"Look, senior. The human world is so vast," Shang Quan murmured softly. "A martial artist like me is so insignificant."
Compared to the truly important things, he was so insignificant that he was like a speck of dust!
Life was short.
From the moment he realized that he was growing old, he had been in pain. He struggled with all his might in every nightmare. When he opened his eyes, he could not help but want to cry.
Power, material, wealth, class, status, fame …
There were too many precious things.
This world was too vast, so vast that it made people despair.
He had tried his best to live his life, not wasting a single moment of his days and nights. He had climbed up the ladder with hope and ambition in his heart. But no matter how much he had achieved, no matter how high his position was, he was still just a drop in the ocean.
A person's life was a small life.
He was born from crying, grew from pain, weakened by time, and finally died.
The beginning of everything was closely followed by the end of everything.
It was so fast that no one could react.
Good wine and beautiful women, happiness and joy, fulfillment and peace, they were all too little. Like morning dew, when the tip of his tongue tasted that wisp of fragrance, it had already turned into bubbles.
What followed was anger, greed, and hatred for why he could not live forever!
And fear.
Death was close at hand, and time waited for no man.
He did not want to die, he did not want to die, he could not die. He used all his strength to hold the sword, used all his heart to struggle, wanted to maintain his life's foundation, wanted to repay the kindness of the late emperor, wanted to make that shameless barbarian retreat.
When he came back to his senses, everything was already over.
But none of this had anything to do with him.
His life's creation and true greatness were just dust. The late emperor's kindness had already dissipated with the wind along with time. Even that barbarian had already committed suicide and was trapped in a cage.
And he, from the beginning to the end, seemed like … he was just waiting.
He actually did nothing?
How shameful!
He found so many dignified excuses and reasons, used all his thoughts to deceive himself, but in the end, he realized that at most, he was just struggling at death's door!
Even if he was given eternal life, would there be any difference?
It was just a waste of time.
Like ghouls, they enjoyed the sacrifices of their children and juniors, lingering there with a clear conscience until one day, even they forgot what they looked like. They gradually changed beyond recognition, no longer having any dignity.
Until it became another monster that was no longer Shangquan.
Why couldn't he face the results that belonged to him in an upright manner?
All living things would die. Death was indeed terrifying.
Even though he had resisted it with his sword for so many years, when he thought of this broken body returning to the dust in the dead of night, he couldn't help but want to shed a few tears.
However, the foundation of everything in the world was death.
It was precisely because of the foundation of death that he was able to climb to his current level …
The path to the Abyss was indeed very long.
But no matter how long the search was, for those seeking the Dao, if the height did not rise an inch, then it would only be soaking in the darkness.
People didn't come to this world to die, but to do something.
Anything was fine as long as it wasn't wasted.
Now, it was time for him to welcome the final result.
"Eternal pursuit of the pinnacle of Sword Dao? That sounds great. "
Shangquan shook his head regretfully. "Unfortunately, there's no need at all."
The pinnacle of Sword Dao?
That kind of thing had long been under his feet!
Why waste time?
"Let's go, myself."
He smiled and sighed softly.
At that moment, a clear chirp sounded from the wind.
It made the Heretic King subconsciously reach out, wanting to cover the non-existent blade.
But the blade didn't come here, but … fell on Shangquan's own body!
A clear crack appeared on the illusion.
It made the illusion quickly blurred, and together with the last obsession, it was destroyed!
At that moment, not only here, but also outside the chessboard, in Nakajima's hand, the cards quickly shattered and disappeared … Shangquan's lifetime of glory, the pinnacle witnessed by all things in the world, all records of things about him, including the copies, all turned into ashes.
Drifting away.
Not only here, but also in the present and the border, Netherworld, Yoshitaka, Yingzhou, and even Rome, Dongxia, Egypt … All the memories of Shangquan quickly blurred and turned yellow, and all the records on the pages disappeared without a trace. In their place were other complicated and wonderful stories.
Other than a few people who still had evidence of his existence, only the last dojo and the gentle hug he gave to his granddaughter were left.
