He saw the tiny Jujutsu High beneath his feet.
The brightly lit city of Tokyo.
Then, the azure Earth, like a delicate glass marble, suspended quietly in the dark universe.
Immediately after came the burning sun, and the entire Solar System.
His vision continued to pull back.
The massive Solar System turned into an insignificant speck of dust in his eyes.
The dazzling Milky Way, composed of billions of such "specks of dust," flowed slowly before his eyes like a magnificent ribbon.
Before he could even recover from this shock.
Countless equally magnificent "ribbons" appeared before him.
Billions of galaxies ultimately converged into a massive, brilliant bubble in his field of vision.
That was a universe.
Yet, this was still not the end.
In the next second, countless identical "universe bubbles" appeared densely all around him, like a cluster of bubbles rising from the deep sea.
They formed a boundless sea of universes.
Satoru Gojo's thoughts completely stagnated.
His Six Eyes, capable of seeing through all the flows of cursed energy in the world, were rendered entirely useless before this indescribably magnificent spectacle.
Right at this moment.
Beyond this sea of universes.
Within the void that transcended all concepts of "existence" and "non-existence."
A hand, so massive it knew no bounds, slowly emerged.
With a gentle grasp, that hand scooped up the sea of bubbles made of billions of universes, holding it in its palm as easily as one would cup a handful of clear water.
*Hum—*
Under this visual impact that surpassed all limits, Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes instantly overloaded.
Two trails of bright red blood flowed uncontrollably from his pale blue eyes.
Piercing crimson simultaneously seeped from his nostrils, ears, and the corners of his mouth.
Bleeding from all seven orifices.
Just a moment before his mind completely collapsed, he was forcibly pulled back to reality by Ian.
*Thud.*
Satoru Gojo's legs gave out, and he fell weakly to his knees.
He gasped heavily for air, his entire body drenched in cold sweat as if he had just been fished out of the deep sea.
His pale blue eyes, which always sparkled with arrogance and confidence, were now left with nothing but a blank stare.
And a profound reverence for the unknown, for the true "Infinity."
Ian looked at Satoru Gojo, who seemed as if he had been reborn, and nodded in satisfaction.
With a casual flip of his hand.
A seemingly ordinary book appeared in his grasp.
This was a cultivation manual he had taken the time to create using the Transmutation Tablet while Gojo's mind was wandering beyond the heavens.
The ink of the title on the cover seemed to still be wet, reading *Infinite Trinity Profound Origin Art*.
"This cultivation manual will completely separate the practitioner's 'essence, energy, and spirit'—that is, the physical body, cursed energy, and soul—and then reconstruct them," Ian explained.
"Once you master the basics, you will simultaneously acquire three different directions of 'Heavenly Restriction'."
"And, there are absolutely no side effects," he added.
The students hiding in the bushes were completely dumbfounded.
Getting three types of 'Heavenly Restriction' just by learning the basics?
And with no side effects?
What kind of divine cultivation manual was this?
Trembling, Satoru Gojo reached out with both hands to accept the seemingly ordinary book.
At this moment, that book felt as heavy as a mountain in his hands.
Suddenly acting like a dramatic disciple, he asked cautiously in an incredibly devout and respectful tone, "May I ask, Senior, how long will it take for this junior... to master the basics of such a divine art?"
He had already mentally prepared himself to cultivate for decades, or even centuries, for this.
In order to touch the true "Infinity," he was willing to pay any price.
Ian looked at his death-defying expression and casually held up three fingers.
Seeing those three fingers, Satoru Gojo's heart instantly leaped with joy.
"Three years?" he asked.
"That's great! It's already much less than I imagined!"
His voice trembled slightly with excitement.
However, Ian curled his lips, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
"No," Ian replied.
"Three minutes."
"You'll master the basics as soon as you finish reading it."
Three minutes?
Mastering the basics of a divine-tier cultivation manual that sounded capable of overturning the entire jujutsu society's understanding?
What kind of concept was this?
This was even more absurd and outrageous than telling them that cursed spirits were actually peace-loving environmentalists.
Satoru Gojo himself was stunned for a full three seconds.
Three seconds later.
He did not have the slightest doubt.
Nor did he have a shred of hesitation.
After witnessing with his own eyes the mighty power that transcended all dimensions and scooped up billions of universes, he held the most absolute, almost faith-like trust in every word Ian said.
"Haha..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
Satoru Gojo let out a hearty burst of laughter, his voice filled with a long-suppressed sense of release and the excitement of being about to touch a brand-new realm.
He didn't say another word.
Right under the watchful eyes of all the students, he immediately sat cross-legged on the spot.
He held the seemingly ordinary *Infinite Trinity Profound Origin Art* in his hands, his expression more devout than ever before.
His posture made it seem as if he wasn't reading a cultivation manual, but rather undertaking a pilgrimage.
He turned to the first page of the book.
Time began to flow.
With Satoru Gojo's information-processing ability amplified by the Six Eyes, let alone a relatively thin book, he could perfectly memorize every single punctuation mark of an entire encyclopedia set within ten minutes.
The pages flipped rapidly beneath his fingertips.
*Rustle, rustle.*
The crisp sound of turning pages became the only noise on the rooftop at this moment.
One minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Just as the second hand of the clock on the rooftop was about to complete its third revolution.
Satoru Gojo's finger turned to the final page of the book.
He slowly closed the book.
The very instant the front and back covers of the book completely shut together.
A sudden anomaly occurred!
*Rumble—!!!*
A terrifying roar, indescribable by words, violently exploded from the highest heavens.
Centered around Satoru Gojo, the cursed energy within the entire perimeter of Jujutsu High, which should have been flowing steadily, fell into a completely frenzied riot at this moment.
The sky instantly lost its original color.
Endless dark clouds gathered madly from all directions, completely shrouding the airspace above the high school.
Streaks of lightning, as pitch-black as the abyss, tore through the dim canopy of the sky, dancing wildly and roaring amidst the clouds like ferocious demonic dragons.
A terrifying pressure descended from the sky as if it were a physical substance.
The entire world seemed to be letting out a violent wail due to the "rebirth" of a certain existence.
This scene was exactly like the descent of the apocalypse.