"Damn it!"
Ryomen Sukuna lowered his head and bent his body, narrowly dodging the sharp fangs of the lunging Blood-colored Hound by the smallest possible margin.
"Snap!"
Although the hound was incorporeal, the sound of its jaws snapping shut suggested it could easily crush the hardest granite.
Ryomen Sukuna forcefully swung the [Shinbu Kai] in his hand at the hounds, and they evaporated in a flash of golden lightning.
"This is absolutely endless."
He retreated with an agile body, but the moment the hounds died, they revived again.
If the [Malevolent Shrine] hadn't been shattered by that brat's punch just now, Ryomen Sukuna wouldn't be in such a predicament.
He retreated once more.
"And these inexplicable thorns."
Ryomen Sukuna was only watching what was in front of him and failed to notice his feet; his legs were pierced by sharp thorns, and he could feel the barbs at the tips activating upon sensing the nourishment of blood, crawling deeper into his body.
Without changing his expression, he lifted both feet, pulled out the thorns embedded in his flesh, and tossed them aside.
"It's actually the same type of Open Domain as mine."
Ryomen Sukuna was utterly disgusted.
An Open Domain—only those who use it truly understand.
This is an incredible technique, equivalent to painting directly onto the sky without a canvas.
The fact that Ryomen Sukuna was able to dominate that era was inextricably linked to the openness of the [Malevolent Shrine].
He felt like a sheep struggling desperately among a pack of hungry wolves; the slightest lapse would result in him being torn apart by the swarming monsters.
But what Ryomen Sukuna failed to notice was that his breathing was growing increasingly rapid, as if he were slightly out of breath.
With every breath Ryomen Sukuna took, he inhaled large amounts of the blood mist suspended in the air into his body.
Kenmyo, standing in the ruins, also noticed this. As he walked, the sound of crushing bones echoed underfoot—the shattered skeletons of unknown beasts that were once part of the [Malevolent Shrine]'s altar.
Residual green flames still clung to his fists; that was the effect of [Waaagh Power].
Besides allowing him to craft various strange items by hand, the [I Think Therefore I Am Power] could also be used in combat.
It didn't matter if your thing was a mirage, or something else, or if it existed in a two-dimensional world.
At that moment, besides rage, Kenmyo had only one thought in his mind.
"If I think I can see it, then I can hit it!"
Just a measly broken pavilion—watch me smash it with one punch!
In the Hive World, Kenmyo led the entire Ork Fleet and destroyed the Hive Ship. This was just a trashy broken pavilion; he could smash it whenever he wanted.
The key is doing whatever he desires.
You're mystical? You're invisible? Well, I'm even more mystical than you—that's how domineering and unreasonable I am.
And just as Ryomen Sukuna suspected, it was indeed an Open Domain.
At this moment, the Blood-colored Hounds that constantly self-destructed with the Thunder Beasts only to be reborn again, along with the Blood-colored Thorns, were all effects of the Domain.
Kenmyo, who possesses high comprehension, listened to Yaga Masamichi's explanation, watched Ryomen Sukuna use the [Malevolent Shrine] Domain, and soon created his own [Open Domain].
[Eternal Hunt]
Maximum Domain coverage distance: 800 meters.
Flesh Hound limit: 20 units.
Effect: As long as the enemy on the field exists, the Flesh Hounds can regenerate continuously, even if they are eliminated.
The area covered by the [Eternal Hunt] Domain is covered by [Blood-colored Thorns] and Blood Mist. This is the move Kenmyo previously used to kill nearly nine hundred Transformed Human Cursed Spirits all at once.
[The Impaler] also inherits the Domain's sure-hit effect.
It doesn't sound like much—just a slightly higher quantity. Previously, when Kenmyo used [Blood Manipulation], he could control several blood constructs shaped like Flesh Hounds.
But these are Cursed Techniques that run automatically without his control. Their main features are that they are unkillable, very difficult to deal with, and highly poisonous.
In Kenmyo's view, the so-called Open Domain is a pre-set program that continuously runs according to its instructions until the conditions for operation are no longer met, at which point it stops running mindlessly.
