A suffocating aura of apocalyptic threat radiated outward from Mahito. A violent tempest of raw Cursed Energy erupted without any wind. Gojo's Six Eyes clearly witnessed the ethereal, terrifying silhouette of a colossal dragon's head manifesting behind Mahito.
The dragon opened its eyes, casting a dismissive, glacial glare at Gojo Satoru. Then, slithering like a serpent, it slowly coiled itself around Mahito's physical body. Its five massive claws perfectly synchronized and merged with Mahito's five fingers. Draconic scales seamlessly grafted onto Mahito's epidermis, interlocking tightly. Majestic, branching antlers erupted from his skull, and a heavy, armored reptilian tail extended from his tailbone, dragging against the earth.
Listening to Gojo's lecture on the application of Reverse Cursed Technique, Mahito had finally comprehended the true nature of his original counterpart's 'Idle Transfiguration: Instant Spirit Body of Distorted Killing.' The current Mahito had successfully mastered Domain Expansion and the Maximum technique of Idle Transfiguration, so why had he been completely unable to unlock the 'Instant Spirit Body'?
The 'Instant Spirit Body of Distorted Killing' was exactly what it sounded like on the tin. It was a skill that took the inherent, primal destructive urges and murderous malice woven into a Curse's biology, and forcefully painted it over Idle Transfiguration. It wasn't a matter of Cursed Energy manipulation; it was the algorithmic fusion of a Curse's psychological malice with Idle Transfiguration.
It was a technique of the 'Heart'—exactly like Black Flash.
Beyond the surface-level explanation of physical force and Cursed Energy resonating, a Black Flash required the sorcerer's mental state to perfectly align. Aside from Yuji Itadori, who was seemingly beloved by the sparks of black, even titans like Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna weren't exempt from this rule; they needed to hit an emotional fever pitch to trigger it.
The original Mahito had undoubtedly managed to extract his pure 'Curse Instincts' from his core—just as Gojo temporarily stored Positive Energy in his heart, stomach, and spine—and pumped that concentrated malice through his entire circulatory system, triggering an explosive physical transformation.
That was the true nature of Idle Transfiguration: Instant Spirit Body of Distorted Killing!
The canon Mahito could do it, but the current Mahito absolutely could not. From the moment he crawled out of the sewers, he had sworn an ironclad resolve to purge his innate Curse instincts. Through his journey up to this point, the influence of his primal Curse nature had withered to almost nothing.
Not just him, either. Under Mahito's influence and the subtle adjustments of Idle Transfiguration, Jogo, Hanami, and Dagon no longer harbored the blind instinct to slaughter humanity. (Jogo's murderous urges born from anger and pride were a separate issue—that was just Jogo's personality, not a biological Curse instinct.)
Without Curse instincts, it was mathematically impossible to trigger the Instant Spirit Body.
However, wasn't there a perfect, living alternative standing right in front of him?
Positive and Negative energy didn't just cancel each other out; they could be violently fused together. *Hollow Technique: Purple!*
Mahito discarded the requirement for Curse instincts entirely. Instead, he flooded his internal circuitry with pure Negative Energy and pure Positive Energy, forcing them into a simultaneous, infinite loop. Because his physical vessel was a Half-Curse, it possessed an incredibly high tolerance for both polarities, making the integration terrifyingly easy.
The next step was simple: overlay this violently fused Positive/Negative energy loop across his entire skeletal and muscular structure, perfectly mimicking the mechanics of the Instant Spirit Body!
Soul Creation forged the soul. Idle Transfiguration remodeled the soul.
Running these two diametrically opposed techniques simultaneously, mirroring the methodology of the Instant Spirit Body—this was the birth of *[Hollow Technique: Soul Creation Dragon Spirit Body]*.
Driven by the infinite, frictionless circulation of Positive and Negative energy, Mahito's physical specs transcended into a completely different dimension. His Cursed Energy flowed flawlessly, without a single microsecond of lag or stagnation. Using a technique felt as natural as breathing or moving a limb; the innate "cooldown" between technique activations ceased to exist.
The technique had melted completely into his primal instincts. His Cursed Energy output was an endless, churning ocean. His physical vessel had leaped into the realm of gods. At this exact moment, he could no longer be classified as 'He.' Mahito had shattered the absolute limits of the world and ascended to the empty throne in the heavens.
