We all time-traveled at the same time, but why isn't anyone human?

Chapter 19 Want to get stronger? Go find it, I've left everything there!

Before the fight began, even Gojo Satoru himself hadn't expected that he would use such a powerful move as the "Phantom Style: Zi".

From any perspective, the guy called "Holy Spirit" didn't seem like he could pose a threat.

It possesses magical power but lacks the means to achieve it; all its skills are of the "support" type, making it utterly unable to break through the "unlimited" defense.

But I don't know why.

Upon seeing the man bathed in light, uttering the words "Above and below heaven, I alone am supreme," Gojo Satoru's long-dormant fighting spirit was suddenly ignited.

In an instant, even just for a moment, Gojo Satoru believed Lu Ping's words and believed that he might really become a god.

In that case, as an enemy of God, he would have no choice but to go all out.

And so, the result was—

"Oops, oops, I accidentally went too far."

Gojo Satoru scratched the back of his head, looking at the Holy Spirit Church building in front of him, which was missing a large corner and all matter above the tenth floor had been completely annihilated. He gave a helpless but casual smile, shrugged, and muttered to himself.

That being said.

But Gojo Satoru's true feeling was one of relief.

The fact that the Holy Spirit could be killed proves that the Holy Spirit is not God.

Since they are not gods.

The world he wanted to create would ultimately never come to pass.

Only your own beliefs are correct.

The right approach is to trust future generations and pass on the torch from generation to generation.

Thinking this, Gojo Satoru's fluctuating emotions gradually calmed down. He put his hands in his pockets and prepared to turn and leave.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, the result was ultimately good.

They eliminated the "Holy Spirit" with his terrifying ideas, released the innocent Holy Spirit apostles, and used the Holy Spirit Cult to give a warning to those high-ranking members who went too far—a triple win.

As for how to deal with the escaped remnants of the Holy Spirit Cult, let Qi Hai and the others worry about it. Anyway, he has no intention of hunting down these guys who haven't committed any major crimes.

"Do you think you won?"

however.

Just as Gojo Satoru was about to use "Azure" to compress space and teleport back to the High School of Spellcasting, he formed a hand seal.

A voice as loud as a great bell suddenly rang in Gojo Satoru's ears, instantly putting him on full alert. He activated [Six Eyes] at full power and scanned his surroundings.

No matter how he tried to sense it, he couldn't detect a single fluctuation of magical power. The voice seemed not to be coming from the material world, but rather echoing in his heart directly with the power of his "soul".

"You're already dead, but you're unwilling to reincarnate in the realm of souls, choosing instead to remain in this world?"

Gojo Satoru spoke to the voice in his mind, his brows furrowing slightly, completely baffled as to what Lu Ping was trying to do.

He was also aware that cursed spirits could not die completely.

After being removed, the cursed spirit will return to a place called the "Soul Realm". However, some extremely powerful and special souls can remain in the mortal world for a period of time and will not actually die.

But this stay is meaningless to them.

Not only do they suffer immense pain every minute and every second, but they are also unable to do anything.

Like the void of air, it cannot be touched, eaten, or fought. Even consciousness gradually fades, eventually becoming nothingness that cannot even be reincarnated.

This Holy Spirit, taking such a huge risk, just to say a few words to him at the end?

"I've said it before, I'm immortal."

"This battle is merely the prologue to ushering in a new era."

"Feel honored, Gojo Satoru. I have chosen you to open this prologue, and what you are about to witness is a golden age unlike anything ever seen in the world of jutsu!"

Lu Ping's voice grew louder and louder until it finally broke free from Gojo Satoru's soul, spreading to a radius of ten, twenty kilometers, or even further, echoing in everyone's mind at the cost of burning their souls.

"Gentlemen!"

On campus, students watching the battle with telescopes were startled by the sudden voice in their minds and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Do you feel that there are always some unseen "dangers" in life?

"My family and friends are always getting hurt for no reason, falling into crisis, or suddenly disappearing without a trace."

In an office building, several white-collar workers in work clothes nodded subconsciously.

Ordinary people who are cursed back to the world, especially those living in Tokyo, suffer greatly.

Because of the barrier set up by Tengen, all the cursed spirits in the world were trapped and killed within Japan, and the number of cursed spirits in Tokyo was frighteningly large.

Gojo Satoru only sleeps four hours a day and spends all day trying to eradicate the cursed spirits, but he can't eradicate them all. The cursed spirits keep emerging like weeds.

Society tells you that this was an "accident".

"The higher-ups told you that this was an 'accident'."

"But is that really the truth?!"

Under the dim streetlights, a man who was dead drunk and passed out by the roadside trembled upon hearing these words, clenched his fists, and stood up.

Three years ago, his daughter was suddenly pronounced dead at school. When he arrived at the scene, he was told that the body had already been cremated, and he did not even get to see his daughter one last time.

The official explanation was that it was an accident caused by improper experimental procedures, and he was compensated with a large sum of money. But the man didn't want the money; he only wanted the truth.

He didn't believe it was an accident.

The body was cremated at lightning speed, the incident was quelled at lightning speed, and even the usually greedy principal unusually took out so much compensation to shut him up. There must be something deeper hidden behind this.

But he was just an ordinary person, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even get close to a hair in the world of sorcery.

So he could only get drunk in the streets, painfully embracing his longing and memories of his daughter, unable even to seek revenge, and thus spent his life in such a pathetic state...

幺？

"This world is not what you think it is!"

"The 'Cursed Spirits,' monsters invisible to ordinary people, have spread to every corner of the world. They harm humans, devour souls, and are the aggregate of all evil thoughts."

"The existence of 'sorcerers,' which are incomprehensible to ordinary people, is passed down through families. Do they protect humanity? Perhaps, but more importantly, they ensure the continuity of their own power."

"Bound by blood ties, they have inherited this power from generation to generation, monopolizing it in ways that ordinary people cannot attain."

This sentence has been spoken.

Even Gojo Satoru, who was usually indifferent to everything, couldn't help but shrink his pupils and turn extremely pale.

"Shut up!"

In an instant, he conjured a spell power in his hand that was far more terrifying than before, intending to completely crush Lu Ping's remnant soul and prevent him from continuing to spread his heresies.

If this incident gets out, the impact will be far more serious than that of the Holy Spirit Church itself!

However, Lu Ping had already decided to die. He split his soul into thousands of tiny points of light, using his last bit of strength to scatter them to various parts of Tokyo.

"Can you endure living like livestock, being kept in the dark, deceived, and domesticated?"

"Can you bear the fact that you have no power to change the tragedy you suffered, and are even unable to make contact?"

"Do you want to become stronger?"

Lu Ping's voice resonated in the hearts of countless people.

One ordinary person after another looked up at almost the same time—workers, farmers, white-collar workers, lawyers, students, men and women, young and old, from all walks of life…

Their eyes revealed a myriad of emotions: anger, resentment, greed, ambition, hope, amusement, and so on...

A thousand people will have a thousand reasons to want power.

But so what?

"Go find it!"

"I planted the seeds of power, everything, in a corner of this city."

"Become stronger, evolve!"

"Then, be angry, seek revenge, seek redemption, make amends, fulfill your wishes, realize your ambitions..."

"Use this power however you like, anyway—"

Lu Ping's last words, carrying a lingering, frenzied resonance, echoed deep within the souls of everyone around him.

Let's usher in a new era for this world!!!