Sky Curtain: An Initial Overview of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World

The light curtain did not cease its brilliance after the tragic end of the previous scene; the dazzling light coalesced once more, and a new scroll slowly unfolded before the awe-inspiring gazes of all the realms. At the focal point, an eerie allure and a sense of danger swept over everything.

[Black Bamboo is a high-level warrior of the Nine Realms Gate. She has a voluptuous figure, is skilled at opening her breasts, and can expose everything at once. She can also stick out her tongue shyly, and even at over a hundred years old, she can instantly regain her youthful pinkness.]

Accompanied by the monotone, mechanical voice of the narrator, a woman dressed in tight black clothes appears on screen. As the camera zooms in, the close-up reveals her breathtaking curves, followed by her unique spellcasting gesture—as if lifting a "lid" from some kind of seal. Amidst the shifting light and shadow, her seemingly aged body instantly radiates youthful vitality, even making a strikingly contrasting tongue-out expression towards the camera.

One Piece world.

On the deck of the Sunny, Sanji Blackfoot, who was holding a tray, was suddenly struck as if by lightning. He turned into a whirlwind and was swept directly below the light screen. His eyes turned into hearts, and the two streams of hot air coming out of his nostrils almost formed steam clouds in the air.

"Oh my god! Is this the legendary 'Heavenly Child Granny' level of elegance? The waves... this is the romance of the sea!" Sanji nearly dropped his plate, twisting his body into a pretzel. "Although that 'opening the lid' thing sounds a bit strange, that shy moment of sticking out her tongue not only possesses the depth of a mature woman but also the purity of a young girl! Besides Nami and Robin, she's a rare gem of the sea! So what if she's a hundred years old? Love has no age limit!"

Zoro, who was wiping his Wado Ichimonji, glanced disdainfully at Curly Eyebrows, who had already started spinning in circles: "Idiot cook, didn't you hear the explanation? That's a hundred-year-old hag, and an enemy. But this ability to change the age of a body... if we don't sever her physical body, it'll be difficult to defeat her completely."

The world of Dragon Ball.

On the beach at Master Roshi's House, Master Roshi, who was lying on a deck chair, suddenly pushed up his sunglasses, instantly throwing the frivolous magazine he had been holding to the winds. The old man jumped up, pressed his face against the screen, and examined it closely, even pulling out a pair of binoculars from somewhere.

"This Nine Realms Gate... what a wonderful place." Master Roshi's two white mustaches trembled uncontrollably, and blood unfortunately streamed down his nose. "Compared to those muscle-bound bastards who only know how to destroy planets, this is the 'beauty' that martial artists should pursue! Being able to freely control one's youthful body, is this the highest level of ki? I wonder if she would be willing to come to our Turtle School as a visiting professor, cough cough, I can teach her the God Turtle Shockwave for free..."

Krillin, who was still cleaning inside, poked his head out and shook his head helplessly: "Master Takeshi, isn't your focus a bit off? That aura... I can feel a sinister energy even through the screen."

Although outwardly a seeker of the Dharma from the foremost sect, his heart yearns for the Nirvana robes, and he has fallen into the trap of Manyoku.

Although Hei Zhu is in the ranks of the light faction in the picture, his eyes are constantly wandering among the colors of depravity and chaos, which is a deep calculation of being in Cao's camp but having his heart in Han.

Chainsaw Man World.

In the cramped apartment, Hayakawa Aki was brewing coffee, while Denji, the Chainsaw Kid, lay on the floor, playing with Pochita while staring blankly at the light screen. Hearing the somewhat baffling description of "yearning for Nirvana clothing," he scratched his messy blond hair.

"Nirvana Clothing? Is that some kind of designer brand? Is it more expensive than that 100 million yen debt?" Denji was completely indifferent to the good versus evil stance, but he was quite interested in women's thoughts. "But this older sister looks hot, but she seems a bit like that Dominating Demon... that look in her eyes, like she's ready to sell out the people around her at any moment. But then again, if she could show me that 'opening lid' thing, I'd support her a little bit."

At this moment, Machima, sitting beside the television, maintained her perfect smile, her hands crossed under her chin, a hint of amusement in her golden, round pupils: "A double agent, huh? To tame a dog like that, the leash has to be tight enough. But this kind of obsession, 'single-minded devotion,' if used properly, can be a very sharp weapon."

[Black Bamboo's innate divine power is called Heavenly Pearl Mantra, which can influence reality with language. It is of the same type as yours, Xiang Yu. The words imbued with magical power will inflict a negative effect on the opponent that is difficult to remove. The voice is transmitted directly to the brain, and it takes nearly 10 times the magical power to break free from the restraint. This is very disadvantageous for the opponent in a war of attrition. However, if the divine power is within the observation range, the effect will be reduced.]