Therefore, Kenmyo immediately crafted a Domain by hand. Unlike his other two Domains, this one is an Open Domain based on the fusion of [Blood Manipulation] and his active skill [Shadow of Death].
[Shadow of Death] could originally only stack up to three layers, but since integrating it into the Domain, it can stack up to 125 layers, maximizing the damage output.
The Blood Mist is actually composed of tiny spikes, too small for the naked eye to detect. Kenmyo designed them with a structure similar to asbestos fibers, allowing them to firmly attach inside the enemy's body and participate in the internal blood oxygen circulation.
Once inhaled, it's equivalent to taking poison into the body, leading to continuous damage calculations.
The effect of [Shadow of Death] might feel like boiling a frog slowly; it might start off weak, but once the skill stacks to a high number of layers, the damage calculated every second is even higher than the damage from a fully charged [Red] from Gojo Satoru.
The more intense the movement, the higher the breathing frequency, which in turn leads to a higher intake of the Blood Mist.
The name [Endless Hunt] was chosen to commemorate the broken equipment that accompanied Kenmyo through his beginner phase.
Kenmyo had just appeared in Gojo Satoru's mind by invading his soul using Psychic power.
He wanted to see what Gojo was thinking about while experiencing his Life Review.
And maybe ridicule him a bit.
Before the fight, didn't Gojo Satoru say he could definitely take out Ryomen Sukuna? How did he manage to crash and burn so spectacularly?
But unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru truly gave him a surprise.
Kenmyo felt like he had saved a piece of trash.
Thinking of this, Kenmyo's hands felt itchy again. He even felt that those two slaps weren't satisfying at all—they were too light.
Hmm, he should go back and punch him twice more later.
When Kenmyo rescued Gojo Satoru earlier, the "Strongest Modern Jujutsu Sorcerer" had only a few breaths left. If he had endured that attack for even half a second longer, the strongest in the Jujutsu World would have fallen.
Even Kenmyo's Psychic Spells and the blood vials capable of healing life force wouldn't have helped.
Then, while saving Gojo Satoru, Kenmyo suddenly felt his soul trembling intensely, indicating fierce emotion.
Generally, a person's emotions drop to a low point before death, but only those who refuse to give up would tremble so violently.
So, driven by curiosity, Kenmyo went in to take a look.
After all, he was truly curious about what his rebellious best friend, now grown into an uncle, would think right before facing death.
What would he be thinking before he died?
Was it regret for having to kill?
Or was it indignation and anger at being ambushed and unwillingly dying due to the enemy's cheap tricks?
But who would have thought that bastard truly taught Kenmyo a lesson.
He had met outrageous people, but never one this outrageous.
When he entered Gojo's mental world, the scene he saw was Gojo Satoru talking to his fictional friends.
Moreover, rather than regret, it was more like smug self-satisfaction.
I almost killed the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer from a thousand years ago.
The Gojo Satoru who was speaking eloquently was quite spirited, completely unlike the Gojo Satoru Kenmyo had imagined—defeated by Ryomen Sukuna's cheap tricks. There was no anger, nor even any dissatisfaction.
He thought it was perfectly natural.
The only thing Gojo Satoru felt slightly regretful about was his own lack of strength.
Especially that one sentence.
"To be honest, I still have one regret, and that is not forcing Ryomen Sukuna to use his full strength, not letting him enjoy the fight."
"That guy is just too strong."
This utterly infuriated Kenmyo.
Hearing that sentence was nothing short of a critical hit upon opening the screen. Why would this bastard say something like that?
Isn't Gojo Satoru supposed to be the strongest?
Can't he have some dignity as the strongest? How did he suddenly turn into a bootlicker?
Kenmyo never expected his friend to change so drastically over the past decade or so.
His tone was much bolder than before, but his guts had shrunk significantly. If this were the old Gojo Satoru, who, along with Kenmyo and Suguru Geto, dared to challenge the entire Jujutsu World, he would never have uttered such words.
