A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

He continued to chant the complete spell, each word was clear and powerful, as if leaving deep imprints in the air.

"Phase... Dusk... Eye of Wisdom..." As he chanted, the air around him seemed to solidify, and a mysterious and powerful force slowly condensed around him.

His eyes sparkled with dazzling light, as if he could see through all the illusions and fog.

In the condensed time, he chanted the spell of 'Cang'.

It was a spell full of power, like a sharp sword, instantly cutting off Sukuna's "blood piercing" and absorbing it.

A smug smile appeared on Gojo Satoru's face, because he knew that he had taken the initiative in this battle.

“Nine Nets… Polarized Light… Crows and Declarations… The Gap between Inside and Outside…” Gojo Satoru continued chanting the spell, his voice becoming deeper and more powerful, as if there was a kind of magical power flowing through it.

His figure loomed in the darkness, as if he had merged with the entire world. When his chant came to an end, a brilliant light burst out from his eyes.

He stretched out his palm, and a tiny light condensed in the palm. However, this tiny light emanated a destructive aura.

"Hypostyle——茈." Gojo Satoru whispered the last spell.

As his words fell, the tiny spot of light suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

The light surged out like a flood and instantly enveloped everything around it.

The terrifying destructive power was like a sharp blade that destroyed everything in its path and turned it into nothingness.

In this torrent of light, Sukuna's figure was instantly swallowed up and disappeared into the endless darkness.

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However, as the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the noise of the battlefield also subsided.

In this messy ruin, a figure still stood firm - that was Sukuna.

His clothes were tattered and his body was covered with scars, but his eyes still sparkled with an unyielding light.

He succeeded, he withstood Gojo Satoru's devastating blow.

The situation was not optimistic for Gojo Satoru either. Half of his body was burnt black, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

He stood there, breathing heavily, obviously having suffered considerable damage.

"It's a non-directional, indiscriminate attack. Even you will be affected, '茈'." Gojo Satoru's voice was a little hoarse. He looked at Sukuna calmly, "But in the end, the damage you and I suffered is still different. It seems that after all, it is your own cursed power, so it is still more handy to control it."

He paused, then continued, "Although this remote-controlled '茈' move was just an improvisation, it worked pretty well. At least, it showed me your limits."

Sukuna didn't say anything, he just looked at Gojo Satoru coldly, as if waiting for the next opportunity.

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On the other side of the battlefield, Kusakabe and Xuanhao were watching this thrilling battle through the screen.

"It seems that Gojo Satoru's chances of winning are increasing." A smile appeared on Kusakabe's face. "Sukuna's treatment has obviously become slower. Without the support of Makura, he can't even perform the most basic physical combat. Moreover, he is seriously injured..."

"That is to say..." Xuan Hao's eyes flashed with excitement when he heard this, "Teacher Gojo is about to win?"

"That's right." Kusakabe nodded firmly, "Judging from the current situation, Gojo Satoru does have the upper hand. As long as he can maintain this state, victory is just around the corner."

The battle on the screen continued, but the balance of victory seemed to have begun to tilt towards Gojo Satoru.

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Friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time met again on a busy street.

Surrounded by busy pedestrians, the roar of cars, the noise of the crowd, and the music coming from afar interweave into an urban symphony.

The sunlight shines through the gaps and onto the street, creating mottled light and shadows.

"Hi!" Geto Suguru's voice sounded in Gojo Satoru's ears, with a sense of familiarity and intimacy.

Gojo Satoru lay on a public seat, his eyes a little dazed, and his whole body exuded an air of fatigue and helplessness.

He sighed softly, with a hint of self-mockery in his voice: "This is really outrageous, I am so unlucky!"

Looking at Gojo Satoru's attitude, Geto Xiayou couldn't help but frown.

He walked up to Gojo Satoru and reminded him, "How rude! How can you start scolding people as soon as you see them?"

Gojo Satoru ignored what Geto said. He just looked up at the sky, as if looking for some kind of answer. He said softly, "Please help me. I hope these are just my imagination now."

Geto Xiayou looked at Gojo Satoru, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He curled his lips and asked, "What does it matter whether it is or not?"

Gojo Satoru paused, then turned to look at Geto Suguru, his eyes filled with confusion and struggle. He said, "Of course, there is also the matter of my father..."

At this point, he froze, as if he had touched upon some memories that he did not want to mention. He frowned and continued, "…But I have already entrusted that matter to Glass, so let it be."

Xia Yujie looked at Gojo Satoru, and there was a subtle fluctuation in his eyes. He laughed and tried to change the subject: "How does the Curse King feel?"

Gojo Satoru came back to his senses. He looked at Geto Suguru with a sharp light in his eyes. He responded, "He is really strong."

There was an unquestionable firmness in his voice, "And Sukuna hasn't used his full strength yet. Even if he doesn't have Kei's ten shadow spells, I'm afraid I can't beat him." Hearing this, Xia Youjie couldn't help but feel surprised. He looked at Gojo Satoru with a bit of ridicule in his eyes: "I didn't expect to hear this from you."

In his opinion, Gojo Satoru has always been invincible and he rarely admits his own shortcomings.

However, Gojo Satoru said: "I even feel a little guilty." There was a hint of lowness and self-blame in his voice, as if he regretted some of his actions.

After hearing this, Geto Suguru felt even more confused. He looked at Gojo Satoru with a look of confusion and inquiry in his eyes.

