Immediately after, an even more unbelievable scene occurred.
Sitting cross-legged, Satoru Gojo's body began to emit a blinding white light.
Within the light, two phantoms identical to him slowly separated from his body.
One phantom possessed an indestructible texture like a diamond. It represented the pure physical body, known as Essence.
The other phantom was entirely composed of vast, boundless cursed energy as deep as a sea of stars. It represented massive power, known as Energy.
The figure remaining in place was the most unique. It was ethereal and empty, as if it could merge into the void at any moment, yet it exuded a supreme comprehension capable of touching the origin of the world. It represented the soul and cursed technique, known as Spirit.
The moment the three phantoms separated, the rules of the world descended with three entirely different Heavenly Restrictions.
The first restriction fell upon the phantom representing Essence. That phantom contained not a single trace of cursed energy. In exchange, a pure, ultimate physical strength that surpassed even Toji Fushiguro surged madly from the depths of every cell.
Heavenly Restriction (Body)!
[Tyrant of Heavenly Restriction] physique perfected!
The second restriction fell upon the phantom representing Energy. From then on, it would no longer possess a physical body. In exchange, its cursed energy reserves began to skyrocket exponentially, becoming a true, endless ocean of energy.
Heavenly Restriction (Cursed Energy)!
[Heavenly Cursed Energy] physique perfected!
The third restriction fell upon the phantom representing Spirit. Its soul would no longer belong to a physical body. In exchange, its soul's essence and comprehension were elevated to a level capable of directly conversing with the origin of the world.
Heavenly Restriction (Soul)!
[Heavenly Soul] physique perfected!
The three phantoms, each having reached the absolute limit of their respective domains, hovered in the air for a moment.
The next second.
They transformed into three streaks of light. Pulled by an unseen force, they merged back together with unstoppable momentum, returning to Satoru Gojo's original body.
A miracle occurred at this very moment.
The three ultimate physiques perfectly fused together under this power.
Boom!
A terrifying aura, far surpassing anything before, erupted into the sky from Satoru Gojo's body.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Within those azure eyes, it was as if billions of stars were being born, dying, and reincarnating.
The entire world had become completely different in his eyes.
The vibration of every atom in the air, the trajectory of every particle in the light—everything was presented with absolute clarity in his perception.
He could feel that his cursed energy reserves had increased by at least tenfold.
He could feel that his physical strength was now greater than the Toji Fushiguro that Ian had just transformed into.
And his proudest assets, the Six Eyes and the Limitless Cursed Technique, had evolved into an entirely new realm he could never have touched before.
At the exact moment Satoru Gojo mastered the technique and emerged from his cocoon, the balance of the entire world was once again pried open by this power that shouldn't exist.
All across Japan.
The ancient curse users who had been sealed for hundreds, even thousands of years—the overlapping, indestructible seals on their remains suffered irreparable fractures under the massive shockwave of this shattered balance.
At the same time.
Because the balance was forcibly broken, the deeper negative emotions accumulated by human society seemed to find an outlet.
They began to gather and merge into several brand-new Special Grade Cursed Spirits, entities capable of rivaling—or even surpassing—Jogo and Mahito.
Satoru Gojo's expression shifted slightly.
Relying on his evolved Six Eyes, which could now perceive cause and effect, he could faintly see it.
In distant parts of the world, several terrifying auras capable of shaking the very foundation of the jujutsu society were rapidly taking shape.
...
Africa, the dead center of the Sahara Desert.
This was a forbidden zone for life, where not even the most drought-resistant scorpions could survive. The air was distorted by the scorching midday sun, and the boiling sand radiated a terrifying heat capable of melting steel.
A core of pure golden cursed energy was born here without warning.
It was like a miniature sun, radiating a searing, destructive light.
The sand within a radius of several kilometers was instantly melted by this power, turning into a bubbling expanse of glazed crystal.
This was a Special Grade Cursed Spirit born from humanity's collective fear throughout history—fear of the scorching sun, drought, withered crops, and spreading famine.
[Drought God].
From its perspective, the entire world was filled with excess, disgusting moisture.
All life should be completely evaporated beneath its brilliance, reduced to eternal scorched earth.
...
Somewhere in Japan, deep within the reactor of a long-abandoned nuclear power plant sealed by layers of concrete and lead plates.
A mass of black-green cursed energy, like an unstable radiation source that had gained a life of its own, continuously sputtered chaotic and lethal energy outward.
It had no fixed form.
Sometimes it was a writhing mass of flesh, and other times it was a skull flashing with an eerie green light.
It represented humanity's deepest fears after entering modern civilization—fear of nuclear war, radiation pollution, genetic mutation, and the apocalyptic disasters that unknown technologies might bring.
Special Grade Cursed Spirit—[Little Boy].
Its very existence was a form of pollution.
It instinctively underwent endless fission.
...
Somewhere in Cuba.
*Click, clack.*
Countless rusted parts of modern firearms buried beneath the yellow sand began to tremble violently.
As if answering some invisible summons, they burst from the earth.
Rifle barrels, machine gun ammo belts, tank treads, fighter jet turbine engines...
These steel components, symbolizing slaughter and death, spliced and reassembled in midair in an extremely bizarre manner, forming a massive humanoid creature.
Special Grade Cursed Spirit—[Gun Devil].
It craved the roar of artillery fire.
It anticipated the shriek of bullets leaving the chamber.
It reveled in the despairing symphony of human wails amidst a storm of steel.
...
And in a densely populated international metropolis, beneath the facade of neon lights, extravagance, and clamor.
Humanity's jealousy, hatred, deceit, and betrayal toward itself...
This endless, inexhaustible malice gave birth to yet another new Special Grade Cursed Spirit, similar to Mahito.
But unlike that arrogant Mahito, who viewed toying with souls as an art.
This newly born cursed spirit named [Inner Demon] innately understood the human heart.
It was well-versed in all the conspiracies, schemes, and unspoken rules of human society.
It looked just like an ordinary white-collar worker blending into the crowd.
But the all-seeing coldness deep within his eyes was far more dangerous and terrifying than any other cursed spirit.