What upset Kenmyo the most was how that spirited young man from back then had turned into this ugly, bootlicking face.
Could a single, simple battle really make Gojo Satoru admit defeat so wholeheartedly?
This was a complete collapse of Gojo Satoru's original character design.
At the beginning, he proudly declared, "I am Gojo Satoru, and Ryomen Sukuna is just a dog."
But after the battle, it immediately became:
"I apologize, Lord Ryomen Sukuna. I was too weak and failed to let you enjoy the fight.
Gojo Satoru simply hadn't considered what would happen if he lost.
What would happen to the remaining Jujutsu Sorcerer and ordinary people?
Would Ryomen Sukuna let them go? Absolutely not.
That guy even eats his own kind. He has no compassion whatsoever; he is the most ruthless and cold-blooded individual.
Among the remaining Jujutsu Sorcerer,
it's likely that almost no one is left who can withstand Ryomen Sukuna's [Malevolent Shrine].
Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest from a thousand years ago, defeated the current strongest.
If no one stops him,
it's estimated that by tomorrow night, the entirety of Japan will be ravaged, and Ryomen Sukuna could slaughter his way from Tokyo to Hokkaido.
Kenmyo had even thought of a name for it: *Legend of Sukuna*.
At that moment, a strange scene even appeared in Kenmyo's mind—it was a [Psychic Vision] from the Psychic Prophecy Spells.
The sun gradually rose, the nascent morning light hitting Ryomen Sukuna's face. He stood atop Mount Fuji, facing east, and pulled a bright red badge from his pocket, pinning it to his body.
In the distance were the cities he had destroyed.
Ryomen Sukuna said tearfully:
"The mission entrusted to me by the Motherland and the masses is complete."
It truly turned into one of those Anti-Japanese War Dramas Kenmyo had seen on television.
And Ryomen Sukuna had become the vanguard leading the charge on this battlefront.
Aside from being completely out of place, there were no other issues.
After saving Gojo Satoru, Kenmyo truly felt regretful. He even felt he should have just let him die there.
Why did he save such a jinxed thing?
"I truly regret it."
Kenmyo had made up his mind: first, he would deal with Ryomen Sukuna, and then he would go back and beat up Gojo Satoru.
Being seriously injured didn't matter; Kenmyo could just heal him and then continue the beating.
No one had ever given him this kind of mental provocation. Could Gojo Satoru have been driven insane by his own [Limitless Void]?
Ryomen Sukuna's mobility had dropped by at least 70% compared to before, and his passive skill display showed that the debuff stacks on the guy had reached 125 layers.
Kenmyo immediately decided to detonate all the marks. The hand sign he formed was quite down-to-earth—it was the mudra used by the Thousand-Hand Guanyin in the *Great Compassion Mantra Sutra*.
This was because the hand sign Ryomen Sukuna used for his Domain Expansion was the Tandava Mudra of Yama-deva in Esoteric Buddhism, and the two terrifying Special Grade Cursed Tools he held, [Shinbu Kai] and [Ascension], corresponded precisely to the Kusha Iron Hook and the Vajra Pestle among the Forty Hand-held Items.
So it was quite normal for Kenmyo to do this. There was no helping it; they all loved showing off too much.
"Hey, you over there."
Kenmyo even kindly offered a reminder.
"It's going to hurt a little (teng) next. Bear with it."
"Huh?"
Ryomen Sukuna, fiercely slicing the monstrous things in front of him with the [Shinbu Kai], suddenly heard this sentence and didn't immediately grasp its meaning.
Immediately afterward, he experienced a sensation he hadn't even felt during his battles with the greatest masters a thousand years ago.
Kenmyo didn't hesitate and immediately detonated all the marks inside Ryomen Sukuna's body.
Ryomen Sukuna's heart violently spasmed, and his entire body froze, as if he had lost all control.
Not only that, but he vomited a large pool of black-green blood from his mouth, and astonishing amounts of blood began pouring out of his nose, eyes, ears, and even the hair follicles on his skin.
