Chapter 54: Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 24
"It's just a last-ditch effort."
Geto Suguru's voice mixed with roars echoed in the space, and he raised his hand to smash a huge rock that was whistling towards him.
The debris splashed on his blood-stained clothes like blooming red plum blossoms.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly tilted violently, but he stood firm like an eagle, looking coldly at the twisted dome.
"Want to devour me? First ask this collapsing space if it agrees!"
As he was about to finish his words, he had already pressed the entire strength of his body towards the Curse Jade.
The black substance climbed up his arm crazily, colliding violently with the dim light inside the jade body, forming a strange vortex of light and dark around him.
The cursed power surged around Geto Suguru, and he stood like a demon god in the center of this space that was about to collapse.
The roar exploded from deep underground in Hongxing Palace, like the roar of an ancient beast breaking free from its shackles.
The floor of the altar was like glass being grasped by an invisible giant hand, cracking inch by inch.
The dark purple cracks crawled like poisonous snakes. Wherever they passed, the ancient spells were twisted and deformed like talismans burned by flames, and eventually turned into powder.
The oozing purple-black light was like poisonous blood flowing out from the cracks of hell, carrying a disgusting stench, and condensed into hideous ghost faces in the air.
"Open the prison gate! Now! Immediately!" Xia Yujie's knuckles turned white, and he clung to the Curse Jade tightly like a dead branch attacked by frost.
This crystal, which embodies Tianyuan's consciousness and power, is now emitting a cold blue light, like a whirlpool in the deep sea that swallows everything.
"Otherwise..." Geto Suguru suddenly stopped, a broken gasp escaping from his throat.
He slowly opened his mouth, revealing his bloody teeth. That smile was more hideous than crying.
"I'll crush it right before your eyes! Let Tianyuan, the thousand-year-old cornerstone of the curse world... fall into nothingness forever!"
The Curse Jade creaked under the weight, cracks spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye. "This thousand-year dream of yours will explode into the most dazzling fireworks display in Kyoto!"
Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the jade body, like ice patterns on the surface of a lake in winter, each one telling of impending collapse.
"Heh..." A sneer escaped from Juansuo's throat, but it was trembling with ice.
His fingertips unconsciously stroked the dark patterns on his cuffs. They were carefully designed spell marks, but now they became ironic decorations.
The debris that fell from the altar dome brushed against his shoulder, burning black holes in his robe, but he seemed unaware, his mind frantically calculating the pros and cons.
Although the prison gate is important, it is just a rook on the chessboard; but if the Tianyuan is destroyed, the entire chess game will be reduced to rubble.
This is like an ancient tree that you have cultivated with your life's work, but someone has strangled its roots.
"Do you think you can threaten me like this?" Juansuo suddenly spoke, her voice as cold as aged ice.
He watched as Geto Suguru pressed the Cursed Jade deeper into his abdomen. The cracks on the surface of the jade spread like a spider web, each one tearing at his nerves.
The corners of Geto's bloodstained mouth curled up in a twisted arc, and the bulging blue veins on his neck intertwined with black erosion lines, like a coiled venomous snake. "Then let's make a bet. You've put so much effort into planning for years, are you willing to risk everything with me and put it on the table together to choose?"
These words hit Juansuo's heart like a heavy hammer.
He recalled the countless late nights when he deduced the spells from the star map; he recalled the countless puppets he secretly manipulated to maintain the stability of Tianyuan.
At this moment, those memories are like a scroll burned by fire, twisted into ashes before my eyes.
He saw the determination in Geto Suguru's eyes, which was a madness that had long since disregarded life and death.
"...As you wish, Gojo Satoru." The voice of the silk rope was like bronze dug out from a thousand-year-old tomb, cold and rusty.
"Prison Gate, open the door."
The corrupt barrier shattered like cracked glass, and Geto Suguru's physical body staggered as he held onto the spirit that was about to dissipate.
"Are you going to return this body?" There was a smell of rust in the hoarse chuckle, and the fingertips penetrated the shadow and quickly withdrew, leaving behind a biting chill that did not belong to this body.