Spells return to the world.

At the Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Specialized School of Jujutsu, several people training on the playground stopped what they were doing. Inu-chan Thorn pulled down the collar covering his mouth, his purple eyes filled with shock.

"Salmon..." (This ability...)

Yuuta Otsuki frowned, his hand on the hilt of his sword: "Is that a more domineering manifestation of rules than 'incantations'? Inu-maki-senpai had to endure a massive physical backlash to speak, but this guy called Kurotake seems to only need to consume 'magic power.' And the fact that 'his voice is directly transmitted to his brain' makes it an incredibly difficult assassination method to defend against. It takes ten times the magic power to break free? What about incantations of Gojo-sensei's level…?"

Gojo Satoru appeared behind the two of them unnoticed, carrying a Kikufuku bag and sporting his usual frivolous, eye-patch-wearing smile. However, his tone surprisingly held a hint of analysis: "Oh my, this is truly remarkable. A wedge that transforms language into 'reality,' but the setting that 'the effect is discounted when within the observation range' is quite interesting. In other words, it's a technique based on 'cognitive bias.' Just by looking at her while she speaks, that sense of mystery is weakened? This is practically telling us that when fighting, you must always keep your eyes on a beautiful woman!"

[Hei Zhu first appeared in 1911, his immediate display of strength leaving a deep impression. As Xiang Ying's junior sister, and under the orders of Xiang Yuyinfeng, the then leader of the Nine Realms Sect, Tomb Daoke, she was tasked with excavating the tomb of Pan Nanjun, who had been sleeping for a thousand years, on the shores of Dongting Lake. Because the tomb's area fell within the territory of the Wenxian Society, a quarrel ensued. Hei Zhu used her innate divine power, the Heavenly Pearl Mantra, to render the Wenxian Society disciples who came to obstruct her speechless.]

The light screen rewound to a scene from a hundred years ago, where Hei Zhu was even more aloof and beautiful. Facing a group of menacing disciples of the Immortal Inquiry Society, she merely parted her lips and uttered a few syllables. The originally shrewd and capable cultivators opposite her instantly lost their focus, drooling and grinning foolishly, like puppets stripped of their intelligence.

The world under one person.

Inside a pavilion on Longhu Mountain, Zhuge Qing squinted, his teacup hovering in mid-air. Even the usually refined Zhuge Qing couldn't help but gasp. "This is a bit unreasonable. There's no sign of any Qi flow, just pure rule-based dominance. If the Qimen formation hasn't even been set up before someone says 'you're an idiot,' what's the point of even trying? Old Wang, what do you think?"

Wang Ye, the Taoist priest, slumped on the stone bench, yawning, but his eyes were unusually clear: "Troublesome. This isn't the work of a sorcerer; it's practically a scaled-down version of 'words becoming law.' However, the karmic consequences of her methods are too heavy. Turning people into fools without killing them seems merciful, but in reality, it's to avoid the red line of 'debt of life.' This kind of 'wanting to be a bad guy while maintaining a virtuous image' approach... tsk tsk, she's a seasoned veteran."

[If it weren't for the fear of residual magical power causing unnecessary trouble, those who sought magic at the Immortal Ascension Gathering would surely have met a violent end.]

The voice-over ruthlessly revealed the truth behind her holding back.

[In 2025, Xiang Yuyin had become the sect leader of the Nine Realms Sect, and Hei Zhu had also become one of the top powerful cultivators in the sect, now an old woman with white hair. During the Battle Tournament, she joined forces with six other powerful cultivators, including Baili Yuan, to fight against Hai Shan and the Tiger God, but ultimately returned possessed.]

The scene shifts, revealing the cruel marks that time has left on her. Although Hei Zhu, with her full head of white hair, still has a sharp gaze, in that earth-shattering battle, even in a six-on-two situation, she was still forced to use survival tactics and flee in a sorry state.

The world of Frilian, destroyed.

During their journey, Frillie, who was studying a magic book, looked up, her pale green eyes reflecting the aged figure on the light screen. She sighed softly and said to Philon beside her, "Human lifespan is so short in any world. To resist aging, even with reality-distorting magic, the essence of 'strength and weakness' cannot be changed. Six archmages ganged up on two and still lost... Philon, this is what I always teach you: simply piling up magic power without mastering the essence of combat is as fragile as a bloated slime."

Philon, her cheeks puffed out, complained, "Lady Frillien, that old woman just became younger! If you learned that magic, you wouldn't have to go into those weird mazes every day to collect anti-wrinkle potions, right?"

"Enough with the nonsense! How can something about elves be called wrinkle removal!"

