo Satoru is fighting with countless times more effort than his younger self.
He's fighting desperately.
"Damn, he wants to take care of all these Cursed Spirits by himself."
Kenmyo knew his intention when he saw Gojo Satoru rush into the crowd like a fierce tiger descending a mountain.
Gojo, why is this guy fighting so hard?
One sentence can summarize Gojo Satoru's current state: if he had a scythe in his hand, he would surely be swinging it until it smoked by now.
In Kenmyo's line of sight,
Gojo Satoru's figure had already transformed into an invisible afterimage, becoming a raging hurricane!
His ears were filled with the sound of heads being twisted off, and his vision was full of blood splattering scenes.
The culprit was Gojo Satoru!
At this moment, he had gone mad with killing.
Gojo Satoru's wide eyes held a bloodthirsty gleam and madness, his white hair scattered in the air like a silver broom dancing, sweeping away the filth like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
Thousands of Transfigured Cursed Spirits, thousands of monsters, in this silver dance, had their heads plucked off, bodies sliced open, and blood spilled.
"I must be fast."
But even though at least a dozen Cursed Spirits lost their lives every time Gojo Satoru passed by, he still felt he wasn't fast enough.
"I must be faster."
"Before those Special Grade Cursed Spirits wake up!"
Because Gojo Satoru treated everyone equally, even the Special Grade Cursed Spirits were only given half a year's worth of junk information.
This amount of information, for these beings with long, almost eternal lives, unlike humans, was but the blink of an eye.
Therefore, this Limitless Void was almost like a tickle for the Special Grade Cursed Spirits, having no substantial effect.
"So I must be faster!"
Gojo Satoru, relying solely on his physical body and the unceasing rage burning within his heart, carved out a sea of blood, filled with severed limbs and floating corpses, in the midst of the crowd.
"Damn it, why are there so many?"
Gojo Satoru felt he had killed at least eight hundred by now, but there were still about six or seven hundred more in the distance.
"It's too late."
This sentence was not only uttered by Gojo Satoru but also by Suguru Geto.
He was purely gloating.
Suguru Geto had already seen Mahito and the others gradually breaking free from Gojo Satoru's Limitless Void seal.
At that time, Gojo Satoru, who had saved no one and only exhausted himself, would be the easiest target to manipulate.
Suguru Geto was eagerly looking forward to seeing Gojo Satoru's utterly defeated expression later.
"Damn it!"
Gojo Satoru was extremely anxious, but his brain wouldn't allow him to think about such things.
Because at this moment, he couldn't divide his thoughts to consider other problems.
Gojo Satoru had even seen some Transfigured Cursed Spirits' bodies trembling slightly, a sign that these abominations were about to wake up.
If he didn't clear out those small fry, it would be no different from the situation just now; it would be useless effort, all in vain!
"Gojo."
Gojo Satoru was about to dash to the next location, but his shoulder was suddenly pressed down.
And after being pressed, Gojo Satoru couldn't break free.
"How is that possible!"
Gojo Satoru's shock wasn't just about the opponent ignoring his Limitless and pressing his arm on his shoulder.
And one must know,
"This is my Domain."
Gojo Satoru hadn't deactivated his Domain effect; all living things in the vicinity should be in a static state.
His brain didn't even have time to think.
Gojo Satoru turned his head to see a completely unfamiliar young man, yet he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, even a hint of closeness.
It was Kenmyo.
His palm was covered with high-concentration psychic energy, which allowed him to instantly corrode Gojo Satoru's automatically running Limitless and directly pat his shoulder.
"You guy, after all these years."
Kenmyo shook his head and patted Gojo Satoru's shoulder, reassuring his younger brother.
They're just small fry, after all.
Although this timeline's Gojo Satoru was also the first time Kenmyo had seen him, knowing he was Gojo Satoru was enough.
Still the same idiot who doesn't know what to do when things go beyond his judgment.
"Why are you still such a weakling?"
"Let me do it."
"Blood Manipulation."
Kenmyo spread his hand, targeting the remaining large pile of Cursed Spirits, making everything his attack object, then clenched his hand tightly.
"Piercing Thorn Blood Burial."
Suguru Geto, who had been watching the monitor safely from a distance, confident of victory, suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.
"How is that possible?"
"Sizzle," "Sizzle."
At this moment, on the monitor, the entire underground platform had completely turned into a sea of blood.
The Transfigured Cursed Spirits were disappearing at a speed almost equivalent to annihilation.
Immediately, from under Kenmyo and Gojo Satoru's feet, the original platform tiles were completely covered in blood.
Beneath almost every Cursed Spirit's feet, a black piercing wooden stake instantly shot up from the blood below, impaling all their bodies at an extremely fast speed.
It was similar to a bloody and cruel medieval torture, where sharp wooden stakes emerged from below the prisoner and out through their mouth, impaling them all.
By then, the nearly 1,800 Transfigured Cursed Spirits on the platform had been...
All executed!
Therefore, Gojo Satoru's Limitless Void, while seemingly powerful, lacked something very important: automatic identification for multiple targets.
However, Kenmyo's mastery of Blood Manipulation had long since reached its peak, already forming an automatic enemy identification system, just like Gojo Satoru's automatically activated Limitless.
Although not a Domain, the Cursed Technique's effect was guaranteed hit and wide coverage.
"What the hell is this?"
"When did Gojo Satoru learn this?"
The Special Grade Cursed Spirits over there, even though they woke up early, couldn't withstand being within Kenmyo's attack range.
Jogo cursed, wanting to burn all these bloody pillars with fire, but as soon as his palm touched one, it was impaled.
"Wait, this is Blood Manipulation?"
"Choso, don't you know this stuff?"
Choso, with his bun hairstyle, had just woken up and was a bit dazed; before he could react, his abdomen was pierced, and he was slammed hard against the wall behind him.
"Huh? Blood Manipulation is that powerful?"
He didn't know that.