Chapter 121 Oh, the spicy hot pot is so delicious.

Chapter 121 Oh, the spicy hot pot is so delicious.

"Deep calculation completed, remaining energy: 74%."

"Starting to store energy, estimated 10 minutes, retroactive time: 10 years."

"Anchor point..."

"Tianyuan?"

"...Gojo, help me connect my limbs!"

Gojo Satoru reacted extremely quickly. He quickly picked up the scattered limbs on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he connected his limbs to Senjianmaku's torso. His skin healed, and although he was still unable to move, he could barely be considered a whole person.

The next moment, a light and empty voice suddenly came from the air.

"The field expands and everything returns to its origin"

The overlapping tents suddenly became pitch black, as if swallowing up all the light, and countless stars poured out from the bottom to the top, and the brightest one was slowly climbing to the highest point in the sky.

A creepy sense of crisis suddenly surged up his spine, Gojo Satoru's eyes turned cold, and he freed one hand.

"The field expands into infinite space"

Realm versus realm!

Cursed power as thick as ink overflowed from his body, and at the moment it was cast, a few stars in the sky suddenly lit up.

A few stars were scattered at the four corners of the sky, and invisible black barriers fell layer by layer.

The barrier was extremely thin, as light as a black gauze, but at the moment it landed, it suddenly slammed into the ground.

'Bang! '

The ethereal voice continued:

"Boundary Technique: Absolutely zero."

Instantly, the infinite void was forced back into Gojo Satoru's body. Gojo Satoru took a step back, his eyes looked at the sky coldly, and he made a "茈" gesture with his hands. However, this technique, which he had already mastered, lost its effect at this moment.

The unlimited passive skill was lifted, blood flowed down Gojo Satoru's cuffs, and a layer of sweat instantly appeared on the forehead of the white-haired young man. The arms that once could easily lift tons of objects were now trembling slightly because of Sengenmaku's weight. Gojo Satoru adjusted his posture and knelt on one knee on the ground.

“…I see, this is what zeroing is…”

He murmured in a low voice:

"The spell is at zero, the curse is at zero, the physical strength is at zero. If it weren't for the fact that my curse is still able to resist, I'm afraid even my body..."

"...Five..."

Qian Jianmu was already seriously injured and had no obvious sense of his physical weakness. He looked up at the sky solemnly, moving his lips:

"Star……"

Just in this brief moment, when the brightest star had almost reached its peak, around it, there was another large group of stars flickering.

"Separation and reunion," said the voice.

An irresistible force forced the two people apart, as if an invisible barrier was inserted between them.

Freed from the protection of Gojo Satoru's cursed power, Sengenmaku's mind went blank in an instant.

What is absolutely reset to zero also includes time.

When the target is two people, Tian Yuan cannot truly reset time to zero and his ability will be weakened. The previous state was more like a time state with no lower limit and close to zero within the prison gate.

However, once the two people separated, Tianyuan focused on Qianjianmu, and at this moment, Qianjianmu's time was completely reset to zero.

After recovering his suppressed strength, Gojo Satoru suddenly used his magic power against the barrier. The barrier shook but did not break.

Then, as if it was a calculated move, flashes of light appeared all over the sky at the same time, with the brightest star sitting in the center, suddenly emitting a blinding light.

However, the name of the spell that should have been read out at this moment was abruptly stopped, and the stars in the sky flickered frequently, like an old TV with snowflakes flickering, shaking and flickering. It was as if he had been in a long tug-of-war with himself and had temporarily changed the technique. The star in the center suddenly went out, and the surrounding stars formed a strange pattern due to their brightness.

The sound in the air was no longer empty, but carried a strange kind of pain.

"…Time and space return…"

As these words were spoken, Qian Jianmu's eyes suddenly lost their luster. At the same time, the stars in the sky fell one after another, like meteors with long tails, and the field began to disintegrate on its own from top to bottom.

Like bubbles, the tent surrounding the two people melted layer by layer. The wind blocked by the tent blew through their sweat-soaked bodies, and a chill arose spontaneously.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, and the body falling from the air landed accurately in his arms. His face did not look good. His six eyes repeatedly scanned the boy's torso. The white-haired boy opened his eyes, and his golden eyes stared blankly into the void.

It was as if something inside the body had been sucked out, and this place was just an empty shell like a life-size doll.

"... Xiao Qianjian!..."

Before he could say anything more, Gojo Satoru suddenly looked up.

