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Tokyo Minato Ward, Ruined Battleground.
Kashimo Hajime shook his wrist. Viscous blood dripped from his fingertips.
The player beneath his feet was silent, their body twisted and embedded in the shattered asphalt.
"Tch," he sneered, his eyes filled with tedious frustration. "How boring."
He looked up at the gray sky shrouded by the Culling Game barrier, his voice carrying a gasp of desire: "Higuruma... where are you hiding, you bastard? Come out and fight!"
The moment the words left his mouth—
Voom—!!! An unprecedented, scalp-prickling tremor swept across the entirety of Tokyo!
It was as if countless piano strings, stretched to their limit, were plucked simultaneously, emitting a high-pitched wail!
This was immediately followed by a sharp, grating sound—
Crack! Crackle, crackle, crackle!
The sound of a gigantic glass dome about to shatter! So dense it made the heart stop!
Kashimo Hajime's head snapped up, his pupils contracting violently!
He saw countless dazzling blue-white fissures suddenly appear on the translucent barrier wall that covered the sky and emitted an ominous glow!
Each line radiated a cold, utterly pure aura of destruction!
They were millions of minute yet lethal slashing lights, appearing out of nowhere, densely packed, spreading and intersecting wildly across the entire sky like a spiderweb!
"What is that?!" Kashimo Hajime's muscles instantly tensed. Savage Cursed Energy instinctively exploded, and lightning crackled around him!
An unprecedented sense of crisis washed over him like ice water!
The next second, his gaze locked onto the center of the sky where the cracks were most concentrated!
A human figure was hovering there.
White hair whipped wildly in the violent energy turbulence, and his black clothing fluttered.
His right hand casually held something...
No, someone!
A young man in a tattered kesa, with all four limbs cleanly severed, desperately relying on the Reverse Cursed Technique to regenerate flesh, covered in blood and utterly disgraced, was being held up like garbage!
Kashimo Hajime's eyes instantly bulged!
His mouth unconsciously fell slightly open. He recognized that face!
Geto?! That wicked, shrewd mastermind who had engineered the entire Jujutsu world into this burning hell, that ruthless planner—Geto?!
And he was being carried like a shredded rag doll, held in someone's hand like trash?!
This extremely shocking sight caused Kashimo Hajime's mind to go briefly blank.
He stared fixedly at the cold, indifferent profile of the white-haired youth in the sky. His savage battle intent was replaced by an overwhelming shock and confusion.
Who... is this guy?!
Chen Tian looked up, sweeping his gaze across the blue-white fissures that had not yet dissipated in the sky. The residual blade traces flickered on the gray barrier wall like frozen lightning.
"Nero, you cannot destroy the barrier," Geto's voice was broken by pain, his ragged breathing making his speech even more frantic. "This barrier is the culmination of centuries of preparation. Even if you destroy the Tokyo zone's barrier, the ones in other areas will seamlessly patch this zone up!"
He suddenly laughed hoarsely, pink flesh squirming on the cross-sections of his severed limbs. "You think you can just..."
"Is that so?" Chen Tian tilted his head. White hair hung over his eyes, obscuring his gaze. "Then I'll just destroy all ten of your 'carefully' prepared barriers simultaneously."
Geto's laughter instantly froze. His regenerating eyes stared up in disbelief.
Ten? How does he know the exact number? In his investigation, Nero showed no interest in the Jujutsu world at all.
Before he could process the answer, Chen Tian's figure transformed into a faint, black afterimage.
The next second, the air on the rooftop of the tallest hotel in the Tokyo Minato Ward slightly warped.
Chen Tian appeared on the rooftop, still holding Geto. He casually tossed Geto aside, who hit the ground with a dull thump.
"Cough—!" Geto choked on the air, the desperate regeneration stopping instantly.
Chen Tian didn't look at him. His left hand loosely gripped the air at his side.
A mundane sound of metal friction rang out, and a katana with a hilt wrapped in black cord suddenly materialized in his palm.
The hilt was the common matte steel color, without any Cursed markings or special sheen. Even the scabbard was just plain black wood.
Chen Tian hooked the Yamato onto his waist. The blade softly vibrated against the black cloth of his shirt, resting as if it were a natural extension of his body. He raised his hand and gripped the hilt of the new sword, his knuckles gently tapping the plain wooden scabbard.
"Tsing—"
The moment the blade drew half an inch from the scabbard, an invisible, immense pressure suddenly slammed down onto the ground!
It wasn't a torrent of Cursed Energy; it was more like a gravitational collapse during a cosmic upheaval, rolling over the entire Tokyo Minato Ward with a sharp, metallic friction.
Geto's remaining torso slapped "pa" onto the rooftop floor. Cold sweat instantly soaked his ragged kesa.
This power was utterly unfamiliar—it lacked the foul scent of Cursed Energy; there was only a pure, desperate will to crush all existence into dust, suffocating him more than the dead silence of the Yamato.
In the Tokyo ruins, a sorcerer hiding behind a shipping container suddenly collapsed "thud," kneeling down, pressing his hands hard against the ground to keep from lying flat.