Ryomen Sukuna instantly looked horrifying, as if he had been dredged out of a pool of blood. If you had to describe it, he resembled an infected carrier from a zombie movie, and his skin was starting to turn green.
"Ah?"
Ryomen Sukuna's sudden abnormality drew gasps from all the spectators. They couldn't understand it; just moments ago, he was tearing a Flesh Hound apart with vigor, but now he looked completely frozen.
He could barely hold the [Shinbu Kai] in his hand; it dropped to the ground, and he stumbled backward.
At the same time, large patches of skin began peeling off Ryomen Sukuna's body. The blood and flesh that dripped onto the ground made sizzling sounds, appearing highly corrosive.
Ryomen Sukuna clutched his head with both hands. His face was extremely distorted as he howled in agony.
Facing such a miserable sight, Kenmyo showed no pity. Over a dozen black thorns suddenly shot up from the ground, piercing straight through Ryomen Sukuna's body.
However, the impalement, which nearly sliced Ryomen Sukuna into pieces, was something the guy couldn't spare any attention for right now.
This was because Ryomen Sukuna was facing the most severe danger he had ever encountered, one that surpassed all his previous knowledge.
The agony of his soul being torn apart prevented Ryomen Sukuna from entertaining any other thoughts.
It was so severe that Ryomen Sukuna almost believed he was transforming in an irreversible direction; his mind was starting to collapse.
Even though Ryomen Sukuna continuously used the [Reverse Cursed Technique], it couldn't keep up with the rate of cellular collapse. Every cell in his internal organs was rapidly disintegrating.
His heart, brain, liver, and all his other internal organs, including his blood and blood vessels, were disintegrating like a tide receding.
Ryomen Sukuna was covered in blood, resembling a demon crawling out of hell. His eyes had turned into yellow-green Double Pupils.
Moreover, the flesh on his body surface was rotting, and soon, small, white, protein-filled life forms began emerging.
For some reason, Ryomen Sukuna increasingly gave the impression of a symbiotic entity of decaying plants, his entire body filled with the stench of rot.
The appearance of maggots intensified people's fear regarding what was happening to Ryomen Sukuna.
They could no longer look directly at the scene displayed on the large screen, which caused them intense discomfort.
"What is that thing? It's so disgusting."
The large screen meticulously recorded the entire process of Ryomen Sukuna's mutation.
Thus, everyone who had watched from the beginning was starting to feel deeply unnerved.
They were all rubbing their arms, checking themselves for any abnormalities, terrified that they might suffer the same flesh mutation as the guy on the screen.
"Idle Transfiguration?"
Fushiguro Megumi watched all of this dumbfounded. Since he and Yuji Itadori had fought Mahito together, he felt it somewhat resembled Idle Transfiguration.
Mahito could change the physical body by changing the soul, which is why he could transform ordinary humans into Transformed Human Cursed Spirits.
In his hands, humans would become incredibly ugly and terrifying, transforming into Cursed Spirits, usually a sight too horrible to behold.
The reason Yuji Itadori hated him so much was precisely because he turned his friend into a Transformed Human Cursed Spirit, forcing Yuji Itadori to kill him with his own hands.
However, even if those modified humans experienced the most excruciating and horrific things, none of them suffered as terribly as the one before them.
At the very least, when those guys transformed, their speed was incredibly fast; their souls mutated even faster than they could perceive the pain.
But Ryomen Sukuna was different. His transformation was extremely slow, and the suffering he endured was many times greater than theirs.
At the same time, it was an immense psychological pressure on him. Who could watch themselves turn into a monster and remain indifferent?
Well, in others' eyes, Ryomen Sukuna was already a monster. Where could one find such a freak with two sets of arms and four eyes?
However, what made the Jujutsu Sorcerer present feel extremely complicated was that they actually sensed fear in the eyes of that powerful being, who feared nothing and no one, like a demon god.
Ryomen Sukuna himself didn't know what he would become.
Especially since if Ryomen Sukuna just touched the flesh on his face or pinched any muscle tissue on his body, it would directly come off, revealing a rotten state that looked like it had been dead for about two weeks.