On the present-day battlefield of the war of cause and effect, Black Bamboo, as a high-quality combatant of the Nine Realms Gate, possesses strength far exceeding that of ordinary Great Divine Powers. He holds his own against the intricate Thousand Machine Mechanism Technique using the External Manifestation Method of the Realms Gate.

On the battlefield, the roar of metal and the radiance of laws intertwined. Black Bamboo, alone, faced the countless, exquisitely crafted puppets that flew through the air, yet he handled them with ease.

The world of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

Rohan Kishibe sits in his mansion studio in Morioh, his paintbrush dancing rapidly across the sketch paper, recording every panel of this battle.

"Incredible... The design concept of those mechanisms was too advanced, but that woman's response was even more brilliant! 'Outer Gate Appearance Technique'? Although I don't understand the principle, this kind of space displacement-like defense is much more brutal than my 'Heaven's Gate' directly rewriting the settings, but it is also more suitable for this kind of large-scale war." Kishibe Rohan stopped writing, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes. "However, if I encounter her, as long as I write 'Can't Speak' on her face, she will instantly become a cripple. The common weakness of language-type Stands is that once they are silenced, they are lambs to the slaughter. The guy who controls the mechanism should discover this obvious weakness very soon."

As if to confirm Rohan's guess, the rhythm of the battle in the light screen suddenly changed.

[He even used the Heavenly Bead Mantra to instantly return to his peak Dharma Body, but his innate divine power's weakness was discovered by Jingmiao, and the two fought to a draw.]

Black Bamboo's form swelled, returning to the peak state that had made Sanji cough up blood, its sonic waves rolling. However, the opponent, named Jingmiao, not only remained calm amidst the barrage of incantations, but instead pressed forward relentlessly, clearly having grasped the rule of "observation weakens."

The world of Fullmetal Alchemist.

Edward Elric was pointing at the screen, slamming his right hand angrily on the table: "I told you! This is the principle of equivalent exchange! Trying to interfere with reality using language, a medium that doesn't require physical materials, inevitably comes at a price. Weakening when observed? Ha, this isn't some flaw in supernatural power; it's a mockery of truth! The more you try to flaunt your lies, the weaker the power of those lies becomes. That guy controlling the mechanism is good; he knows how to use the iron fist of materialism to shatter the empty rhetoric of idealism. I'm rooting for him!"

Alphonse's tall, armored figure boomed from behind, "Brother, even so, that lady's alchemy... or rather, supernatural power that allows her to instantly become younger is something Winry would definitely want to learn if she saw it."

[Later, he was taken into the Yicun family by a powerful figure, but was unexpectedly wiped out by Heizhu, who led more than ten powerful cultivators.]

The final twist was completely unexpected. Just when everyone thought Hei Zhu had been subdued by some kind of spatial artifact from the Great God—the "One-Inch House"—and was about to become a prisoner, the scene inside the camera violently shook. The interior of the One-Inch House, which had originally been like a cage, had instead become Hei Zhu's backyard. Not only was she not suppressed, but she also cooperated from within, like a Trojan horse, leading more than a dozen equally powerful beings to turn the world inside this artifact upside down and sweep it clean.

The world of Fox Spirit Matchmaker.

Tu Shan Rongrong squinted slightly, toying with an abacus in her hand. The corners of her mouth, which always carried a mysterious smile, curled up a little: "Oh my, what a brilliant business case. Being caught seems like a losing proposition, but it's actually a 'zero-dollar purchase' to infiltrate behind enemy lines. This kind of 'anti-routine' thinking, that guy called 'Great God' is probably crying in the toilet."

Bai Yuechu, who was currently chewing on a colorful stick, widened her eyes upon hearing this: "Isn't this the ultimate level of staged accident fraud! You deliberately get arrested, and then you have to say, 'Since you're here, hand over all your valuables.' This old lady… no, this lady, is absolutely an idol for us poor folks! If I could learn this, I could go visit Wang Fugui's house for a bit, wouldn't that be…"

Tu Shan Ya Ya sneered, her chilling aura emanating from her: "Child's play. If you're not strong enough, going in will only be suicide. But this woman is indeed quite capable; the fact that she could gather more than ten accomplices in that instant shows that her connections or leadership far exceed what they appear to be. In our circle, these cunning and resourceful old foxes are often more troublesome than those who only rely on brute force. That so-called Yi Cun family, they've probably had their floor tiles torn up by now."

As the chaotic scene of the Yicun family's interior, filled with scattered treasures, froze, a close-up of Hei Zhu's seemingly shy yet cunning smile became the chapter's conclusion. Viewers across the myriad realms shared the same thought: Even if these women from the Nine Realms Sect only have a mouth left, you can't trust them.