A Special Grade Curse in a dark corner whimpered in agony, its body visibly curling under the pressure.
Culling Game players' faces turned deathly pale. Some gritted their teeth, trying to stand straight, but their knees shook uncontrollably. Cursed Energy surged chaotically within them but was utterly useless.
"Wh-what is this?" Geto's voice was hoarse and broken by the pain of his regenerating limbs starting to tear again.
Chen Tian's hand on the hilt did not stop. The blade continued to slide out slowly.
The silver blade reflected his half-closed eye. The pressure extended with the blade, like a tightening giant net.
Kashimo Hajime in the distance was rushing forward, wrapped in lightning, but suddenly froze mid-stride. Lightning crackled violently in his palm, yet his feet seemed nailed to the ground.
"Thump, thump, thump—"
The sound of someone's heartbeat echoed in the empty ruins, or perhaps it was countless hearts being forced to beat in synchronized rhythm by this force.
Chen Tian looked at Geto's twisted face and slightly curved his lips into a smile.
This feeling of toying with prey made him ease the pressure in his fingers slightly—like a cat that always watches the mouse struggle long enough before the final pounce.
"Tsing— clang!"
The last half-inch of the blade fully left the scabbard. The air's immense pressure suddenly exploded!
The entire sword was finally exposed to the daylight—it did not shimmer with the expected cold light. Instead, it looked ancient and worn, like something picked up from a garbage heap.
The blade was covered in crimson markings, like dried blood stains set upon it, yet they faintly emitted a searing glow.
Geto's eyes widened in horror. Just this? How could this shabby sword possess that kind of oppressive power?
Chen Tian completely ignored his shock. He inverted the hilt, pointing the tip downward, and brought the hilt close to his mouth.
"Ryūjin Jakka," his voice was low, like he was speaking to an old friend. "If he moves unexpectedly, burn him."
The moment the words fell, he sharply flung his wrist!
Pfft—!
The crimson blade sliced through the air and plunged straight down, precisely piercing Geto's chest! The hilt slammed "thud" onto the rooftop floor, nailing him firmly to the spot!
Geto's attempt to use his Cursed Energy, which was rapidly regenerating his limbs, stalled instantly. Before he could scream, a sense of searing heat, like being branded, already surged into him.
The crimson markings suddenly flared, feeling like red-hot iron pressed against his internal organs. He couldn't even manage a scream, only letting out choked gasps with his mouth wide open.
The blade trembled slightly, as if responding to Chen Tian's command. A faint red heat wave seeped from the crimson markings, forming a hellish halo around Geto's body.
Chen Tian brushed nonexistent dust from his hands and turned toward the edge of the rooftop.
Geto, nailed to the ground, realized that his Cursed Energy felt trapped and sealed. He couldn't move, and even a slight fluctuation of his fingers brought excruciating pain.
"Geto, didn't you say you were the most evil mastermind who benefited from the mess?"
Chen Tian stood with his back to him at the edge of the rooftop, his black clothing flapping in the high-altitude wind.
He slightly tilted his head. The look beneath his white hair was cold as ice: "I'll let you see that all your schemes are worthless in the face of true power."
Before the words faded, his figure dissolved into a gray shadow, like smoke carried away by the wind, instantly vanishing from the rooftop.
Geto's eyes were frantic, desperately looking at the spot where Chen Tian had disappeared—A chance!
He was about to mobilize his Cursed Energy to attack the sword when the Ryūjin Jakka in his chest suddenly vibrated "Voom!"
"Ugh, ahhh—!"
Geto let out a muffled, choked shriek. The agonizing pain was overwhelming.
The crimson markings on the blade fully flared, as if magma were being poured down the blade into his veins. His internal organs were instantly enveloped by invisible flames. Even his soul felt like it was being scorched in a furnace!
He convulsed, collapsing back onto the ground. Veins bulged on his forehead, yet he didn't even have the strength to use his Reverse Cursed Technique to heal his body.
The flames seemed alive; they flared instantly whenever he entertained the thought of escape, making even thinking an agony.
Geto writhed on the ground, his vision uncontrollably swaying toward the sky.
The blue-white blade scars on the barrier wall had not yet dissipated, looking like unhealed wounds on the gray sky. He suddenly remembered Chen Tian's words. His heart felt pierced again by the fiery sword—
True power?
Could his thousand years of scheming truly be defeated by such a monster?
On the distant rooftop of the ruins, Kashimo Hajime's lightning flickered and crackled uneasily around him.
He stared fixedly at the figure twisting in agony in the invisible flames on the rooftop. His savage battle intent was covered by an unprecedented chill.
The heat radiating from the shabby sword (Ryūjin Jakka) stuck in Geto's chest made his muscles seize up with primal fear—
Untouchable! Unbeatable! That was a power that burned everything to ash!
The intense, burning pain tore at Geto's every nerve, even making his attempt to use the Reverse Cursed Technique a futile struggle.
Geto writhed in the molten heat, his regenerating eyes stopped moving, fixed on the horrifying spectacle unfolding in the sky—
Changing faces, orchestrating chaos behind the curtain; Manipulating the Jujutsu world, countless pieces killing and falling in his engineered game; The carefully woven net, which even an untamable existence like Ryomen Sukuna was planned to be a part of his grand scheme...