Similar to a corpse, Ryomen Sukuna's mental state was under immense pressure.
"It's not Idle Transfiguration."
Nanami Kento said, frowning.
His goggle-like eyes also showed extreme solemnity.
Among these few people present, he could say without hesitation that he had dealt with Mahito the longest and had fought him the most times.
Nanami Kento had even personally experienced Idle Transfiguration, so he had some insights into it.
If Mahito's Idle Transfiguration was like this, then Nanami Kento would have died before even engaging or touching Mahito.
"That's a Cursed Technique many times more terrifying than Mahito's Idle Transfiguration."
"Mhm."
Yaga Masamichi also looked very serious.
"A Cursed Technique that even Ryomen Sukuna cannot bear. Throughout the Jujutsu World's thousands of years of history, there has been no record of such a thing."
What on earth is going on with that boy? How can he unleash such an utterly evil Cursed Technique effect right from the start?
Ryomen Sukuna's tragic state was etched into everyone's pupils.
In everyone's minds, at this moment, there was only pity for the strongest of a thousand years.
If he had been defeated by Gojo Satoru back then, would he not have had to endure all this pain?
However, those who knew Yuji Itadori, the students from Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High, couldn't help but show a look of sadness and disappointment.
"Yuji, he probably won't be coming back."
They had originally placed their hopes on Kenmyo; if Ryomen Sukuna were defeated, their good friend might still be able to return. But now, there was purely no hope to be seen.
Such a terrifying degree of mutation was unprecedented and suffocating.
Some apprentice Jujutsu Sorcerer with weaker tolerance even started vomiting, but no one present blamed their unsightly behavior.
Because some veterans also felt a constant surge of nausea in their hearts, causing their entire bodies to tremble.
"What have you done?!"
Ryomen Sukuna tried to open his mouth to speak, but his tongue had already fallen off, now split into something like a jellyfish.
It was scattered, resembling an insect's mouthparts.
Ryomen Sukuna was almost no longer human, like a dark green monster. Due to the mutation of his oral organs, he couldn't even speak fluently for a while.
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
The scene before him exceeded what Kenmyo had imagined. Ryomen Sukuna shouldn't have been crumbling to flesh and blood within the Shadow of Death, watching his body gradually dissipate into the air.
After all, Kenmyo had envisioned this skill to be similar to the molecular-sized bombs produced by the explosion of a certain 'art is explosion' oversized explosive, meaning a Cursed Technique that directly eliminates the opponent at a molecular level.
When Kenmyo saw this scene, the feeling of revulsion in his heart was also quite strong, and at the same time, a sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.
"What kind of Shadow of Death is this?"
Unlike the ordinary people who knew nothing, Kenmyo knew some inside information, after all, this attack was at least launched by him.
Ryomen Sukuna's current peculiar situation.
"It's clearly some kind of high-level corruption ritual; if you can't endure it, you die."
When Kenmyo saw Ryomen Sukuna showing signs of decay, and many common pustules, some ulcers, and open wounds visible everywhere on his flesh, all these characteristics increasingly aligned with a terrifying entity in Kenmyo's memory.
It was quite similar to the gradual transformation of Nurgle's Plague Legions, one of the Four Chaos Gods of the Warp, the Lord of Death and Plagues.
A rather preposterous thought appeared in Kenmyo's mind,
Could it be that he, by some strange coincidence, was transforming Ryomen Sukuna into a minion of that terrifying entity?
The Shadow of Death was a trial bestowed upon minions; if one couldn't endure it, then death would be a certainty.
But what if he endured it?
Kenmyo swallowed, feeling like something bad was about to happen.
Completely different from the other three terrifying entities in the Warp, who had'strict standards and high demands' for their subordinates, that Lord was not picky about anyone, accepting all comers, akin to Father Nurgle.
All things decay, all life endures!
Kenmyo's mind conjured the terrifying green figure that blotted out the sky, its bloated body filled with utterly dreadful plagues, stirring its own thick stew.
