Within Kenjaku's soul core, physical matter did not exist.
There were only countless howling souls swept up by viscous cursed energy, converging into a boundless, nauseating chaos.
Satoru Gojo's figure was the sole point of light within this pandemonium.
However, this speck of light was facing the imminent threat of being swallowed whole by the chaos.
"Roar—!!!"
Kenjaku's true body seemed to unleash a furious bellow.
The roar did not travel through the air; instead, it detonated directly within the depths of Gojo's soul, carrying the collective malice and madness of billions of souls.
The sound whipped up monstrous waves in the chaotic ocean.
Countless tentacles formed from pure soul power surged madly toward Gojo from all directions, like an awakened abyss.
Each tentacle was wreathed in a different cursed technique, shimmering with varying glows of cursed energy.
They sought to tear apart that absolute barrier of the Limitless.
They aimed to completely assimilate this mortal who dared to trespass into the domain of a god.
Meanwhile, on the outside.
Above the ruins of the Tombs of the Star, Suguru Geto's body had become nearly translucent.
Having lost all his cursed spirits, his existence was like a candle in the wind, its light dimmed to the absolute limit.
Golden motes of light continuously dissipated from the edges of his body, as if he would completely vanish into this ruined world at any moment.
He relied solely on his last shred of unyielding will to forcibly maintain his collapsing form.
He needed to see the end with his own eyes.
Inside Kenjaku, Gojo seemed to peer through the overlapping layers of soul mist, catching sight of his fading best friend on the outside.
Slowly, he removed the blindfold that had long been soaked in blood.
For the final time, those azure eyes, weeping tears of blood, clearly reflected Geto's figure.
He knew it was time.
Then, he slowly formed a hand sign in front of his chest.
His solemn and icy voice echoed from within Kenjaku's body.
"Domain Expansion—"
This time, the pitch-black sphere of [Unlimited Void], symbolizing the birth of the universe, did not expand outward.
Instead, under Gojo's limitless, limit-breaking control, the entire domain began to frantically collapse inward.
All information, all concepts, all existence and non-existence were forcibly compressed and injected into Kenjaku's core brain.
Kenjaku's millennium-old consciousness, which believed it had evolved into its ultimate form, completely halted the instant it made contact with the collapsing domain's information.
Its massive ultimate body, like a supercomputer that had all its power instantly severed, immediately lost its support.
Outside.
Ian watched this spectacular scene unfold and nodded in satisfaction.
"Yeah, looks like the fight is just about done."
He casually waved his hand.
An imperceptible ray of golden light, like a living creature, silently slipped into Geto's fading body.
That dying flame of a soul was forcibly stabilized by an incomprehensible, mighty power.
Gojo's figure broke out from Kenjaku's paralyzed body.
He panted heavily, his body swaying unsteadily from the overwhelming exertion.
He knew that even the current [Unlimited Void] could only stall for a brief moment.
Once Kenjaku's ultimate body instinctively adapted to this massive torrent of information, all their efforts would be in vain.
This was their final chance.
He exchanged a glance with Geto, whose life had been forcibly extended by Ian.
No words were needed.
The tacit understanding cultivated through thousands of battles fought side by side transcended language in this moment.
This was their first, and also their last, time fighting together.
Gojo squeezed out the very last drops of cursed energy in his body, while Geto burned his remaining soul in tandem with the golden light.
The two merged their final powers into one.
A pillar of light hoisted Kenjaku's mass of flesh, launching it into the sky.
Say goodbye to this world!
Like launching an artificial planet, they used the last of their strength to violently propel Kenjaku's paralyzed mass of flesh out of the Earth's atmosphere.
A new artificial satellite was born.
The surviving humans on the ground all witnessed this spectacular sight.
A massive, irregular mountain of flesh, its surface covered in countless twisted human faces, slowly ascended into the sky.
Ultimately, it disappeared into the deep cosmos, beyond the sky stained dusky yellow by volcanic ash.
Perspective shifted to Kenjaku.
Its consciousness remained trapped within the endless torrent of information of [Unlimited Void].
Its body, however, began an aimless drift through the cold, vacuum, and dead silence of space.
Yet, the empty vacuum of space caused its thoughts to begin freezing.
The absolute zero environment started to erode its ultimate body, slowing the activity of every single cell.
To adapt to the environment, its body halted all metabolism.
Consequently, the infinitely surging flow of information in its brain also became sluggish and viscous, like a frozen river.
An eternal prison had been forged.
A year could pass in the outside world, yet only a single second might tick by in its consciousness.
Its thought processes grew slower and slower.
Eventually, it could not even remember who it was.
It could not remember why it was here.
It could not remember its millennium-long, meticulously calculated schemes.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Under the gaze of the distant, frigid stars, this ultimately evolved lifeform completely stopped thinking.
It transformed into an eternal, silent satellite.
This seemed to be the inescapable, final destiny of every ultimate being.
Japan—no, it could no longer be called Japan.
Ninety percent of the archipelago's landmass had sunk to the bottom of the sea.
Only a few of the highest peaks remained, standing like isolated islands amidst the endless ocean.
Geto looked at the devastated world before him, then turned to the swaying best friend beside him.
Gojo's eyes had completely lost their luster.
Under the limit-breaking strain from earlier, those two Six Eyes had been entirely reduced to ash.
All that remained were two bottomless, pitch-black, empty eye sockets.
However, just a second after a wave of grief surged in Geto's heart...
He witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Looking completely unfazed, Gojo used his fingers to scrape the residual ashes out of his eye sockets with a look of mild disgust.
Then, from his pocket, he pulled out a large handful of brand-new... Six Eyes, all radiating a profound glow.
As if picking out candies, he selected the two roundest-feeling eyeballs from the bunch.
Casually, he popped them right into his empty sockets.
The next second, he blinked, and a pair of pinkish-blue eyes met Geto's gaze once more.
Geto froze completely, his mind going entirely blank.
"Bro, are your eyeballs hot-swappable?"