Ten Sacred Treasures, Bu Liu's Words

In the utter silence after the battle, Sukuna's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground—emotions welled up in his heart, helping him recover his Cursed Energy — Satoru Gojo looked at Sukuna beside him, about to open his mouth to mock him.

"Domain Expansion."

Sukuna and Satoru Gojo were both taken aback, but after sensing the familiar Cursed Energy, they immediately formed hand seals— the Hollow Wicker Basket and the Simple Domain nested and generated around them, but the domain was not a black spider web.

tread.

The two looked in the direction the sound came from and saw a smiling... mysterious Mahoraga.

The Little Mo formed a hand seal and activated her domain—her domain had no name, it simply confined everyone within the Dharma Wheel. Accompanied by a clicking sound, the Shikigami, led by the Little Mo, began chanting incantations.

"Jade that is pure, jade that is born, Reverse Jade, jade that returns to life after death."

"Yingdu Mirror, Biandu Mirror, snakeskin, bee skin."

"The skin of the material world, the eight-handed sword, the celestial seal and auspicious treasure, all return to me."

Within the partition of the Dharma Wheel, shadows continuously emerged from the silent Shadow Realm: Divine Dog, Great Serpent, Nue, Round Deer, Toad, Max Elephant, Tiger Funeral, Piercing Ox, and Rabbit Escape. Their bodies constantly changed and gradually merged into the body of Mahoraga standing in the center.

Both Satoru Gojo Satoru Gojo Sukuna wanted to take this opportunity to interrupt the ritual Sukuna, which looked very ominous, but the lack of Cursed Energy and the heavy pressure that accompanied the falling of the rings prevented them from making any attacking moves.

"What is this guy doing?!"

Satoru Gojo watched this scene with a solemn expression. Although he didn't understand what the thing in front of him was, he could see the changes that were taking place.

Ryomen Sukuna, was much more solemn. After confirming that each shikigami had a corresponding Shikigami seal symbol on its forehead, Ryomen Sukuna gently patted Satoru Gojo on the shoulder.

We're in big trouble.

"What?"

"Resurrection."

"Huh?! There's a second level?!"

Satoru Gojo and Sukuna maintained their hand seals, but due to insufficient Cursed Energy and the stripping effect of this "domain," their the Strongest countermeasures were still being stripped away at a considerable speed, even with a large amount of Cursed Energy added to maintain them.

Click.

Eight arms extended from Mahoraga's back, followed by the corresponding implements of the Shikigami: a precious gem, a precious mirror, a fur painting, and the eight-handed longsword Binding Vow by Dharma Wheel.

"The Buryūbu, from Yura Yura, the Buryūbu."

The shadows of nine Shikigami appeared continuously as Mahoraga danced, while Mahoraga chanted incantations. In the midst of the incantations, a black shadow instantly grabbed an object in the air in the center of the golden magic ring, which then condensed and took shape on his body.

"The Buryūbu, from Yura Yura, the Buryūbu."

Click.

Bang!

The black shadow disappeared as Xuan reappeared—but the Xuan that appeared before the two was not the spirited man they knew, but a lifeless creature with white hair and a withered body.

But as the white shadow in the shape of Round Deer circled around Xuan's body, Xuan returned to his original form once again, and at this moment, Xuan's face was filled with unparalleled confidence.

At this moment, Satoru Gojo stared at the man in front of him in disbelief, his azure eyes darting up and down. After confirming that the person in front of him was Zenin Xuan, Satoru Gojo spoke subconsciously.

"Really...?"

"Of course it's true! I'm still as lively as ever."

Xuan looked up at the two of them—he had returned to his original full potential once again.

"Don't answer me with my lines, Zenin Xuan! How did you manage to come back to life in that situation?!"

Xuan let out a long sigh, his bright golden eyes fixed on the two of them. After another breath, Xuan opened his mouth.

"Ah... Satoru Gojo, the afterlife does exist."

"What are you talking about?!"

"No... I was just expressing my sincere gratitude. No matter how many times I've come close to death... you were the first person to truly kill me. For that, I should thank you more."

Xuan rubbed his hands together, as if reminiscing about the feel of them.

"The Heavenly Seal Treasure, once all ten treasures are collected, can guide others to resurrection after death through the incantation of Bu Liu... The legend of the Zenin Clan is actually true... and I have indeed been resurrected."

