However…
Shadow One also did not notice that the old man sitting on the tatami was holding a cup of tea.
His gaze was like that of a wild beast as he stared at his back, as if he would pounce at any moment and tear his prey apart.
However, until Shadow One completely disappeared from the room, the old man did not make a move.
She sat quietly on the tatami mat with her eyes narrowed. The fragrant tea on the table floated, and the room was beautiful.
Vaguely, the cries of birds could be heard from thousands of mountains.
Pa!
The old man placed the teacup heavily on the table.
A muffled sound was heard.
He muttered to himself.
"Alright, alright. A good saber needs a whetstone. Before the Grand Meeting begins, you should become stronger. Dragon One of the Zen Temple, you have noble blood in you. Don't disappoint me.”
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Fusang, Tokyo.
As the center of the entire Fu Sang Country.
Almost half of the population had gathered, making this small city even more crowded.
In this city where every inch of land was worth an inch of gold, there were people who tried their best but could not even obtain a single square meter of land to settle down.
Under such great pressure, countless negative emotions were naturally born.
The Curse Spirit was born from these negative emotions.
The denser the population of a city, the higher the quality and strength of the Curse Spirits.
In the whole of Tokyo, there were no less than 30 registered special-class curse spirits, and there were countless special-class ones that were not registered.
It could be said that the people of Tokyo were dancing on the edge of a knife every day. If any of the Super Grade went berserk, then this group of poor guys would hold hands and become food for the curse spirit.
To the Curse Spirit, ordinary humans were simply too weak and insignificant. They did not even need to exert any strength to make them wish they were dead.
If it were those self-proclaimed Cursemancers, they would have destroyed everything long ago and become the true masters of the world.
However…
Because of the existence of those guys, the Cursed Spirits had no choice but to hide in the darkness and struggle to survive. It was because, in the center of Tokyo, three mountain-like names were deeply pressing down on all the Cursed Spirits. No! Even the cursed masters who committed all kinds of evil deeds trembled under those three names and did not dare to get involved.
The Curse Spirit, Curse Master, and Cursemancer had maintained a delicate balance for hundreds of years.
However, with the birth of the monster from the Gojyo family in the Yusan family.
Everything had changed.
The moment he was born, the balance of the world was broken by him.
Curses lurked in the darkness, and high-level curse spirits with intelligence hid in the deeper netherworld.
At this moment.
This man, whose every move could affect the entire world of curses, stood under a towering ancient tree.
Around them, countless wind chimes were ringing.
The ancient tree was surrounded by thin red lines. The red lines were like blood, and they carried a strange and peaceful feeling. This contradictory feeling constantly surrounded the ancient tree.
From nothing to something, and from something to nothing.
The red line would occasionally appear and disappear.
Following the sound of the wind chime, it kept changing in front of Gojo Guru's eyes.
Go Gojyo sat on the ground, eating the latest version of the cake.
He looked at everything in front of him with interest.
It was rare for him to not wear sunglasses. In his eyes, it was like a dark blue lake, constantly reflecting everything on the ancient tree. In his eyes, it was as if countless stars were flowing.
" What did you see?"
An old voice sounded from the ancient tree. A short old man sat cross-legged on the root of the ancient tree. The wrinkles on his face were like annual rings, overlapping and winding. There were countless mottled age spots on his face.
He opened his eyes, but there were no eyes in his eyes. There was only a deep emptiness.
Even though both of his eyes had been gouged out, Wujo still felt as if countless pairs of eyes were watching his every move. This strange feeling came from the old man who seemed to be close to rotting.
" I see it. It's infinite."
Go Gojo casually threw the pastry into his mouth. He placed his hands on the ground behind him and smiled as he looked at the ancient wood in front of him. It was as if he was watching a unique performance. In the eyes of heaven, everything was seen clearly by him.
The person who saw through everything was the strongest person, and also the most boring person.
The old man nodded in satisfaction when he heard Gojyo's answer. There was a smile on his face.
Facing the most outstanding genius of the Gojyo clan in thousands of years, Gojyo Gomi, who had mastered the 'Six Eyes' that had only appeared twice in the entire generation of inheritance, even the picky old man could not help but feel a little proud.
" Very good, Wu. You are the next leader of the family. You will be the only leader of this warship that has been sailing in the torrent of history for thousands of years. Your talent and strength will lead the Gojyo family to glory.”
"Grandpa, as long as you're happy. To be honest, I'm not interested in ruling the clan.”Go Gojyo shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
If it was any other disciple who spoke to the old man like this, they would have been punished by the family.
However, the old man ignored his frivolous attitude and continued to speak.
" Little Wu, the Kamo clan has proposed to reopen the Imperial Competition, and the Chan Yuan clan has already agreed. I want to know your stance, because if you want to do it, this competition will be a well-deserved crushing victory.”
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