...The accounts belonging to the college are also being split.

No... all Japanese...

The phone suddenly rang and he didn't answer it.

There was no need to pick it up, he saw it, he saw what was happening in the world.

The barrier covering the entire Japan is formed at this moment.

The whole thing collapsed.

**

"Alert of abnormal energy intrusion, emergency analysis procedure initiated."

"Activate soul protection mode."

"Notice the change in priority order. First priority: Barrier repair. Second priority: Time energy storage."

"Notification failed, no response."

"The default is to use the optimal algorithm."

No memory.

Where, who, where to go?

have no idea.

I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.

Like plants, they live quietly and die quietly.

"Hey... where did this kid come from...?"

There were very light footsteps, and a shadow fell on him. A young man with long black hair whose face could not be seen was squatting in front of him, but his voice was full of youthful concern.

"It's a newly born... no... is it a soul?"

“…”

"Can't you speak?"

“…”

"Okay..." The boy stretched out his hand, trying to pull him up: "I'm ○○, now, I'll assume that you already know me, how about that?"

...The name part was deliberately blurred.

Although I thought so, the next moment I was thinking, what does it have to do with him?

...Just a guy who doesn't care.

It's none of his business.

“…”

The pure white-haired child looked at the outstretched hand for a while, but did not take it. Instead, he slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The boy didn't get a response, nor was he angry. He rummaged through his cloth bag and pulled out a wooden tray and several stacks of pale yellow paper. He sat cross-legged on the floor, biting the pen, fiddling with some strange powder, mixing it with the liquid in the kettle, and mumbled:

"I'm sorry, this place is too far from Heian-kyō, and there's really nothing left..."

...Heian-kyo?

Ah... why do you care so much, what is Heian-kyo?

Qianjianmu turned his head and watched the movements of his hands.

Just like the black-haired boy's face and name, an inexplicable thing distorted the key movements, making it impossible to see his operations clearly. If you look at them for a little longer, you will feel dizzy. You can only see some faint spots of light gathering at his fingertips.

"You can't be in this state. It's very dangerous. It would be better if ○○ was here... Well, the timing is not right. Let's use the talisman for now!"

The young man held up a piece of talisman paper, his unclear face tilted slightly, and there was a soothing tone in his voice.

"This is a talisman I created myself. It can see cause and effect to a certain extent. It will just be a little painful... It won't hurt you, I promise."

“……” Qian Jianmu looked at him indifferently.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Not caring whether he really couldn't speak or not, the boy just pinched the talisman and stuck it on his body.

The next moment, the talisman suddenly burned. Qian Jianmu frowned, feeling a strange burning pain, as if something was tearing his soul apart. But to be honest, this level of pain doesn't bother him much.

But the black-haired boy's reaction was greater than his.

Even though you couldn't see his face clearly, you could still see the black-haired boy's stiff body. He suddenly fell into deep silence, and the atmosphere was as depressing as if it had substance.

After a long time, the boy came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and apologized softly while maintaining his dignity and politeness:

"I'm sorry, you seem to be...looking for me."

Qian Jianmu lowered his head, and several extremely thin golden threads spread out from his body and wrapped around the boy's fingertips.

The golden line flickered for a few seconds, then suddenly dissipated into spiritual power. The young man sighed and muttered a few words.

"No wonder the teacher asked me to bring more things..."

Then he turned his head and bent down slightly.

"Come with me? I'll take you back, I promise."

**

After traveling west by ox cart for about a month, you will reach Heian-kyo.

That’s what the boy said.

He was just 17 years old, which sounded relatively young, but he had been practicing outside for a whole year and it was time for him to return.

In their era, most of his peers of the same age are preparing to get married or are already married.

"However, my friend's family has been urging him to get married. He adopted a boy from his cousin. He is only 17 years old and his son is 6 years old. In a few years, his son will get married, but he may not get married... He is really not interested in this."

The two of them sat on the ox cart for this journey. The young man bit a piece of cloth and re-tied his hair with a vague smile. Although Qian Jianmu never spoke, he still chatted with him without being discouraged.

Very persistent and extremely patient.

"A few years ago, he smiled at someone, and people said he had a crush on the man's sister. Later, the man's sister got married, and not long after, people started saying that he actually had a crush on the man's mother. His family even wanted to help him set up a matchmaker, and it almost got him into trouble."

The boy's voice was familiar, friendly and teasing. Just by listening to it, you could tell that he must be a very good friend.