Regardless of age, ugliness, good, or evil, that deity tolerantly embraced the world's people, leading them under his banner like a benevolent father guiding his children.
As long as you believe in Him, His divine love will descend upon you.
Therefore, the armies under that Lord's command had countless powerful warriors and were notoriously difficult to deal with.
Each one inflicted high damage, and cruel flesh mutations made them one with their armor, giving them extremely high defense, making them virtually unkillable.
Nurgle, the Plague Lord', legions were the ugliest; even Slaanesh, the Lord of Pleasure, and his followers, didn't look as horrifying, making one's sanity plummet to the limit.
Ryomen Sukuna's body began to undergo very significant flesh mutations. These flesh mutations were absorbing his life force, and the more they absorbed Ryomen Sukuna's immense life force, the more obvious the mutations on his body surface became.
Tentacles were already growing from some of Ryomen Sukuna's wounds, and faces were starting to grow on his abdomen.
Ryomen Sukuna, the two-faced one, had faces starting to grow on his back and chest. The sounds coming from those mouths were like the cries of newborn infants, exceptionally sharp and piercing.
At the same time, Ryomen Sukuna's body also began to swell uncontrollably, like a balloon constantly being inflated and stretched. This was because many strange things were growing inside him; some intestines had become as thick as gnarled tree roots.
Moreover, because his belly was very distended, it gave the impression that it was about to burst open.
Indeed, the Plague Marines in the Warhammer World had to rely on the confinement of their power armor to prevent their internal organs from spilling out.
But Ryomen Sukuna knew nothing of this; where would he find such armor? He only felt his belly was so bloated it was about to explode.
His four arms also began to swell, the veins on his skin burst, and he was covered in blood, no longer recognizable as his original Cursed Markings.
If it continued to transform in this direction, Kenmyo himself would feel that something terrible would happen.
At that point, the world's first Plague Marine would be born.
That would be utterly ridiculous.
Chaos corruption often originates from an accident, and then it spreads throughout the world, and the world is destroyed by plague.
This was Kenmyo's worst-case scenario right now, and it all stemmed from his small mistake.
He underestimated the effect of his skill, Shadow of Death.
Also, if Shadow of Death's single burst could only settle a maximum of three times, then each burst would dissipate all the remaining power, meaning it couldn't be stacked that high.
Jujutsu Sorcerer usually die after stacking about 12 layers; Ryomen Sukuna might stack up to 60 layers and then die.
But releasing 125 accumulated layers at once, good heavens, that directly maxed out Ryomen Sukuna's buffs; it would be hard not to mutate.
So, things were changing in an unknown direction, and at this moment, a subtle sense of unease had already appeared in Kenmyo's heart.
He clicked his tongue in displeasure.
"It seems that taking advantage isn't so easy."
Kenmyo suddenly felt he had been tricked. It seemed that good things belonging to others were not so easily obtained.
When he had received Praise of Life from Nurgle, allowing him to regenerate health just by breathing, he jokingly said that he had finally found his adoptive father.
However, because he had now merged several skills, the resulting mutations had broken their original effects.
To prevent Ryomen Sukuna from continuing to transform as Kenmyo imagined, before the situation became even more serious.
Kenmyo prepared to go forward and directly cut off Ryomen Sukuna's head, but he didn't expect that guy to instead actively thrust the other Cursed Tool in his hand, which was Ascension.
Ryomen Sukuna roared, but due to the severe mutation of his mouth, he could only shriek.
"Roar!!!"
His pride would not allow him to become so hideous. Ryomen Sukuna used all his remaining strength to plunge the spear into his own body.
Ryomen Sukuna inserted it straight into his chest with such decisiveness that it was frightening; he was truly cornered.
That's why he was so desperate. Could the worst outcome be any worse than it was now?
"Reverse Destiny."
The ability of Ascension should have been demonstrated in detail earlier, right?
Gojo Satoru's Purple had originally intended to be unleashed on Ryomen Sukuna, to kill him in one blow.
But in the end, Gojo Satoru himself was completely engulfed by the 'Purple' he had unleashed with all his Cursed Energy.
