Jujutsu Kaisen: Unlock The Eight Secret Arts at the Start

Chapter 229

In the monk’s voice, there seemed to be countless self in time and space repeating his words.

Although the sound was not loud, it had an inexplicable power that was indescribable.

The pair of blue eyes seemed to be able to see through the end of time and space.

The black coffin stood quietly in place, like an immutable seal.

In the past, modern, and future. It exists deeply in any node of time.

The change of time is the most mysterious thing in this world.

Any slight changes may lead to earth-shaking changes in the future.

Just like a butterfly on the other side of the ocean gently waving its wings, a storm will be born on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

In the eyes of the monk, there are endless future and past.

But no matter what happens in that world, no matter how unbearable the past is.

The black coffin still stood forever.

In other words.

Even if it divides countless time and space, travels through thousands of years.

The elder brother whom he respected so much still couldn’t escape the destiny that fell asleep.

“Almost, brother, this era is not bad, with a carrier that can carry your existence.”

“Among the new humans, there is an interesting guy. He not only drew a knife for two days, but more importantly…”

The monk’s voice paused slightly, his eyes condensed, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Like a sly fox,

“More importantly, he, like you, is someone I can’t see in the long river of time.”

“You will be very interested in him, you will definitely~”

His voice became deeper and deeper, and there was a bit of deep nostalgia hidden in his tone.

In this mist that was a little more hazy than darkness.

The monk sat cross-legged next to the coffin, with bursts of fluorescence surging, and the years continued to swim, like a bodhisattva descending from the western sky to the world.

Exudes a peaceful atmosphere.

And beside him, on the coffin, there seemed to be an evil ghost transformed into a black mist, snarling, roaring, glaring at everything.

His look.

Don’t speak, don’t speak, don’t see, don’t spread in words, don’t flow in history books.

That is the deepest fear of mankind.

It’s also the only one in the world【Curse】

……………

Boom! ! !

Boom! ! Boom! !

Boom! ! ! Boom! ! Boom! ! !

The strong and powerful heartbeat echoed in a room like a drum.

From the outside, it looks like a huge church.

A silver cross hung high on the roof of the church, and clusters of golden flowers spread all over the ground.

The pure white foam was floating in mid-air.

Everything looks so beautiful.

And right in the center of this beautiful place.

A huge embryo with a height of more than ten meters is floating quietly.

On the cursed fetus, there are countless black runes, like chains that are constantly imprisoned around the cursed fetus.

That power is curious and gloomy. Although it seems to be somewhat the same as the mantra power, if you look closely, you will find that it is a completely new power that is completely different from the mantra power.

Boom! !

Boom! ! !

A deafening heartbeat came from the cursed baby.

If Ryuichi were here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance. This cursed fetus was the one that was conceived in the depths of the island at that time.

It was also the one that disappeared out of thin air later.

The cursed fetus is an embryo-like protection method that will only be born before the special grade is conceived.

And this cursed baby is different from any cursed baby previously recognized in the eyes of Jujutsu master.

Because.

His derivation time is simply too long.

He was born on the island of Curse and bred in the Curse of countless Jujutsu masters and immortals. Although the number of each batch is small, the pure Curse of Jujutsu masters far surpasses normal humans, and the endless life of immortals. Embrace of pain.

Their power is superimposed together, which is far more powerful than a single Curse.

But even under such tyrannical Curse accumulation.

It is indeed still not conceived from the cursed fetus.

The faster the curse fetus evolves, the stronger the curse fetus is. This is one of the common sense in Jujutsu circles.

However, this cursed fetus was conceived for thousands of years. Although it was for incubation, the curse power emitted from time to time would make people extremely jealous.

“Hehe~ This kind of rare thing, except for the group of Cursed Spirits, no matter what, it really can’t be made out~”

A voice slowly sounded above the huge cursed tire.

The speaker was a man wearing a black priest’s costume, and his eyes seemed to have two chaotic vortices.

While turning slowly, with a certain breathtaking power.

His appearance is generally the kind of public face that can’t be recognized by the crowd.

But it has a mysterious charm.

Anyone who sees him will involuntarily put a trace of trust in him.

He was sitting on top of the cursed baby, this huge monster feared by humans, under his ass, quietly like a pet.

Even the heartbeat that made people feel deafening slowed down a bit.

“Little guy, don’t worry, the outside world is not as beautiful as you think~”

He stroked the disgusting skin of the cursed fetus.

Speak softly, as if comforting his own child.

Boom~

咚咚~

Two consecutive heartbeats seemed to curse the baby in response to what the priest said.

“You have been waiting for a thousand years. What does it matter if you are waiting for a while.”

“The guy who gave birth to you has died under his ambition.”

“In the eyes of humans, you are a monster that devours everything, and in the eyes of your kind, you will also be an outlier.”

Under his voice, the embryo, which was still a little vibrating, seemed to be asleep, silently.

Quiet like a stone sculpture.

A slight smile appeared on the priest’s face.

I just wanted to open my mouth and continue to say something.

Sudden.

Crunch! !

The door that was tightly closed was pushed abruptly open.

What came in was a man with a respectful face wearing religious costumes.

He looked at the priest aloft.

One hand clasped his chest, and then he knelt down.

There was a frantic expression on his face, as if he had seen his own king.

“Master leader~”

“A dozen believers have come outside now, wanting your favor.”

“Get out of that decayed body and become an immortal spirit.”

The believer’s voice seemed to be suppressing a certain kind of fanatical belief. It was a kind of madness that only appeared on fanatics, a kind of madness that could climb up everything for the sake of faith! .