A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

He continued to chant the complete spell, each word was clear and powerful, as if leaving deep marks 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 gathered around him.

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

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

It was a powerful spell, like a sharp sword, instantly cutting off Sukuna's "Blood Piercing" and sucking it in.

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

"Nine Nets... Polarized Light... Crows and Declarations... The Gap between the Inside and the Outside..." Gojo Satoru continued to chant the spell, his voice became deeper and more powerful, as if there was a kind of magic flowing in it.

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

He stretched out his palm, and a tiny light spot condensed in the palm. However, it was this tiny light spot that exuded a destructive breath.

"Hypostyle - Chi." Gojo Satoru whispered the last spell.

As his voice fell, the tiny light spot instantly burst into a dazzling light.

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

The terrifying destructive power destroyed everything in its path like a sharp blade 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, when the smoke and dust in the sky gradually dissipated, the noise of the battlefield also subsided.

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

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

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

The situation on Gojo Satoru's side was not optimistic either. Half of his body was charred black, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.

He stood there, breathing heavily, and it was obvious that he had also suffered a lot of damage.

"Non-directional, indiscriminate attack, even yourself will be affected by the '茈'." Gojo Satoru's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at Sukuna indifferently, "But in the end, the damage you and I suffered was still different . It seems that after all, it is my own cursed power, and it is still more handy to control it."

He paused, and continued: "This remote-controlled '茈', although it was just an improvisation, the effect is still good. At least, let me see your limit."

Sukuna did not speak, 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 getting bigger and bigger." Kusakabe smiled, "Sukuna's treatment has obviously become slower. Without the support of Mokura, he can hardly perform even the most basic physical combat. Moreover, he is seriously injured..."

"That is to say..." Xuanhao heard this, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, "Gojo teacher is about to win?"

"Yes." Kusakabe nodded and said confidently, "Judging from the current situation, Gojo Satoru is indeed in the upper hand. As long as he can maintain this state, victory is just around the corner."

The battle on the screen is still going on, but the balance of victory seems to have begun to tilt towards Gojo Satoru.

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Friends who have not seen each other for a long time meet again on a bustling street.

There were busy pedestrians all around, the roar of cars, the noise of the crowd, and the music coming from afar intertwined into an urban symphony.

The sun shone through the gaps and sprinkled on the streets, forming mottled light and shadows.

"Hi!" Xia Yujie's voice sounded in Gojo Satoru's ears, with a bit of familiarity and intimacy.

Gojo Satoru was lying on a public seat, his eyes were a little slack, and the whole person revealed a kind of tired and helpless atmosphere.

He sighed softly, with a hint of self-mockery in his voice: "It's really unreasonable, so unlucky!"

Xia Yujie looked at Gojo Satoru's attitude and couldn't help frowning.

He walked to Gojo Satoru's side and reminded him: "It's so rude, how can you start scolding as soon as you see someone?"

Gojo Satoru ignored Xia Yujie's words. He looked up at the sky by himself, as if looking for some kind of answer. He whispered: "Please help me, I hope these are just my fantasies now."

Xia Yujie looked at Gojo Satoru, and a hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

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

Gojo Satoru paused, he turned his head and looked at Geto Suguru, with a trace of confusion and struggle in his eyes. He said, "Of course, there is also the matter of my father..."

Speaking of this, he was stunned, as if he touched some memories that he didn't want to mention. He frowned and continued, "...but I have entrusted that matter to Naoko, so let's leave it at that."

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

Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, and he looked at Sugiyama, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He responded: "It's 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 Hui's ten shadow spells, I'm afraid I can't beat him."

Sugiyama was surprised when he heard this. 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 an invincible posture of being the only one in the world, and rarely admits his 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.

Sugiyama felt even more confused when he heard this, and he looked at Gojo Satoru with a bit of confusion and inquiry in his eyes.

"I think I am the person who can resonate with the loneliness of being at the top." Gojo Satoru's voice echoed in the empty revolving lantern, with a hint of sadness, but it seemed to hide endless determination.

Beside him, there was a hazy illusion, as if it was made up of countless fragments of memories, flashing a faint but warm light.

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

At this moment, their faces were looming in the revolving lantern, as if they had traveled from a distant time and space to meet 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 flowers can understand themselves'."

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

"I have experienced countless battles and accumulated a lifetime of skills and experience. In every battle, I try my best, hoping to pass everything I have to my opponent."

Gojo Satoru said, clenching his fists, with a gleam of determination in his eyes, "The same was true of my battle with Sukuna. I had a lot of fun fighting, but my strength was not enough to make him use his full strength. So, I feel ashamed of him."

Sugihara also smiled when he heard this, with a hint of understanding and comfort in his smile: "...It's really enviable. But it's enough that you can be satisfied."

Gojo Satoru looked at Sugihara's smile, and a warm current surged in his heart. He took a deep breath and continued: "...Satisfied. If you were among the crowd patting my back and cheering me on, maybe I would really feel satisfied."

Just then, another voice interrupted: "Excuse me, are you a general in ancient times?"

Gojo Satoru was slightly stunned and looked back. I saw those former friends standing not far away, their faces were clear and vivid, as if they had never left. This place... is undoubtedly the legendary revolving lantern.

An inexplicable feeling surged in his heart. At this last moment, being able to meet them again may really be the greatest gift from God. He looked at them with a smile, his heart filled with endless gratitude and satisfaction.

"No matter how you think about it, it's not the normal thinking of modern people. It's really scary." Nanami Kento's voice echoed in the empty corridor, with a hint of teasing and helplessness. They were standing in an ancient and mysterious high school of magic at the moment, surrounded by a faint spell power, 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 through people's hearts.

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

"But maybe that's why you live longer than me?" Nanami Kento's voice was serious. He looked at Gojo Satoru's reaction, as if he was looking for something.

Gojo Satoru was slightly stunned, and then a hint of unruly 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 this ancient building with a golden coat.

"The difference in the length of life between Gojo Senior and Nanami can be considered within the allowable error range!!" At this time, Huiyuan also interrupted with a smile. His voice broke the brief silence and made the atmosphere lively again.

"I once told Senior Geto that it would be better to let Senior Gojo act alone." Huiyuan continued with a teasing smile on his face.

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

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

"Nanami!! That's a secret that everyone knows!" Huiyuan complained, with an exaggerated expression on her face.

"Guiyuan, what you said is even more infuriating." Gojo Satoru looked at the group of people in front of him in silence. 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." Huiyuan apologized with a smile, and a sly light flashed in his eyes.

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

Gojo Satoru couldn't refute it. He opened his mouth, but it turned into a sigh. He looked at the group of people in front of him, and his heart was full of complicated 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 express my sympathy."

"Thank you very much... By the way, how is your situation?" Gojo Satoru asked, with a hint of concern and curiosity in his eyes.

"Oh, it's all my fault for talking nonsense." Huiyuan scratched his head, with a regretful expression on his face. He knew that he might have gotten into trouble again, and couldn't help looking at Nanami Kento with a guilty conscience.

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 that magic 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 contributions to the world.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on him, covering him with a layer of 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 this to me affectionately. If you want to become a brand new self, then go north resolutely; if you miss your past self, then choose to go south. But 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. I am really grateful to Huiyuan."

"You are too polite." Huiyuan smiled, and that smile was like the rising sun, warm and bright. "Really..."

Gojo Satoru also smiled, and 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!!"