Just like that, he quietly said goodbye to everything.
Finally, he nodded to the Heretic King.
"Farewell, senior."
The high-spirited swordsman smiled freely and looked forward.
"Death is really terrible."
He said, "I'm going to die."
At that moment, his end, his death, turned into a path of darkness, and appeared under his feet.
Just like that, he stepped forward and walked proudly toward his end.
Passing through the broken battlefield, passing through countless other deaths, and finally brushing past Huai Shi, he finally reached the end of the path. In the eternal darkness, a solemn outline faintly appeared.
As if it had been waiting for a long time, it nodded slightly at him.
Perhaps, this was death.
For the last time, it raised an invisible scale towards him.
"Sorry for making you wait."
Shangquan smiled and put his life as light as a feather into it.
Then, from the other end, he received the sword that had been given to him.
In his hand, the sword that he had exchanged for with his life hummed silently. Like a flame, it conveyed his loneliness and anticipation.
Why ask for external things? Go to the Spring?
In this long and torturous life, you have always been accompanied by the sword.
This is the final outcome, the result of your life.
This is yourself!
The moment he realized this truth, Shangquan could not help but rejoice in this wonderful understanding and arrangement.
He cheered for the gift of fate.
"To think that I've wasted so much time in vain … So my entire life actually existed for this moment?"
He was not depressed, nor was he regretful. Instead, he was full of gratitude and gave his final thanks to everything.
Good, very good, no, it was perfect!
For a martial artist like him, there was no better arrangement than this!
"Then, please bear witness to me, death —"
At that moment, Shangquan laughed loudly, drew his sword, and slashed at the void in front of him, the world in front of him, "My life has been entrusted to this sword!"
There was no wind, no cold light.
There was nothing.
The illusory sword slashed down from this domain that was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. There was nothing fancy about it, just like an ordinary battle between Ji Gu and Su Zhen. There was not even any mystery on it.
It was just an ordinary Tang Zhu.
Just like that, he sheathed his sword.
He closed his eyes, focused, and listened.
He heard the birds flying away in the wind, the stars shining in the night sky, and the wind blowing from afar. He seemed to hear a familiar song.
The light footsteps that echoed in the alley, the rain falling from the eaves, the moss at the corner of the stone Buddha's eyes, the dust-covered temple, the spacious and clean dojo.
The uniform shouts.
The boiling echo in the cauldron, the steam rising from the teacup.
And the pleasant low hum when the sword was sheathed.
The distant past, the achievements that he had given his life for, that bright and beautiful world, and the countless victories that he had engraved in his heart …
Everything seemed to be gradually fading away.
Only a clear sound echoed in his ears.
When the wind that came from nowhere swept across the battlefield, when Huai Shi woke up from his momentary trance, he heard the vast low hum that echoed between heaven and earth.
The palm that blocked in front of Nautilus suddenly stopped and was crushed into meat paste under the impact of the battleship.
The battleship that had turned into a sharp blade went straight forward, spewing flames.
It pierced into the crack.
It completely nailed Gaia in the darkness!
Just above the sky …
Under the suppression of the World Tree, a slash mark slowly appeared on the solemn and shining Halo of Rebirth above Gaia's head.
The God's Wedge that reconstructed the authority of Mother Earth and allowed the element of destruction to be reborn welcomed its destruction just like that!
This was the final gift that the Sword Saint left for the mortal world.
It had accompanied death for a long time, experienced countless battles and destruction, witnessed countless killings in the fragments, and at the end of death, once again climbed to an unprecedented level of swordsmanship!
With this insignificant soul as a carrier, it finally touched the power of the essence of death …
With its own death, it merged with the most ancient rule of the present realm.
Finally, it used its own soul to cut off Gaia's soul!
— — Mastery · All Things Will Perish!
And in the darkness, the sound of the blade gradually dissipated.
Kamikaze closed his eyes in satisfaction and quietly listened to the last lingering sound disappear without a trace. He walked into the deepest part of the darkness and never looked back.