Xuan took a deep breath--

"When I realized I couldn't escape, I made one choice—after I died, my Shikigami would immediately leave my body and sever the link with me. Therefore... Mahoraga was released the moment I was hit by the Hellfire."

Click.

The Mahoraga's Wheel once again appeared above Xuan's head, its Dharma Wheel spinning—after dying once, he had finally fully adapted to "Azure".

From now on, Cang will no longer be able to capture Xuan's light.

"Come on, let's attack together! Don't disappoint me, you two the Strongest."

Satoru Gojo and Sukuna exchanged a glance, then stared intently at Gen. Given their depleted Cursed Energy, was it even possible for them to defeat Zenin Xuan, who had already returned to full strength?

It seems that only one path, a dead end, remains before Satoru Gojo and Sukuna.

"I'm out of mana, bro."

Satoru Gojo was out of options—with his chakra reserves, one Maximum Technique Banhe would basically drain him dry, let alone the Maximum Technique: Hollow Purple he had just used. He patted Sukuna on the back.

"I'm almost there too."

Sukuna has another plan: he can now restart his original body and fully restore his mana.

But what's the point? Just regenerate your mana and then get hit by the spinning top again?

Sukuna pondered and assessed how he could possibly fight Xuan, and soon, his brain gave him a response.

No.

The difference in combat power is so great—both of them are now at their limit. Sukuna is even unable to unleash his domain again due to the Unlimited Void. Originally, the two thought that as long as they could kill Xuan before he got serious, they would be fine, but now it seems that the two of them cannot do it.

... There's another plan.

Sukuna sank his consciousness to the depths of his heart—within the black domain space, Megumi Fushiguro stared at him.

"Sukuna? Aren't you fighting right now?"

"Satoru Gojo and I lost."

"How is this possible?! What exactly happened while I was still processing that half of the Unlimited Void?"

"You've got a really high tolerance for stress... If you grow up and become stronger, remember to leave a memorial for the two of us!"

"What are you talking about!"

Megumi Fushiguro couldn't accept—or rather, couldn't accept—that her two the Strongest allies, after fighting to the very last moment, actually thought they were going to die?

"I need to expel you from my body after I restart it. You must leave the battlefield immediately. Then I will cover Satoru Gojo. By then, as a Cursed Spirit, I will probably die very soon."

Megumi Fushiguro remained silent for a moment, then nodded to Sukuna.

"Then, you need to let Yuji Itadori and that Takaba —let them clean up the mess."

"I will."

"As for me, you don't need to worry about me, just do your thing."

After Sukuna finished speaking, he prepared to leave—and just as he was about to leave, Megumi Fushiguro patted him on the back.

"Sukuna."

"Um?"

Sukuna turned his head to the side, his two right eyes looking at Megumi Fushiguro behind him.

"Don't die!"

"Hmph... brat..."

Sukuna returned a smile, and then his consciousness slowly returned to his body. At this moment, Satoru Gojo and Gen made no other moves, as if they were waiting for Sukuna to complete his little action. Gen, on the other hand, reached his hands into the shadow, and with a crackling sound, eight fist-length swords were pulled out of the shadow.

"If you don't think it's going to work, then leave. I don't have a habit of bullying children."

Xuan sat back down, and a black shadow sprang up from behind him, forming a—food stall chair, with the Eight-Handled Sword leaning against it beside him.

"..."

Sukuna and Satoru Gojo stared at Gen in front of them, falling into a brief silence. They exchanged glances, and then Gen spoke again.

"Of course, if you give me a moment's rest, I can destroy a city... Oh, if you give me a minute's rest, how about I flatten Kyushu first?"

What's the point of you doing this?

"It makes me feel good—I was initially scared because I thought that after I closed my eyes, my soul would be flung into outer space by the Earth, which is moving at an unknown speed. But I never expected that people who died on Earth would gather in the soul passage."

"..."

Sukuna, who was about to speak, choked up—he was now starting to miss Xuan from his own world. In just over ten minutes, Sukuna felt that every aspect of himself was being crushed and humiliated at will, whether it was his strength or what he considered evil—even the act of eating people had been trampled underfoot by the Xuan before him.

Yo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh~~!

As the two hesitated, a dramatic voice came from behind them. When Satoru Gojo and Sukuna turned around, they saw a scene that shocked them.

