Swords. Countless swords. They all pointed toward Le Ao from every direction.
Swords. Spears. Chains. Cages. Everything he could think of was manifested within this space.
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My Barrier," Tu Bai said, "Endless Construction Garden.
He paused.
Here, whatever I want to construct, I can construct. There are no limits, no consumption. As long as I wish it, it can be realized.
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Then he smiled.
Interesting," he said. "Then I'll also let you see—
He didn't finish speaking.
Tu Bai gave him no chance.
Countless blades pierced toward him simultaneously.
Le Kuanshan Cuimo fell to the ground.
His Body fell down.
Tu Bai stood in place, looking at that corpse.
He waited for a few seconds.
The Corpse did not move.
He walked over, crouched down, reached out to check for breath. There was no breath.
He stood up.
He turned around.
He walked two steps.
Then he stopped.
Turn back.
The Suture on that Corpse's forehead was moving.
Something is about to crawl out from inside.
Tu Bai turned and walked back.
That thing—a wrinkled Brain—squeezed out from the Suture and fell onto the Floor. It had no legs, but it could wriggle, quietly crawling toward the nearby Shadow.
Tu Bai looked down at it.
The Brain squirmed even faster.
Tu Bai raised his hand.
A small cage formed in his palm. Palm-sized and silver white, it was covered in restriction patterns—Demon Wards, Cursed Wards, every sealing method he could think of.
He crouched down and placed the cage over that Brain.
The Brain struggled inside the Cage, bumping around, but unable to get out.
Tu Bai picked up the Cage and took a look.
Then he stuffed it into his pocket.
The White Space disappeared.
The Street appeared once again. The Streetlights were still lit, the roars of Cursed Spirits could be heard in the distance.
Tu Bai stood there, stunned for a few seconds.
Then he remembered.
Prison Realm.
He turned around and walked back to the Customs Official.
Palm-sized, cold, silent.
That person is locked inside.
That idiot who held him and kissed him for ages before leaving. That bastard who said, "Wait for me to come back." That person who always stood before him.
Tu Bai held the Prison Realm, kneeling on the Floor.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something. But his throat was choked by something, he could not make a sound.
Tears flowed down.
One drop by one drop, falling onto the Prison Realm.
"Senpai." He finally spoke, his voice sounding more hoarse than usual.
Baby is gone..
He lowered his head, resting his forehead against the Prison Realm.
It is my fault for failing to provide Protection..
On the empty Street, there was only his own echo.
No one answered him.
Chapter 60
Tu Bai did not know how he had made it back home.
He only remembered that by the time he walked out of Shibuya Station, it was almost dawn. The streets were in chaos, filled with police cars and ambulances everywhere, as well as people in protective gear carrying corpses.
He held the Prison Realm, walking through the Crowd.
No one stopped him. No one questioned him. He was like an invisible man, passing through those chaotic scenes, through the cordons, through the empty streets.
Then he stood at the Apartment Doorway.
The door was locked.
He froze for a few seconds before remembering that the Key was in his Pocket.
He pulled them out, opened the door, went inside.
The door closed.
The world went quiet.
Tu Bai stood at the Entrance, looking at the familiar Living Room. The Sofa, the TV, the Coffee Table, that unopened box of Strawberry Daifuku on the Coffee Table—Gojo Satoru had bought it the day before yesterday, saying he would eat it with him when he returned.
He didn't come back.
Tu Bai lowered his head, looking at the Prison Realm in his hands.
That cold cube.
He walked into the Bedroom, placed the Prison Realm on the Bed, then sat beside it, staring at it.
How to open it?
I don't know.
But he must find a way.
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Day 1.
Tu Bai did not eat.
He sat on the Bed, holding the Prison Realm, turning it over and over to examine it. The surface Patterns, the flow of Cursed Energy, he did not let a single detail escape him.
The Mobile Phone rang many times. He didn't answer.
Day 2.
Still hadn't eaten.
He began to contact others.
The first was Nanami.
The phone connected, Nanami's voice sounded exhausted: "Tu Bai-kun?"
Nanami-san," Tu Bai said, "I want to ask you something.
What is it?
“How do you open the Prison Realm?”
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the Phone.
"You.. got the Prison Realm?" Nanami asked.
Yeah.
Gojo Satoru is inside?
Yeah.
Silence once again.
I don't know," Nanami said. "It's a Special Grade Cursed Object; only a very small number of people know how to open it. I can ask Principal Yaga for you.
“Thank you.”
After hanging up the phone, Tu Bai called Ieiri Shoko again.
“Ieiri Shoko, how do you open the Prison Realm?”
Ieiri Shoko's voice faltered for a moment: "You.."
Gojo Satoru is inside," Tu Bai said. "I need to save him.