"I consider myself to be the person who can resonate most with 'the loneliness at the top'." Gojo Satoru's voice echoed in the empty revolving lantern, with a hint of sadness, but also seemed to hide endless determination.

Around him was a hazy illusion, as if it was made up of countless fragments of memories, flickering with a faint but warm light.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes through the hazy light and shadows, and fell on those familiar faces. They were his partners who had fought side by side, and they were the eternal bond in his heart.

At this moment, their faces appeared and disappeared in the kaleidoscope, as if they had traveled through time and space from a distant place to reunite with him again.

Gojo Satoru smiled faintly and continued, "I like everyone very much and have never felt lonely. However, there should be a line that divides us as biological individuals. Just like people can cultivate flowers, make them bloom, and appreciate their beauty, but they will not have the idea of ​​'hoping that the flowers can understand themselves'."

His voice gradually became deeper, as if he was telling a secret hidden deep in his heart. The illusion around him also changed, as if it was affected by his emotions, becoming more blurred and profound.

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"I have been through countless fights and have accumulated a lifetime of skills and experience. In every fight, I give it my all, hoping to pass everything I have to my opponent."

Gojo Satoru said, clenching his fists, with a determined light in his eyes, "My fight with Sukuna was the same. I had a great time fighting, but my strength was not enough to make him use his full strength. So, I feel ashamed of him."

Xia Youjie also smiled when he heard this, and there was a hint of understanding and relief in his smile: "...It's really enviable. But it's enough that you can satisfy me."

Gojo Satoru looked at Geto's smile, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He took a deep breath and continued, "...Satisfied. If you were among the people who were patting my back and cheering me on, maybe I would really feel satisfied."

Just then, another voice interrupted, "Excuse me, are you a military commander from ancient times?"

Gojo Satoru was slightly startled, and turned around to look. He saw all his former friends standing not far away, their faces clear and vivid, as if they had never left. This place... was undoubtedly the legendary revolving lantern.

He was inexplicably moved. Being able to be with them again at this final moment was perhaps the greatest gift God had bestowed on him. He smiled at them, his heart filled with endless gratitude and satisfaction.

"No matter how you think about it, this is not the normal thinking of modern people. It's really scary." Nanami Kento's voice echoed in the empty corridor, with a hint of ridicule and helplessness. They were standing in an ancient and mysterious high school of magic, surrounded by a faint curse, as if even the air was whispering.

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly when he heard this, and glanced at Nanami Kento with some displeasure. His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see into people's hearts.

However, Nanami Kento was not affected at all and just smiled faintly.

"But maybe that's why you've lived longer than me?" There was a hint of seriousness in Nanami Kento's voice. He looked at Gojo Satoru's reaction, as if looking for something.

Gojo Satoru was slightly stunned, and then a carefree smile appeared on his lips. He did not directly answer Nanami Kento's words, but turned his head to look out the window. Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire campus, covering the ancient building with a layer of golden coat.

"The difference in lifespan between Gojo-senpai and Nanami is within the acceptable range!!" At this time, Huihara also interrupted with a smile. His voice broke the brief silence and livened up the atmosphere again.

"I once told Senior Getsuyu that it would be better to let Senior Gojo act alone." Haibara continued with a teasing smile on her face.

Nanami at the side continued: "Because you never fight to promote magic or to protect anything, you are just a pervert who does everything just to satisfy yourself!"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but it also made people think deeply.

"Nanami!! That's an unspoken secret known to everyone!" Haibara complained with an exaggerated expression on her face.

"Habara, what you said is even more infuriating." Gojo Satoru looked at the group of people in front of him speechlessly. There was a hint of helplessness and pampering in his eyes, as if he was looking at a group of naughty children.

"I'm sorry." Huibara apologized with a smile, a cunning gleam in his eyes.

"Although the facts prove that our feelings are correct." Nanami Kento added lightly, "Didn't you say it directly just now?" There was a hint of pride and provocation in his voice.

Gojo Satoru was unable to refute. He opened his mouth but ended up sighing. He looked at the group of people in front of him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"But this is indeed the most suitable ending for you." Nanami said, with a hint of sympathy and regret in his voice, "Although I can't confirm it, I sympathize with you."

"Thank you so much... By the way, how are you doing?" Gojo Satoru asked, with a hint of concern and curiosity in his eyes.

"Oh, it's all my fault for talking too much." Huiyuan scratched his head, a look of regret on his face. He knew that he might have gotten into trouble again, and couldn't help but look at Nanami Kento with a guilty look.

However, Nanami Kento just smiled indifferently, with a hint of determination and expectation in his eyes.

"Curses can sometimes save lives." He said lightly, "I hope spells can do the same." His voice was full of longing and hope for the future.

Obviously, he no longer cares about his own ending. He is more concerned about the future and development of magic, and whether he can make some contribution to the world.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, covering him with a golden halo, as if he was the hero who could lead magic into the future.

"Before, when I was confused and asked Senior Sister Mingming if there was any place worth recommending for relocation, she said to me affectionately. If you are eager to become a brand new self, then go north resolutely; if you are nostalgic for your past self, then choose to go south. And I, who was negative but full of hope, finally chose the embrace of the south and chose to gamble on the unknown but possible future. Now it seems that it was a good ending, and I am really grateful to Huiyuan."

"You're too polite." Huiyuan laughed, and that smile was like the rising sun, warm and bright.

Gojo Satoru also smiled, his smile revealed a bit of depth and mystery. He looked up into the distance, as if looking for something, and then suddenly shouted to the front: "Principal!!" (End of this chapter)