The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

The light of reincarnation began to radiate.

With an irresistible momentum, it continuously devoured the entire space.

Wherever it went, everything began to fade, reverse, and return to its origin.

The walls are constantly changing, the paint peeling off and returning to its original state, as if someone is playing a video of a renovation in reverse.

Time is turning back, and the dust in the air is retracing its steps.

The rubble kicked up by the battle flew off the ground and returned along the same path it had fallen.

The light itself is also moving backward, and the shadows on the ground shrink back to their original positions.

Fuhei felt his body begin to lose control; his limbs became heavy and numb, and every inch of his skin was under invisible pressure.

Consciousness gradually blurred in the light, and everything before my eyes seemed to flow backward as it slowly receded into the distance.

He could see himself getting smaller, shrinking.

His strength was draining from his body, his height was decreasing, his field of vision was declining, the world was becoming larger, the ceiling was rising, and the walls were widening.

If we were to drift back to eleven years ago with this torrent, what would we look like?

He would be stuffed back into that six-year-old body, becoming a child who couldn't even control his spell power, only able to chew and chew with his two jade dogs.

Although it doesn't affect Fushiguro Furube Yura Yura, there's no doubt that eleven years ago, the entire world of jutsu was in a fragile balance.

Like a castle built on the beach, it can be completely destroyed by a single wave.

If Gojo Goshin had died eleven years ago in the summer.

Then the world will face destruction!

"I won't allow it!"

Fu Hei roared and struggled, creating ripples in the torrent of light, attempting to break free from the flow of time.

However, the body is constantly degenerating, and the harder one struggles, the faster one loses strength.

No one can stop time from flowing backward.

Apart from--

Ding! ! !

A sudden aura emanated from the cold blade at Fu Hei's waist.

A crisp, clear sound reached my ears.

At this critical moment, the Heavenly Reversal Blade was able to recharge once again.

A dark light flickered on the simple, ancient-looking short blade, as if answering its master's call.

"father!"

Fu Hei, as if grasping at a straw while drowning, immediately yelled for his father to come.

The body of the Heavenly Tyrant successfully resisted the retreat, and Fu Heishen drew out the Heavenly Reversal Blade and swung it out fiercely.

A silver light ripped through the sky.

The Heavenly Reversal Blade carved out a momentary space amidst the strange light.

In the areas slashed by the blade, the cycle of reincarnation receded to both sides like severed threads, revealing a small patch of safe haven.

Like an isolated island carved out of a torrent, like a harbor found in a storm.

"Children, hide behind me!"

Shen Er's wrists flicked, and the Heavenly Reversal Blade was constantly swung, drawing arc after arc in the light, trying to carve out a larger space in order to escape the devouring of reincarnation.

However, under the influence of reincarnation, everyone was unable to move an inch. The light was as sticky as glue, slowing everyone's movements to the extreme.

Fuhei could only hold onto the deer and tiger staff beside him. The three of them held hands tightly, their hands turning white from the clenching, before he could barely break free.

Meanwhile, several meters away, Yi Gu's figure had already begun to blur.

Click—

The wheel of Dharma has been turned once, but it is not yet ready to fully adapt to this cycle of reincarnation.

"Senior Yigu!"

Fu Hei stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling in the light, trying to get closer to Yi Gu.

But no matter how hard Fukuro tried, he couldn't close the gap between them.

The light acted like an invisible wall, separating them into two different worlds.

Seeing the anxious Fu Hei about to extend his hand into the protective range of Tian Ni Hao, Yi Gu knew he had to make a decision.

Without fear, without regret, Yigu tried to suppress all emotions, attempting to ease Fuhei's pressure with a calm demeanor.

"No, Fuhei."

"The rest is in your hands."

Eki's figure slowly disappeared in the light, his entire body became transparent, and Rika also gradually faded away with him.

"Be proud, Fukuro."

"I believe that if it were you, you could definitely save Mr. Gojo."

After the reliable senior captured his final smile, he vanished completely.

"No!!!"

Being in the cycle of reincarnation, Lu Suo is naturally not exempt from it either.

Unable to move, he could only watch as Fu Hei and the other two hid in the space torn apart by Tian Ni Hou.

Once again, it became a threat on his path to success.

"Very well, let's settle this once again eleven years from now!"

"Megumi Fushiguro!"

"Our conflict isn't over yet!"

Lu Suo looked at Fu Hei in the torrent, his face beginning to peel away Xia Youjie's outer skin due to the reverse flow.

Xia You's waist-length hair kept getting shorter, from her waist to her shoulders, and finally became a neat shoulder-length bob.

Her hair swayed gently in the light, reflecting her refreshed face and eyes.

His features rearranged in the light, his face was no longer so sharp, and his eyebrows and eyes became soft. Except for the unchanging suture line on his forehead, Lu Suo was already fading back to the appearance of eleven years ago.

Lu Suo, who had not yet switched into Xia Youjie's body, reverted to his previous appearance.

And that appearance...

"mom……"

Tiger Staff stared blankly at the shadowy figure and spoke in a daze.

That figure, that face, quietly overlapped with a vague outline deep in his memory, like a key being inserted into a long-sealed lock, clicking open a door.

"I will personally tear apart each of your closest companions before your very eyes..."

The sound of the lute had transformed into a female voice, growing fainter and fainter as the reversed light needles receded.

The Tian Ni Hou, which could no longer be used, began to slowly lose its luster, as if it were about to be broken by the torrent.

It seems that it will still be affected to some extent.

"Fukuguro, can we save the world?"

In the receding torrent, Huzhang cast an incredibly sincere gaze, filled with confusion and unease, as he asked Fuhei.

"Yes."

Fu Hei answered with utmost seriousness.

In this moment, he must live up to the trust placed in him by all his companions.

"See you eleven years from now."

The light finally swept over everything, engulfing everyone.

……

……

When Fukuro regained his five senses, the first thing he felt was the scorching summer wind.

Carrying the hustle and bustle of the city and the breath of life, it brushed against his cheeks, stirred his hair, and slipped into his collar.

The languidness and restlessness unique to summer flowed into Fu Hei's exhausted body.

Open your eyes.

The sound of cicadas surged into my ears like a tide, one after another, rising and falling.

The hustle and bustle of traffic came from afar, and the prosperity of a corner of the city supported all of Fu Hei's senses.

Those sounds, those smells, those images—they created a peace that Fuhei hadn't experienced in a long time.

The heartwarming scene made Fuhei feel as if he were in another world.

It feels like it's been ages since I've seen such a vibrant world.

How many days did he actually spend struggling in that Tokyo that had become a ghost town?

Those dark and hopeless days, those days filled with battle and death, have now been replaced by the warm sunshine and bustling city life, covered by this ordinary daily routine.

Just as Fu Hei was immersed in this moment of peace, an unexpected sound came from the other side of the wall.

The tranquility of the twilight was shattered, pulling him back to reality:

"Shh, don't make a sound, Kong Shiyu."

"...There's the aura of a sorcerer."

The familiar, rough voice entered Fu Hei's ears.