"He has become increasingly cold over the past few years, which is a shame for that God-given face. If you could meet him, I would let you see what he looks like when he smiles."

He probably lives in a place where all classes blend together, where he can see both the ostentatious and wealthy officials and the hard-working people at the bottom of society. Therefore, he would not only tell the exaggerated and interesting stories of adults, but also talk in detail about the lives of ordinary people, chatting about everything under the sun, and being knowledgeable and tolerant.

Only occasionally, he would suddenly fall silent, as if he was in a dazed and vast thought. Qian Jianmu waited for a long time but did not hear the next sentence. When he turned around, he found that he had fallen asleep.

He is very tired.

At night, he would run around to prepare materials while the car was parked. During the day, he would quietly carve and draw talismans. It was rare to see him resting quietly, as if something was urging him to move forward. There was often a sense of anxiety around him.

Sometimes, Qian Jianmu would also be infected by this anxiety. He had a sense of urgency that he was only here for a short time, as if he would leave in the next second.

However, soon after the trance, those feelings will disappear completely.

He just thought that he was infected by the boy's emotions.

The boy quickly turned this anxiety into motivation. After that, the boy continued to chat with him at sunrise and sunset for many days. He did not expect any response from him, as if he was talking to a dead object.

It also seems like... venting some kind of anxiety.

Why do you think so? Qian Jianmu didn't know why, but he still couldn't generate coherent thoughts, and even thinking was difficult.

They walked through mountains and lakes, changed several ox carts, and stopped and moved. Under the deliberate changes made by the young man, the direction of the two men subtly shifted. They were no longer heading directly to Heian-kyo, but took a long detour and went in a farther direction.

Then one day, the boy said, "Here we are."

In the backpack were carefully carved puppets and gold and jade purchased from local residents. There was a red stone wrapped in a rag in his pocket, and in his hand was the prey he had just hunted in the forest.

He seemed to have made a decision, with a subtle sense of determination.

He made hand gestures, determined the direction, drew the formation, arranged the prepared materials one by one, outlined the connecting lines with tree branches, and then gently waved his fingers in the air.

When the spell was completed, a ray of golden light rose up, pierced through the clouds, and suddenly reached the sky.

The next moment, the boy spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then the golden light suddenly disappeared.

All the objects placed on the ground, whether they were wood carvings, gold, jade, stone or flesh, collapsed and rotted in an instant the moment he spat out blood. The huge figure on the ground was weirdly distorted, and the originally righteous pattern suddenly became more distorted.

The boy was a little unsteady on his feet and took two unsteady steps back.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is, the world has changed, the years have passed, I know, I know everything..."

He coughed a few times and wiped his face, then realized belatedly that he had shed two lines of bloody tears. After the blood was wiped away, he repeatedly wiped his eyes with his sleeve until his vision became clear again.

However, even so, Qian Jianmu noticed that it was difficult for him to focus his eyes, because the young man couldn't even find his position for a moment.

"I should have found a way to send you back, but all previous experiments failed... If it is karma and fate, I think now is the time to succeed."

The young man smiled bitterly, his legs and feet felt weak, so he simply sat on the ground.

"You and I both have things we must accomplish. If the spirit is separated from the body for too long, it will be damaged... I never thought I would know so many things because of this..."

“……” Qian Jianmu walked over quietly without saying a word.

In fact, the vague sounds from the previous few days became particularly clear just now.

"Repairs are about to be successful, and time is being reversed to accumulate energy..."

The black-haired boy had also gotten used to his dullness. He put two fingers together and tapped Qian Jianmu's brow.

"It may be a little painful, and it may also have some impact on your memory, but everything will slowly recover, don't worry... This is a technique I created myself, and I just happened to get inspired a few days before I met you. Now that I think about it, this is probably fate."

His voice paused for a moment, and finally he smiled.

"Ah... Where will this fate go?"

Qian Jianmu did not see clearly the gesture of performing the magic. He suddenly felt an impulse and looked straight at the boy's face. He tried his best to see the boy's face clearly, but he was at a loss.

what to do? What else can he do?

He probably still has some cards he hasn't used yet.

In a state of urgency, he opened his mouth:

“——,——.”

The next moment, the magic was implemented, he suddenly stiffened, his body gradually became transparent, his thinking was suspended, some things were constantly pouring out, while others were being consumed.

The memories when I stopped thinking were erased bit by bit. The last thing erased was the familiar face of the clear black-haired boy, his narrow purple eyes, and a faint helpless smile.