He should be addressed as 'It'. A God!
*BOOM!*
A deafening roar, like a colossal asteroid violently impacting the earth, abruptly detonated. A radial shockwave violently erupted outward from Mahito's core. Gojo deflected the atmospheric crush with the Limitless, his eyes locked onto the majestic, divine entity standing immovable at the epicenter.
Its body was encased in a flawless set of pristine white armor heavily steeped in draconic aesthetics. The faceplate covering Mahito's entire visage was molded in the exact likeness of a divine dragon's head, crowned by a pair of magnificent branching antlers. Overlapping, metallic fish-like scales armored his entire body. Twin dragon claws gripped his pauldrons, anchoring a pristine, flowing cape that cascaded down his back.
If his previous form, *Fusion Soul Knight: Roaring Leyline, Calamity of the Blazing Earth*, leaned heavily into the aesthetics of a feudal Japanese warlord, this new armor had completely shed those mortal trappings. The armor aggressively flared its metallic, layered scales, locking together flawlessly like millions of individual shields. His antlers stretched skyward like an imperial crown. His fingers were encased in white gauntlets, an armored tasset skirt protected his waist, and his feet were clad in white metallic boots, the toe boxes forged into the shape of dragon claws.
Within the dragon faceplate, a pair of heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one blue—ignited. The irises pulsed with an ethereal glow, like solitary stars flickering in the dead of night.
The Special Grade Imaginary Vengeful Spirit forged by Idle Transfiguration: Advent had flawlessly fused with Mahito, wearing him like a second skin. The current Mahito was the absolute compression of a draconic Imaginary Vengeful Spirit forced into a humanoid shape, retaining full access to Soul Creation and possessing physical specs that mocked the laws of reality.
Right now, It was the Dragon God.
"Thank you for waiting, Satoru." The Dragon God's voice was immense and resonant, echoing like the deep, sorrowful draw of a cello in an empty Venetian theater. "This battle has dragged on long enough. Let us begin the final round."
Gojo's shocked expression smoothed out, replaced by an arrogant, feral grin. "I see. So this is the true potential of your 'soul reshaping the flesh' ability. I understand now. Your internal circuitry is constantly looping Positive and Negative energy simultaneously. Normally, these two polarities just violently cancel each other out. I can only cast Hollow Purple because the Limitless gives me absolute spatial dominance to force them together. You're doing the exact same thing—using absolute physiological dominance to forcibly crush the two energies into fusion."
"As expected of my Hollow Technique," Gojo praised. "Just by grasping a sliver of the theory and watching me cast a full-chant Purple once, you managed to invent your own localized Hollow Technique on the fly while riding the high of a Black Flash awakening... Mahito, you are truly terrifying."
"I am deeply honored by your praise," the Dragon God replied, reaching out to grasp Kirigiri's hilt. He paused for a fraction of a second, then casually lifted the blade. "I only grasped this technique because I had you as my muse."
Gojo glanced at Kirigiri. The previously flawless, moonlight-silver blade now bore a single, pure white line tracing the hamon, giving the ancient sword an ominously divine presence.
"It seems your sword hasn't quite adapted to your new hand yet." Gojo instantly saw through the hidden flaw beneath the blade's majestic aura.
Gojo was spot on. The moment the Dragon God gripped Kirigiri, he acutely felt the blade trembling. The Dragon God's spiritual domain had become far too massive, exerting a crushing, tangible pressure onto Kirigiri's own inner world.
If it were an ordinary Tsukumogami, it wouldn't matter. But Kirigiri was a unique, 'living' Tsukumogami with a realized spiritual consciousness. When one spiritual domain overwhelmingly crushes another, massive structural flaws are inevitable.
Ever since Mahito acquired Kirigiri, he had never quite been able to wield her perfectly. He had sought out Sadatsuna Ashiya to learn swordsmanship and begged Tsumiki Fushiguro to repair her. But now, Kirigiri was finally the one incapable of keeping up with Mahito.
"She merely needs a little time to adapt," the Dragon God said indifferently. "Perhaps, after using her to kill you, she will achieve a new evolution."
Gojo extended a hand, offering a mocking 'bring it on' gesture. "So what the hell are you waiting for?"
*THUD.* The Dragon God stepped forward.