Just like that, under the invitation of death, he embarked on a long journey.
He originally thought that all of this would be so lonely, but in the endless darkness, lights lit up one after another, illuminating the path ahead for him.
Those swordsmen who had passed away, those students that he had personally taught, held lanterns and candles in their hands, smiled, bowed, and offered their greetings to their teacher.
"You've worked hard!"
Kamikaze was stunned. He scratched his face and looked at those familiar faces. Domoto, Suzuki, Seto, Oda, Sasaki … He was already an old man, but for some reason, he suddenly felt shy.
Even if it was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, he still wanted to cry for this reunion.
"Everyone, I've waited for a long time."
He bowed and gratefully returned the greeting.
Just like that, they hugged, chatted, and laughed. Shoulder to shoulder, they walked on the long road.
Moving forward on the rugged road, it was as if they had crossed the mountains and passed through the wilderness. The beautiful journey was endless.
Until finally, the darkness disappeared without a trace.
All the haze was gone.
The brilliant sea surging with silver light illuminated his eyes. The sound of the tide echoed in his ears, and the waves spread over his feet.
The world was brightly lit, the night sky was shining, and this endless sea of homecoming …
"It's so beautiful."
He closed his eyes.
This was the end of the Sword Saint.
.
When the Ring of Rebirth that was full of cracks welcomed the fall, everything in the world seemed to have fallen into silence. Countless dazzling light fragments fell from the huge God's Wedge, bringing the power of Gaia back to the world.
Just as the Nautilus pierced through, the destruction element let out a final cry.
It was like a whimper.
Just like that, Gaia's Elegy dissipated in its own destruction.
However, at the last moment, the blurry face in the cage seemed to raise its head. Its dim eyes stared at the Nautilus that pierced through its heart.
It was like it could see Huai Shi's face that was dyed red with blood.
It was hard to tell whether that gaze was filled with hatred or pity.
Only the illusionary sigh disappeared in the darkness.
Under the seal of the World Tree, Gaia's body completely disintegrated. The origin substance that had lost control, the power that had lost its life force, and even Gaia's slowly dissipating instincts turned into pure flames and spread.
The unstoppable light and waves spread.
If the origin of the world was a huge explosion, then the destruction of the world was the same!
Along with the fall of Gaia, the power that had lost control welcomed the purest destruction. In the end, it formed a terrifying astronomical phenomenon.
It covered everything!
Everything that had been ravaged was swallowed by the current. The indiscriminate light and heat formed a destructive tide that covered all directions.
Even at this moment, the chessboard in the hall started to tremble violently. It was unable to bear the huge power and broke free from all control and suppression.
"It's now."
In the Survival Institute, the dean picked up the walkie-talkie and calmly informed the other side, "Execute Plan C761."
After the order was issued, what was obtained was to carry it out without any hesitation.
In an instant, above the infinite depths, within the dark seal of Hell, the scene suddenly glowed with a bright light. The second seal, Rainbow Bridge, was activated!
The dazzling light was like a pillar, brazenly breaking through the seal of countless depths and extending into the abyss.
After accumulating power for a long time, at this moment, it was fully activated. It swept past countless barriers and obstacles, penetrated all obstacles, and flew to the deepest part of Hell, towards the predetermined coordinates.
It descended from the sky.
In an instant, it anchored the fragment.
It was like a hand holding the chessboard.
The moment the dust settled, he attacked without hesitation, leaving no room for complications. He even threw the so-called etiquette and procedures to the back of his mind.
It wanted to pull everything out of the abyss together with it!
But everything came to an abrupt stop in an instant.
On the other side of the chessboard, two fingers gently pinched together, like a tug of war. It wrestled with the entire scene, causing the fragment to stop in place and not move at all!
"It's actually so impatient? Ah, it's quite the impatient style of the scene. "
On the throne, the Grand Lord laughed mockingly and suddenly asked, "But isn't it a little too early to say that it's over?"
"After all …"
He paused for a moment and looked down at the chessboard.
"The aftermath isn't over yet."
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