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Soul Palace.
After collecting a large amount of mysterious substances in the One-Punch Man world, the synthesis of the special potion to break the limiter is nearing completion.
Pirate Chu Yang tried to remain calm, but cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead.
He was too nervous. Finding this mysterious substance was one thing, but turning it into a drug to break through the limiter was another.
More importantly, it only exists during the period when the limiter is broken, and it will cease to exist once the limiter is broken.
Saitama's body doesn't have it, and the current Mumen Rider's body has also completely disappeared.
If the drug synthesis fails, they will have to select new test subjects for the experiment.
In the One-Punch Man universe, it's very difficult to find suitable test subjects, and they may not even exist.
A group of people surrounded the equipment, their expressions serious and tense, somewhat resembling family members waiting outside a hospital delivery room.
Ding~ding~ding~
The continuous beeping sounds seemed to strike the hearts of everyone.
Until the last green light comes on.
Pirate Chu Yang carefully took out a nearly transparent reagent from the instrument and displayed it to the others.
Who's drinking?
Pirate Chu Yang asked at the top of his lungs, looking very excited.
"It doesn't matter who drinks it, let's hurry up!"
Hokage Chu Yang was extremely anxious, frequently licking his lips.
"Give me!"
Magic Chu Yang snatched the reagent from Pirate Chu Yang's hand and poured it all into his mouth.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't be in such a hurry!"
Chu Yang reached out to snatch the potion, but only got an empty tube.
"You're a bit slow."
Magic Chu Yang took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, his movements as gentle as a noble gentleman who had just finished drinking red wine.
"What does it feel like?"
Everyone looked at him curiously.
"I felt nothing, it was just like drinking water. Are you sure the potion synthesis was successful?"
Magic Chu Yang raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of doubt.
"It's normal if you don't feel anything," Chu Yang reminded him. "Saitama and Mumen Rider didn't feel anything when they broke their limiters either; it took time."
Pirate Chu Yang frowned and asked, "So what do we do now?"
"What should we do?" Chu Yang said helplessly, spreading his hands. "We'll just have to wait for it to take effect. The biggest significance of this thing is that it helps us accommodate multiple bloodlines."
"It's impossible to become like Saitama overnight. Raising the ceiling doesn't mean increasing strength, at least not in the short term."
The immortal Chu Yang asked, "How about we extract the Nuwa bloodline from our hands and try transplanting it?"
"The Chi You bloodline obtained from Jiang Cheng and the Demon Lord is too domineering. It needs to be purified several more times before it can be used to obtain the Shennong bloodline. Let's put it aside for now."
Magic Chu Yang hesitated and said, "Nuwa's bloodline is indeed relatively mild, but if the potion doesn't work, being mild won't help."
"The stronger the physique, the more severe the conflict and rejection reaction caused by different bloodline factors. Even if Nuwa's bloodline is gentle, it cannot change this."
Although there are many ways to save one's life, no one dares to say that this kind of collapse originating from the body's genes can definitely be cured.
A brief silence fell over the palace.
"Then let's wait and see how it works," said Demon Slayer Chu Yang in a deep voice. "Anyway, I cultivate every day, more than Saitama does."
The reason why everyone is getting stronger every minute and every second is because of Chu Yang's 24-hour uninterrupted training with Genji Breathing.
"so be it."
The others nodded in agreement and then left the palace.
Only the sorcerer Chu Yang looked preoccupied.
……
The world of spells.
The reformist faction led by Chu Yang is sweeping through the entire world of sorcery. Not only has the corrupt leadership of Tokyo Metropolitan Sorcery College been purged, but Kyoto Prefectural College has also been affected.
The three major families united to oppose Chu Yang's violent reform model, and the outcome was predictable. Even Gojo Satoru lost, let alone them.
They were met with another wave of purges.
Before the cursed spirits could even make a move, the world of curses had already been severely damaged by Chu Yang's sweeping reforms.
Many sorcerers who opposed Chu Yang became curse masters and joined forces with the curse spirits to resist Chu Yang.
If it weren't for the presence of some highly educated companions around him, Chu Yang's stance would be almost identical to that of Su Nuo a thousand years ago, making him a target of public criticism in his own time.
After losing the duel, Gojo Satoru chose to remain neutral. He did not think Chu Yang was right, but he did not oppose the other party's actions either.
Someone from the Cursed Master's side secretly contacted Gojo Satoru, roughly meaning that they wanted to join forces with him to eliminate Chu Yang, but Gojo Satoru did not agree and instead killed the Cursed Master, severing ties with these people.
In his view, the difference between him and Chu Yang was a disagreement, not a difference of principle. Both of them wanted to change the corruption in the world of sorcery, but they just chose different ways to do so.
As for who is right and who is wrong, only time will tell. Perhaps decades from now, future generations will agree with Chu Yang's actions at this moment.
The battles in the world of sorcery are becoming increasingly fierce, but thanks to Chu Yang's presence, the high school holds an absolute advantage.
However, the intense fighting inevitably affected the lives of ordinary people, and the authorities have repeatedly warned the college students against their excessive behavior.
In order to protect the lives of ordinary people, the college had to restrain itself somewhat, giving the cursed spirits some breathing room.
A brief period of calm ensued for both sides.
Chu Yang had been searching for the loach, but his search was fraught with difficulties.
"We should have just killed him back then."
Chu Yang, who has always hated trouble, has gotten himself into a big mess this time.
But bigger trouble was yet to come.
From a certain point onward, Chu Yang stopped receiving any contact from the college, which made him uneasy.
When he returned to Japan, he found that the entire island nation was trapped in a huge barrier.
Not just some areas, but all of the place was shrouded in a huge "tent".
The black curtain severed all contact.
Such a massive technique has only one condition: it refuses Chu Yang's entry.
"The return of the dead has indeed taken place..."
Chu Yang recalled the discussion among the people in the Soul Palace; everyone agreed that the change of the Tatars was a dangerous move, and that the change of the Tatars was a sign of impending doom.
"Unfortunately, you used sorcery."
Chu Yang stood in the air, with Fengdu floating beside him. Yellow Spring water surged out, washing over the huge "black egg" below.
The Yellow Springs are the best counter to curse power. No curse can withstand the power from the Nine Nether Hells. In this world, Chu Yang is the absolute king.
Before long, a gap appeared in the "black egg," and Chu Yang flew inside.
He could also choose to completely eliminate the existence of the [tent], but that would take a lot of time; it's better to just go in and kill Ao.
On the other side, the gluttonous apricot Φ stirred smoothly 戻拇 嬖冢, ー 锛 洌, 敛挥淘サ母谋溆蜗饭嬖颉�
Kill Chu Yang.
This is the only rule for the return of the dead!
…………
Why can't I get rid of you even after hiding for so long?
Why do you always have to ruin my plans?!
Why were you able to kill Sukuna? What gave you the right to kill Sukuna?!
The ghost lingers!
The ghost lingers!
The skull attached to the scar, the private part was covered with scars, the room was filled with the smell of blood, the dilapidated clothes were covered with scars, the ...
The food was delicious, but the aroma was so strong that it seemed to be a tangible, unpleasant glimpse of the surrounding landscape. The food was so delicious ...
He is no longer the same person he once was.
He is now powerful enough to change the rules of the Death Return at will.
But that still couldn't stop the man.
It was as if none of the rules of this world could restrain him.