Without a single millisecond of warning, the tip of Kirigiri materialized directly in front of Gojo's Six Eyes. Gojo was already operating at absolute maximum output, fully immersed in the Black Flash 'zone,' yet even his Six Eyes only perceived a blurred silver line extending toward his face. The speed was in an entirely different stratosphere compared to before.
Without hesitation, Gojo triggered the Limitless, instantly vanishing from his coordinates. He exploited the Limitless's spatial compression to teleport a hundred meters away. He calculated that this distance would afford him the necessary buffer to recalibrate to the Dragon God's new velocity. He deemed it a safe distance.
But the exact millisecond his feet touched the ground, Kirigiri's tip was already hovering in front of his Six Eyes again.
"—!"
Even a gasp was too slow. Gojo violently threw his upper body backward into an extreme 'iron bridge' evasion. The blade's tip grazed past his Six Eyes, cleanly piercing through his bangs. Microscopic fragments of severed white hair drifted before his eyes, only to be instantaneously vaporized by the trailing hurricane of force.
It felt like a massive asteroid had just grazed his face. If he didn't possess the Six Eyes, Gojo would undoubtedly be blind right now; the sheer atmospheric pressure dragged by that colossal mass was enough to violently erase his vision, or even his entire physical form.
However, the Limitless actively neutralized the lethal collateral shockwaves trailing Kirigiri. Seizing the microscopic window, Gojo rapidly spun and re-established his footing. He intended to launch an immediate counter-offensive, but before he could even raise his fist, a hand materialized directly in front of his face. White, metallic gauntlets encasing draconic fingers wrapped over his vision, the Dragon God's palm completely smothering Gojo's face.
—*Too fast! Way too fucking fast!*
Prior to this, Gojo never would have entertained the idea that someone could match the spatial teleportation of the Limitless purely through raw physical speed, without employing a Cursed Technique. Under Gojo's refinement, activating the Limitless was as instantaneous and autonomic as twitching a finger. Yet, the Dragon God had effortlessly closed the gap using nothing but footwork.
At this exact moment, Gojo Satoru arrived at an absolute conclusion: *This Lord of Cursed Spirits might actually be stronger than the Ryomen Sukuna of a thousand years ago...!*
This wasn't a baseless guess. Gojo had previously fought a one-finger incarnation of Sukuna, completely making a fool out of him. While it was only one finger, the Six Eyes granted Gojo terrifying analytical capabilities. He had actively simulated a hypothetical battle against a prime, 20-finger Ryomen Sukuna.
Back then, he had smiled and uttered his famous line: *[I'd win].*
But now, Gojo made a new assessment. The Dragon God had undoubtedly reached, or even surpassed, a 20-finger Ryomen Sukuna...!
The Dragon God was using his palm, not Kirigiri's blade. Theoretically, a bare hand couldn't breach Gojo's Limitless. But Gojo didn't even bother gambling on that hypothesis; he instantly triggered the Limitless and teleported away again.
Gojo's paranoia paid off. The Dragon God had indeed coated his palm in Domain Amplification to bypass the infinity. Although Gojo couldn't visually confirm the Amplification, Mahito's endless traps had given him legitimate combat PTSD. He absolutely refused to take risks against any of Mahito's unpredictable maneuvers.
The next instant, the Dragon God's palm swiped through empty air.
*BANG!*
The sheer kinetic force of the missed swipe instantly detonated the atmosphere. It was as if a multi-hundred-ton airliner had violently crash-landed onto a beach. The entire landscape warped radially outward. The solid earth violently undulated like a stormy ocean, sending wave after wave of apocalyptic shockwaves expanding infinitely into the horizon.
Even while using Domain Amplification—which temporarily locked him out of Star Rage—the Dragon God's raw physical specs alone generated enough kinetic violence to completely pulverize Gojo if that strike had connected!
Gojo materialized in mid-air. He looked down, but the Dragon God was nowhere to be seen?!
Driven purely by instinct, he teleported again. *BOOM!* Like an anti-aircraft shell detonating, a deafening howl of compressed air erupted in the exact pocket of space Gojo had occupied a microsecond ago.
Gojo snapped his gaze toward the coordinates. The Dragon God was already hovering there, mid-swing. The sheer velocity of his blade tore a vacuum into the atmosphere, triggering a massive implosion.
