Heavenly Imperial Pillars, a pure, flawless white world.
Malevolent Shrine, a dark-red, blood-soaked domain.
At that moment, beyond the repeatedly ravaged battlefield, two utterly different "domains" began their final confrontation.
Red and white.
Worlds encroaching upon each other.
Sukuna stood at the center of his shrine, all four arms spread, like the sovereign who ruled this shrine of slaughter.
The Cursed Energy seething around him became countless invisible, intangible slashes, erupting from every corner of the shrine.
They tore indiscriminately in all directions, toward every part of this pure-white world!
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss-!!!!!!!!
Piercing shrieks, so densely packed they made the scalp crawl, instantly filled the space covered by both domains!
The dark-red slashes surged like raging waves, trying to rip apart every patch of pure white they touched!
Where the slashes passed, deep, charred furrows were plowed into the pure-white ground, and dense scratches scored the surfaces of the towering stone pillars.
They groaned under the strain, and even the air was sliced with countless fine black fissures.
Yet no matter how violent Sukuna's slashes were, how dense, how sharp...
They could never truly "occupy" this pure-white world.
They could not stain all this white dark red.
Because this was Madara Uchiha's innate world.
Though the slashes could leave marks when they struck the pristine stone pillars.
Those marks were not permanent. The radiance flowing over the pillars' surfaces flickered slightly, and the scars faded at a visible speed, returning them to their original state.
Sukuna could clearly feel that the power of his slashes was like a lone island floating in a pure-white ocean within this white world.
He could feel that maintaining this confrontation consumed an enormous amount of his Cursed Energy every second.
He was like a novice who had only just learned to