Two and a half hours later.
Within a 500-meter radius around Mirai's unconscious location, a restricted zone had been established. No one was allowed to step inside.
A tall, powerful figure stood guard, muscles rippling and a sword for warding off evil strapped to his right arm. A magical wheel floated behind his head, silently protecting him.
He was none other than—The Eighth Sword General of the Otherworld, Mokuro!
Nearby, the residents of the Zen monastery, busy repairing houses and rebuilding their homes, felt a mix of reverence, fear, devotion, and fanaticism.
They were proud of this, occasionally bowing their heads towards the direction where Mirai and Mokuro were, as if that direction was the guiding beacon in their hearts.
"Ugh… The kid's been unconscious for over two hours now. If he doesn't wake up soon, my legs will be a wreck~"
"Ha! You're so old now, and you still need a reverse healing spell for a small injury? You really have no guts... Tsk~"
"Youth sure is full of energy, huh, haha!"
The two arguing individuals were none other than Zenin Naoya and Zenin Shin'er, both of whom had been unceremoniously discarded by Mokuro like trash not long ago.
At this point, neither had a single uninjured spot on their bodies, all wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. One leaned on a cane, while the other let their arms hang limply, each one mocking the other, neither willing to give way.
...
Pain! It hurt so much!
It was like having your very soul kneaded into dough, constantly twisted and kneaded with excruciating pain!
This pain was a hundred, a thousand, a million times stronger than mild sadness!
Mirai's eyelids twitched as if haunted by a ghost, spasming violently!
Sweat, no larger than a bean, trickled down his forehead freely as if defying the laws of gravity!
Suddenly…
Mirai opened his blurry, confused eyes.
The pure black, opaque contact lenses couldn't hide the dazzling brilliance in his six eyes!
Under the astonished gazes of the Zen monastery residents, his body slowly floated off the ground, unsupported, levitating in the void.
At that same moment, Jadoro had fully revived and quietly stepped out of the shadows.
Her massive, flawless form stood beside Mokuro's powerful figure, both guarding Mirai like protectors, as if divine guardians.
A cryptic saying seemed to have been etched into Mirai's very blood and genes since birth.
Unknowingly, the young man became defiant, one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the earth.
Slowly and solemnly, he began chanting the information from deep within his heart.
"Yata Mirror…"
"Kitsune…"
"Jadoro…"
"Eight Swords, Otherworld General, Mokuro!"
"Yata Mirror, Nine-Tailed Fox, Jadoro!"
"Void Treasure, boundless universe!"
"Chaos Yin and Yang, Supreme Taichi!"
"Two Forms Shadow Art—Success!!!"
He opened his eyes wide. Mirai's consciousness returned, and with a sudden roar, he called out!
Almost endless cursed energy surged wildly from the entire cursed world, rushing toward Mirai!
A part of it was used to strengthen Mokuro, a small portion automatically transformed into positive energy for future healing of minor injuries, and most of it gathered atop Jadoro's crown of horns!
The old horn fell off, and a new horn grew.
Jadoro's original crown of horns floated in the air, merging with the vast, nearly solidified cursed energy.
Step by step, a magnificent, shining golden mirror was carved and shaped.
It floated automatically above Jadoro's new crown of horns.
The Yata Mirror—absolute defense, capable of absorbing and rebounding any attack!
It was similar to Mokuro's exorcism sword; when not in use, it would automatically hide and only be summoned when needed.
Everything had ended.
Jadoro's form was as complete as Mahuragir's.
At the same time, the ultimate form of Mirai's "Ten Shadows Art"—the "Two Forms Shadow Art"—was also completed!
Yin and Yang Shadow Art.
The true form of the Zenin family's ancestral secret art, the Ten Shadows Technique.
When the nine corpses merged into Jadoro, the Mokuro taming ritual would be completed after 180 seconds.
Mokuro adapted to everything infinitely, while Jadoro perfectly reproduced everything. The cultivator merged Yin and Yang, opened chaos, achieving the ultimate goal of "Only I stand supreme, the world's greatest."
It had even overcome the flaw of shikigami being difficult to summon again after death.
As long as Jadoro and Mokuro weren't completely destroyed at the same time, they would continue to propagate, never going extinct!
Incredible! So powerful!
Mirai now realized that the limit of the "Ten Shadows Art" was far beyond what was shown in the animations. Even powerful beings like Sukuna hadn't managed to fully unleash its potential.
But the true power of the "Two Forms Shadow Art" still shocked Mirai!
Not only had it overcome the issue of shikigami disappearing completely after death, but it could also maintain the shikigami's formidable power while fully utilizing Mokuro's adaptability!
Being able to temporarily kill someone didn't mean you could kill them forever!
Just because you can't win now doesn't mean you'll never win!
Jadoro and Mokuro were like the strongest spear and shield.
No need to say more—just one word: invincible!!!
What's the deal with people criticizing their own son, Sukuna? What nonsense is that?
Who's the strongest 2.5-level Wukong of modern times?
What is this ancient coin, called the Lasso Goddess, really about?
Everyone, kneel down!
Now, he, the Zenin family, and Mirai were the strongest superhumans with script-commanding abilities. Mirai could do whatever he wanted!
Woo-hoo~ Ready to soar!
In the midst of his restless thoughts, his small head comfortably leaned against the side. Later, when held by Princess Ling Zhi, floating in mid-air, he didn't want to land at all.
No needles poking~ floating in the air, no needles poking~
Ah~ the wind is so strong today~
Just then, a dry, unpleasant whistling sound came from below.
It ruined the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere Mirai had.
"Mirai~ Stop acting cool already!"
"Meihiko wants you to come down and eat. And, by the way, help me heal my legs!"
Whoosh—
Mirai slowly descended in response.
Jadoro and Mokuro silently stood at his sides.
"Gulps…"
Zenin Naoya, ignoring the pressure from the two shikigami behind Mirai, awkwardly walked over and said, "Mirai~ These two shikigami—"
"I'm not happy, I don't want to talk!"
"Fine, then look at my legs…"
He raised his eyes to see Zenin Naoya's legs, now aged and slack, and Zenin Shin'er's severed arms hanging limply on the ground.
Mirai didn't say anything, just raised an eyebrow, signaling that this matter was best left for Jadoro to handle.
Jadoro's massive body slowly moved forward.
With a gentle palm, she gathered a soft forest green energy in her hand.
She then struck with a massive punch, knocking Zenin Naoya away!
Afterwards, she proceeded to heal Zenin Shin'er's arm.
Mirai hummed a battle song as he left the ruins, happily going to find his sweet, soft caretaker.
"La la la~ La la la~"
"I'm a little battle expert~"
"I work hard every day to make big bean paste~"
"Some are crying, some are laughing."
Today's bean paste was really handsome~"
As Mirai passed the edge of the ruins, suddenly, a weak, almost inaudible cry for help reached his ears.
"Help… help…"
"Alright?"
Mirai, a bit doubtful, summoned Mokuro.
He dragged a barely distinguishable figure from the ruins.
Was it a Zen monk's fan?
Still alive?
What a lucky fellow!
A flash of the image of a pair of ill-fated sisters from the original novel passed through his mind.
Mirai stroked his chin and thought, "Forget it. For the sake of Mai and Maki, I'll spare you for now."
The weak can't even choose their own death.
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Current public information:
["Ten Shadows Art: Mokuro" can only adapt to one ability at a time, like an old-fashioned phone that can only run one app at a time.]
["Two Forms Shadow Art: Mokuro" can adapt to multiple abilities simultaneously, like a smartphone that can run multiple threads at once.]