"Fucking magnificent, Mahito!" Gojo threw his head back and unleashed a manic, roaring laugh. "For the first time since I was born...!"
*I finally understand what it means to feel my blood truly boil!*
A blinding silver flash pierced his Six Eyes. Kirigiri's tip had materialized right between his eyes again. This time, Gojo felt absolutely zero fear. The Limitless revved up to an unprecedented, logic-defying output. In the exact millisecond before his Six Eyes were skewered, he launched a brutal hook punch.
Naturally, it was a—
—BLACK FLASH!
*CLANG!* Gojo's fist smashed violently into the flat of Kirigiri's blade. Naobito Zen'in had previously used the exact same tactic, striking the side of the blade to successfully inflict micro-fractures into the steel. But Gojo's fist, amplified by the Limitless and a Black Flash, packed a yield hundreds of times greater than Naobito's. This strike should have cleanly shattered Kirigiri into shrapnel.
...It didn't!
Kirigiri's blade was saturated in a hyper-dense armor of Cursed Energy reinforcement. Right now, Kirigiri and the Dragon God shared one heart, their Cursed Energy perfectly fused. How could this even be compared to the skirmish with Naobito? Gojo's Black Flash landed flawlessly. Kirigiri shrieked with an agonizing metallic wail, and spiderweb fractures spidered across the entire blade—but she held together.
She didn't shatter!
The Dragon God instantly retaliated with a brutal high kick, but Gojo had already triggered the Limitless to disengage. The Dragon God gently ran a gauntleted finger along Kirigiri's cracked steel. The fractures seamlessly knitted back together, restoring the blade to pristine condition. Construction technique! The old Mahito could never have accomplished this, but the current Mahito pulled it off flawlessly.
The current Mahito could push any Cursed Technique past its absolute limits—including Construction. Whatever Tsumiki Fushiguro could do, 'It' could do better!
Gojo and the Dragon God engaged in an apocalyptic dogfight, crashing from the stratosphere down to the earth, then violently launching back into the sky. They completely weaponized the airspace and the ruined valley. At this point, both were operating at their absolute, unadulterated limits. The world had never witnessed a battle of this catastrophic scale. Hurricanes trailed their wake, localized earthquakes mapped their collisions, and the atmospheric shockwaves shattered glass hundreds of kilometers away.
They bit, tore, and violently collided with one another, finally clashing in a dead-even lock.
The Dragon God's physical specs were undeniably in a completely different dimension from Gojo's. He doggedly pursued Gojo like an apex predator. However, Gojo's mobility was simply too terrifying. Even with physical specs transcending the world's ceiling, the Dragon God could only manage to keep pace with Gojo's spatial manipulation. The real nightmare was Gojo's endless barrage of Black Flashes.
The consecutive Black Flashes forced Gojo's Limitless to permanently operate at 120% potential. His movements grew sharper, his reaction times shorter. The more Black Flashes he landed, the more terrifying his combat intuition, Cursed Energy output, and explosive burst speed became.
Gojo had never felt such an intoxicating, volcanic fervor in his heart. The only time that even came close was back in high school. The day he finally grasped Reverse Cursed Technique, crawling out of the abyss of absolute death. That day, his heart held no anger, no hatred—his Six Eyes only perceived the infinite beauty of the world.
In that state of absolute enlightenment, he had uttered that line of pure, unadulterated arrogance: *[Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one].*
Now, facing a Dragon God who existed in a completely different dimension, Gojo only had one thought echoing in his mind:
*How could I possibly let Mahito wait at this lonely summit by himself? I'm shattering my limits—right here, right now!*
The Dragon God abruptly ceased his relentless pursuit. He leveraged his absurd mobility to close into point-blank range but refrained from swinging his sword. Instead, he formed a one-handed mudra.
In that microsecond, Gojo read the Dragon God's intent. Hovering inches away, Gojo mirrored the action, forming a one-handed mudra of his own.
Their voices echoed in perfect, apocalyptic unison: "Domain Expansion—" * 2
An astronomical tsunami of Cursed Energy instantly violently expanded, engulfing the edge of the world. They deployed their Domains simultaneously, initiating the final Domain clash.
"—Dharmadhatu Transmigration: Nirvana Realm! \
Infinite Void!"