Moreover, the destructive power of the Purple used by Ryomen Sukuna far exceeded that unleashed by Gojo Satoru, increasing by about three times.
This is the ability of Ascension: by absorbing all of the opponent's Cursed Technique power, and then instantly releasing an attack that is more than three times stronger, returning it all.
Simply put, it's "Full Counter!"
The other is Amplification.
If the absorbed Cursed Technique power is not released, it can in turn amplify the user's Cursed Technique power.
For example, if Ryomen Sukuna's Cursed Technique is slashing, and he absorbs the destructive power of 'Purple', then releases a'Slash' through Ascension, amplified three times, it could probably even split the world.
But he probably won't have another chance to use this move; once missed, it's missed.
The main structure of Ascension is that extraterrestrial meteorite from an unknown origin—yes, that eye that makes one feel nauseous and creepy just by looking at it.
It is also the source of these two absurd abilities, firmly holding its place as the strongest offensive Special Grade Cursed Tool.
Legend has it that anyone who obtains this demonic spear will suffer misfortune. Ryomen Sukuna, however, defied this belief and was the only one who could perfectly wield it.
But later, his fate was seen: he was turned into 20 pieces of dried jerky, and after finally coming back to life, he now had to endure unimaginable suffering.
Ascension, on which Ryomen Sukuna placed great hopes, after being completely plunged into his body, the unknown crystalline eye initially seemed to have tasted something incredibly delicious.
After all, it was Ryomen Sukuna's life essence, and even the mutations on Ryomen Sukuna's body showed some tendency to be suppressed.
But good times didn't last. Ascension, instead, seemed to have suddenly eaten something poisonous. Its eye began to roll uncontrollably, and eventually, a clear crack appeared on the crystal.
Even Gojo Satoru's 'Purple', which it could fully absorb and return with nearly three times the Cursed Energy output, was defeated and completely shattered at this moment.
And the dark green, ominous, unknown energy that Ascension had finally managed to draw out of Ryomen Sukuna also dissipated from that crack, looking as if it were scattering into space, flowing away into the distance.
Kenmyo knew that if this thing were to leak out, it would be no less than the T-virus leak in Resident Evil, creating countless terrifying, mindless monsters in this world.
Their very existence was a plague.
Both humans and other creatures would face true annihilation; that would be genuine devastation.
The once beautiful Earth would become a dead and barren planet, filled with despair and plague.
Kenmyo was also quite skilled at handling matters.
"Two cyclone torpedoes can take care of it."
The collapse of the world happens so casually.
That's why the Imperium must continuously search for unregistered Psyker illegals, not just to fuel the Emperor's pyre.
Another point is that these guys are simply too troublesome.
Casually, due to psychic influence, Chaos forces can invade the entire world.
Kenmyo here was also due to his negligence, creating such a mess.
Meanwhile, Ryomen Sukuna still foolishly held his broken Ascension, a rare trace of despair in his eyes.
This was the first time in a thousand years he had felt so helpless. And this unimaginable, corrupting darkness was eroding his spirit.
Ryomen Sukuna shed another tear of blood from his eyes. Before him, he seemed to see a magnificent entity that surpassed all his cognition and transcended time and space—that was a true deity.
That was the transcendence Ryomen Sukuna sought.
"That is when true power resides."
"Trash skill."
Kenmyo cursed inwardly. He occasionally used a semi-open Domain Expansion, wanting to show off, but who would have thought it would turn out like this?
The villain hadn't even successfully destroyed the world yet, but Kenmyo, representing the side of justice, was leading the charge in destroying it.
It can only be said that destroying the world was not his original intention.
He could have resolved Ryomen Sukuna using other methods, but instead, he used the most high-profile approach.
Now, Kenmyo had to play the role of a savior.
Kenmyo watched as the light faded from Ryomen Sukuna's eyes, replaced by hatred for this new world and endless greed.
No choice, let's go!
Working overtime today, no time to divide chapters.
Gojo was formidable today, he cut off Kenjaku's head.