Under Gen's watchful gaze, a guy wearing a half-body tight-fitting suit landed on the ground, and right behind him, Satoru Gojo and Sukuna immediately spotted Ui Ui.

Whoosh!

With a Ui Ui of the cloth in the air, Satoru Gojo and Sukuna vanished simultaneously.

Who is it?

"Hahaha! The newcomer is none other than—the Dead Swimmer, former comedian! 35 years old!!! Takaha Fumihiko!"

"...?"

Xuan sized up the man in front of him, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

"Untie."

After determining the situation of the person in front of him, Xuan raised his hand and unleashed a slash that sliced through Takaba's body.

Then, Takaba jumped up from the spot, his whole body spinning continuously in mid-air—and then...

Click click click click click!

Takaba's body was like a drill, spinning and drilling a fracture mark into the entire slash.

"Ha?!"

Xuan raised his hand again, extending his index and middle fingers—meeting Takaba's outstretched fist.

"I won!"

Bang!

Suddenly, an inflatable hammer struck Xuan's face, sending him flying backward and crashing into the rubble. Amidst the dust and smoke, Xuan's eyes gleamed with immense excitement.

A golden magic ring appeared above Xuan's head in the next moment.

Click!

The moment the Dharma Wheel spun, Xuan's expression changed—could it be that the Cursed Technique by the person before him was actually not difficult to understand?

Click-clack-click-clack!

So, you've adapted?

Thump thump thump thump~

As the golden Dharma Wheel above Xuan's head spun continuously, a helicopter-like effect appeared above him. In the brief moment of Xuan's daze, his entire body was carried into the Sky Manipulation by Mahoraga's Wheel —and then, he crashed violently into the ground.

Boom!

"Haaah--I never knew your magic ring could fly, my Little Mo ~"

Xuan propped himself up on the floor and raised his face. The golden Dharma Wheel stopped spinning. After uttering a complaint, Xuan immediately raised his hand.

"Hollow Technique Chaos."

Snap!

The gray energy orb was knocked away by Takaba's baseball bat, and the flying energy orb landed directly on Xuan's face.

"I--"

Before Xuan could say anything, the effects of Chaos slowed down his thinking.

Xuan wasn't in a hurry to use the Mahoraga to cancel the effects of Chaos. In the almost harmless Chaos, Xuan retrieved the information about the person in front of him from his memories.

Fumihiko Takaba, Superhero...

After gaining an understanding of the opponent's Cursed Technique, the Mahoraga's Wheel reappeared above Xuan's head.

"Tsk tsk... So this is the effect of your Cursed Technique?"

Takaba swung his baseball bat, seemingly unaware of what he had just hit back, while Xuan felt immense pressure— Mahoraga's adaptation was essentially ineffective against Takaba.

Indeed, Little Mo was adapting to the Cursed Technique before him, and at a very fast pace, but the main purpose of the Cursed Technique was not aimed at "Xuan".

It was directed at "Takaba" himself.

The ability to dispel Cursed Technique and to become immune to Cursed Technique effects—these are all examples of how "adaptation" affects oneself and the objects that attack one.

However, the enhancement effect of the Cursed Technique on the caster will not be affected. For example, even if Gen completes the adaptation to Sora and Satoru Gojo, Satoru Gojo's mobility in using Sora and Kaku will not be lost. The same applies to Takaba.

As he was thinking this, it was as if some kind of canopy behind Xuan started typing out a bunch of gibberish—thanks to Little Mo's adaptation, Xuan's thought process wasn't fully displayed.

"Hello."

Xuan broke off a piece of the subtitle, gripped it tightly, and threw it forcefully—the flying subtitle revealed the shadow of Piercing Ox, while Takaba waved a piece of red cloth.

"Oh no! That's dangerous!"

As Piercing Ox flew past Takaba, Xuan Ye had already arrived in front of Takaba.

Boom!

A powerful punch, enough to create an extra road in the city, slammed down on Takaba...

On the sandbag shaped like Takaba.

Snap!

"Hey! You're punching at the wrong angle!"

A burning pain rose from his shoulder. Xuan felt the pain in his right shoulder and stared intently at Takaba in front of him.

This Cursed Technique is extremely dangerous... at least for others.

Once Mahoraga has adapted, he can simply force Takaba to leave the scene on his own...

Click.