A thousand years of effort, flawless calculation, everything under control!
Yet here he was, nailed to the scalding ground by a shabby sword that reeked of a barbecue stall's scrap metal, like a casually discarded piece of trash.
His thousand years of confidence were shattered like a clay pot by the two swords that a "celebrity" had casually pulled out!
A hoarse, grating sound of self-mockery squeezed out of his throat, carrying blood foam and the stench of desperate air.
Just as the tail end of this self-mockery faded—
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish—!!!
In the sky, the blue-white blade scars that crisscrossed and ran through the entire Culling Game barrier suddenly burst forth with a piercing light that cut through the gloom!
The light was like millions of ignited laser beams, instantly illuminating the ruins of the entire Tokyo Minato Ward so brightly that it was hard to keep one's eyes open!
Every fissure was frantically flashing and humming. Cutting sounds, sharp enough to pierce the soul, poured out from them!
Crack! Crackle, crackle—Rumble!!!!
A terrifying roar, like the massive pillars supporting heaven and earth being violently crushed!
A shriek, like a billion sheets of glass being shattered simultaneously at supersonic speed!
The colossal barrier wall covering the sky, along with the precise support nodes within it, emitted an agonizing wail. Like a giant glass dome struck by a massive hammer, it suddenly disintegrated in the midst of the frantic flashing of a billion blade marks!
Countless massive, irregularly shaped translucent barrier fragments, trailing piercing energy wakes, plummeted toward the cities, wilderness, mountains, and oceans below like pieces of a doomsday meteor!
Explosive fire flashed one after another beneath the shattered sky.
High above the planet, the Ryūjin Jakka hilt on the rooftop trembled, its crimson markings flickering. The invisible searing heat tightly locked down Geto's body. Chen Tian's back was turned, and he had taken one step out of the rooftop perimeter.
His figure dissolved like smoke.
The next second, coldness and dead silence enveloped him. There was no air conduction, and the massive blue planet silently rotated beneath his feet.
This was beyond the planet, in the vacuum of space, deep and dark.
Chen Tian hovered, his black clothing frozen like ink against the backdrop of the stars.
The outline of the Japanese archipelago below was clearly visible to him.
He had been here before. After his body's metamorphosis, he knew that the cold and suffocation of the vacuum were no longer a threat.
He had even noticed the subtle differences between this country and the one in his memory—a broader landmass, more unfamiliar city outlines; the entire planet seemed to have expanded slightly.
But none of that mattered.
All that remained in his eyes were the ominous barriers covering the entire Japanese archipelago—the ten translucent energy domes that Geto relied upon as his foundation.
The goal: destroy them.
Chen Tian's body slightly lowered, his center of gravity dropping. His feet seemed to be resting on an invisible sheet of ice.
His right hand silently pressed the hilt of the Yamato at his waist.
The scabbard was cold, the touch familiar.
He slightly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a ghostly blue flame flashed in the depths of his irises!
The movement was so fast that it left only countless faint blue afterimages of twisted space in the vacuum!
The trajectories of his arm and blade completely surpassed the limit of visual capture!
The invisible sword intent did not slice through the atmosphere; it crossed space directly, accurately slashing at the ten core nodes of the massive barrier network below!
The Yamato slid precisely into its sheath, the black hilt fitting seamlessly with the tsuba.
A crisp metallic clicking sound, strangely, echoed clearly in Chen Tian's consciousness amidst the absolute silence of the vacuum!
Like a key turning the engine of destruction.
Voom—!!!
Above the Japanese archipelago, ten precise coordinates simultaneously erupted with blinding blue-white light bursts!
Millions of lines of the purest cutting will bloomed out of nowhere!
Crack! Crackle, crackle, crackle—Boom!!!
The colossal barrier wall covering the sky, along with its intricate internal support nodes, was fragile as paper in the face of the millions of suddenly emerging blade marks!
Like ten gigantic panes of glass being simultaneously struck by an invisible hammer, they violently collapsed inward and disintegrated!
The deafening sound of shattering was not from physical sound waves, but from the horrifying, soul-tearing resonance generated at the level of the laws of nature the moment the barrier structure was destroyed!
The entire Japanese archipelago, along with the surrounding seas, violently trembled under this silent, fundamental shock!
The sky had shattered!
Countless mountain-sized, translucent barrier fragments, trailing dazzling energy wakes, plummeted toward the cities, wilderness, mountains, and oceans below, like pieces of a collapsing doomsday star!
Explosive fire flashed repeatedly beneath the shattered sky.
Chen Tian coldly looked down at the barrier that had been dismembered by his blade light, like a god scrutinizing the struggles of an ant.
He took one last look at the space, torn by blade marks like a giant scar, his eyes calm and waveless, as if he had merely tidied up a patch of dust.
His figure silently faded and vanished, merging into the vast, boundless darkness of the cosmos behind him.
Only the eternal silence of the vacuum remained, silently declaring the absolute end of a thousand-year conspiracy.
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