"We'll see each other again."

"Repairs completed, system upgrade complete, time reversal energy storage begins."

His memory was emptied and shattered, as if he was walking in some kind of crack. After a brief moment of suffocation, the next moment, he suddenly woke up.

what happened.

Tengen attacked him and Gojo Satoru, and this attack was carried out with the ultimate goal of killing him. Tengen knew his intention.

Or, the creation of the world in this world is Tianyuan.

Because of Tian Yuan's attack, he seemed to have lost consciousness, and now...

His fingers twitched slightly, and Qian Jianmu raised his arms. His limbs had been repaired.

He was silent for a while, and in a sense of ominous depression, he slowly turned his head and looked at the sky outside the infirmary.

Is it Krishna?

no……

It was daytime, but the sky was filled with cursed energy.

Like clear water dripping with ink, the dark cursed energy spread layer by layer above the clouds. However, it was somewhat different from the overwhelming darkness after Gojo Satoru's death. The darkness before his eyes was a darkness that still had some light.

Then, the largest ball of light came towards him.

The white-haired young man walked hurriedly. It seemed that he had just visited a sick student next door. At this moment, he walked straight to Qian Jianmu's bed.

"Xiao Qianjian, Tian Yuan is out of control? ...What are you looking at?"

Qian Jianmu was still staring out the window in a daze, his head aching from the overwhelming thoughts.

Tianyuan lost control and stopped the barrier technique, but why did such a huge dark scene appear?

Yes, barrier technique.

The best way to cast a barrier is to use spiritual power, which is the most effective.

If Tianyuan's barrier technique uses spiritual energy, then did she also slow down the progress of darkening?

Tianyuan is a sorcerer. Where does her spiritual power come from and why can she use it?

She can't generate spiritual energy, and it decreases as she uses it... If her spiritual energy is weak, the cursed energy will take over... So...

Chigenmaku's pupils shrank slightly.

I see.

Therefore, Tianyuan needs star plasma.

Five hundred years ago, it was Rokuen who escorted the astral plasma.

Five hundred years later, the Six Eyes are still escorting the Star Plasma.

There is spiritual power in Liuyan's body, the astral plasma is temporarily regarded as an unknown item, and Tianyuan needs spiritual power.

Six eyes, astral body, Tianyuan.

Spiritual energy container, transmission pipeline, immortal celestial being.

They are the last line of spiritual defense carefully set up by the world to prevent the world from darkening.

Assimilation may be essentially a necessary transfer of spiritual power in destiny.

Gojo Satoru must send the astral plasma to Tengen to complete the transfer of spiritual energy in his body.

As long as Gojo Satoru personally sends the star plasma for assimilation, Tengen will be replenished with a large amount of spiritual power and will once again become part of the spiritual power representing this world and maintain the final balance.

Afterwards, Tianyuan will reach a balance with the techniques in his body again and curb the trend of the curse becoming a spiritual power.

At the same time, her immortality and Hongxing Palace will become the last glimmer of hope for the spiritual power of this world.

As long as she doesn't die, the world won't die.

One Six Eyes, one assimilation, one cycle, five hundred years.

Five hundred years later, the next Six Eyes will be born, the next assimilation will take place, and the next cycle will begin.

Fate is linked together, but in the end, it all falls short.

Not hearing Gojo Satoru's voice, Chigenmaku slowly covered his forehead.

This is a game between the two sides of the world consciousness. If the Six-Eyed Tengen is regarded as the spiritual power defense line, then how does the Curse Power side attack?

…

Geto Summer Oil, Shin Fushiguro, Nose Rope.

You go back and forth and even the chess pieces correspond to each other.

Qian Jianmu suddenly found it a little funny. He lowered his head and covered half of his face with his hands.

Gojo Satoru is the natural son of God in the world of sorcery, the eternal strongest.

Geto Suguru is a powerful talent that only appears once in a million years among Onmyoji.

The two people, one in the dark and one in the light, faced each other from a distance, but in the exchange game between each other, they switched positions.

If it weren't for Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru wouldn't have hindered the assimilation of astral plasma. He didn't care about it at all.

With Gojo Satoru's personality, as long as no one interferes with him, he will definitely follow the predetermined trajectory of his destiny.

The curse technique Gojo Satoru is maintaining spiritual power, while the Onmyoji technique Geto Suguru is maintaining cursed power.

...Such an absurd, twisted joke of fate.

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