The outline of the spirit was crumbling, and its silver hair was falling like broken snow, while the black pool deep in the pupil was rippling, reflecting the distorted self in the other's pupil.
The flesh body suddenly grabbed the illusory wrist, and the joints made a teeth-grinding friction sound.
"You can't get away with this, Jay."
Just like I can't escape your cage
The night wind swept across the broken walls, crushing the outlines of the two figures into tangled ink marks.
The shattered soul suddenly trembled violently, turning into countless firefly-like light points, but condensed again the moment it touched the palm of his hand.
Juansuo looked at the couple who were so attached to each other and reluctant to part, and dug her nails deep into her palms.
It's so disgusting.
This should have been the trump card to control the overall situation, but now it has become a humiliating proof of compromise.
Geto Suguru tilted his head back slightly, his neck stretched, his long black hair falling on his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the other person with a half-smile.
"Well, now it's time to settle our accounts, Kamo Kentoshi."
Geto Suguru lowered his eyes and played with the cursed energy flowing between his fingers. His black hair trembled slightly in the shadows, and the ending tone was as cold as if it was wrapped in ice.
Kamo also took a half step forward with the silk rope, and the magic power in his body surged like a substance, causing the corners of his clothes to rustle. He narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of vigilance and impatience, and responded coldly.
"I've been wanting to say this since a while ago. When threatening someone, at least you should get their name first, right?"
Upon hearing this, Geto Suguru slowly stood up straight, folded his hands over his chest, tilted his head slightly, and looked curious and inquisitive.
"Oh? I'm really sorry."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his slender fingers, and countless balls of light shot towards the silk rope like raindrops. "Excuse me, what is your name?"
The corners of Geto Xiayou's mouth curled up, and he smiled as if in the spring breeze.
"My name is Juansuo, which comes from Buddhism."
Juansuo slightly turned sideways to avoid Geto Suguru's sneak attack.
His tone was as calm as ever, yet he still maintained a provocative smile, "Remembering the people you destroyed yourself, is that considered mercy on your part?"
Geto Suguru's smile grew even brighter.
"I am naturally merciful to the dead."
Juansuo stood steadily with his legs slightly apart, forming a seal with his right hand. Dozens of Shikigami phantoms appeared and disappeared behind him. Scarlet curse patterns climbed up his neck and cheeks. He sneered and raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of mockery.
"It seems that your definition of compassion is different from that of ordinary people."
Geto Suguru's black hair was flying, and the cursed energy around him was surging like black flames. He swung his arms violently, shattering the attacking Shikigami. A arrogant arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were burning with a fiery desire to fight.
"Ordinary people's compassion cannot survive in this world where the strong prey on the weak."
Juansuo quickly changed the seals with his hands, and the pressure from the domain spread all around. His face was gloomy, and his eyes shot towards Geto Suguru like a poisoned blade, gritting his teeth.
"It sounds nice, but it's just an excuse for your bloodlust."
Geto Suguru stepped back half a step on his toes, his hair flying due to the fluctuation of the cursed power. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered, and the power of the cursed spirit surged in his palm.
"Whatever the excuse or the truth, the result is the same—you are destined to become my dead soul today.
The five fingers of the man suddenly clenched the silk rope, and the curse patterns on his body appeared like poisonous snakes. The outline of the eerie domain slowly unfolded behind him, and his eyes were full of mockery.
"You're so arrogant! I want to see how much you weigh."
Under the pressure of the domain, she bent her knees slightly but held her body upright, bit her fingertips and quickly formed seals. The slit-mouthed woman appeared along with a blood mist, and the incomplete domain was hastily unfolded.
"Then let's try it."
The silk rope field was completely formed, and countless pale arms stretched out from the void. He looked down at the other party from above, with a sneer on his face.
"If you have anything else to offer, feel free to use it. Otherwise, when Gojo Satoru arrives, you'll just be crying and hugging your piece of flesh."
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