After a moment of brilliance and brilliance, the dream and life burned out together.
Only dust and ashes fell from the sky.
The world gradually collapsed in front of his eyes and disappeared without a trace.
Everything was going away quickly. He waved goodbye.
There was no time to confirm the result of the sword, but that kind of thing didn't matter anymore. Perhaps he once had a hundred percent of uneasiness and fear about everything in this world, but only this sword, he would not doubt.
Because it was over.
Whether it was the other party or himself.
In the rapidly darkening world, countless flickering shadows flashed in front of Sasaki's eyes.
The tiny essence accumulated in his long life flew away in front of his eyes, bringing not uneasiness and fear, but indescribable fullness and gratitude.
It was as if he had returned to the past again. Under the former laughter, language, wine glasses, moonlight, and flowers, everything became so real.
The phantoms of the past emerged from the dust, quietly standing on both sides of the road, silently sending him off.
Those familiar faces kept appearing, with warm eyes.
Douzen-sama, Sensei, Miss Amber, Zatoichi … Professor, Headmaster, and Mr. Huai Shi …
At the end of the darkness, Sasaki looked back, bowed gratefully, and expressed his final gratitude to the people who had accompanied, encouraged, and helped him along the way.
Thank you for taking care of me all this time.
"Thank you …"
Sasaki Kiyoshi closed his eyes contentedly and left with the dream.
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In the dead silence, Jiu Jing heard the sound of cracking.
The sound of breaking sounded from inside his body and spread out … until finally, even the sword in his hand shattered inch by inch and turned into flying ash.
It was unbelievable that there was such a bright and shining sword light in this world, as if a person's life was entrusted to this sword.
Using only the illusory spirit to outline the incarnation of Wisdom King, thunder like the punishment of heaven fell.
Then, it was all over.
He froze in place, lowered his head, and saw the rapidly spreading cracks on his hands and body.
In that instant, his life, will, and soul were all destroyed by this resplendent sword. It was a merciless and merciless destruction.
There was no room for maneuver or possibility.
It was over.
It was so sudden.
But Jiu Jiu Jing's mood was incomparably calm.
He didn't feel ridiculous, nor did he think about why he would die here in disbelief. Even if the hatred had not been vented, even if the plan had not been completed …
Just like a stray dog that had died in an alley, he calmly accepted this reality.
He even had the spare time to think about what kind of hell he would fall into.
But where in this world would there be a hell for him?
After a person died, the Origin Substance would dissipate and the clear Origin Substance would rise, washing away the painful memories and returning them to the vast Silver Sea. The world after death did not exist. There was no hell, no heaven, only nothingness.
Death was ugly, just like him.
He deserved such an ending.
In the trance brought about by the dissipation, he heard a voice from the past.
Those were the words he had heard when he held the sword for the first time.
"You must be Jiu Jing?"
The unshaven young samurai squatted down and looked at the child in front of him. "Nice to meet you. I'm your swordsmanship teacher. Just call me Sasaki."
He tried his best to smile kindly, but the way he bared his teeth made him look like a monkey. It was so funny.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "Swordsmanship is actually very interesting!"
"Really?"
The child looked up at the adult in front of him, half believing and half doubting. "I heard my father say that swordsmanship is very difficult, and very dangerous."
"Although it is a little dangerous, it doesn't matter."
The somewhat unruly man held the wooden sword and waved it twice. He looked back, as if he was showing off some treasure. "Do you see it? It's not difficult at all. "
"Swordsmanship is very mysterious. It can hear you speak. As long as you make a wish and persevere, you will definitely be able to achieve it! "
The samurai put his hands on his waist and suddenly asked, "Jiu Jing kun, do you have any dreams?
"I … … don't know."
"Eh? Don't you want to be a scientist and an astronaut? How rare … … Then, what about the job you want to do? "
The child shook his head. "I can't think of anything."
"Then, what about the things you must accomplish?"
The teacher bent down and asked seriously, "That kind of thing, there must be, right? Everyone should have thought about it. "
Jiu Jing was stunned and at a loss for a long time. Finally, he gathered his courage. "I want to protect everyone. Is such a thing a dream?
Father, father, brother, Long Zhijie who is always bullied, Flying Bird who loves to cry, Maki and Mieko who love to play the most, and … … Miss Hu Po! "
He didn't want to be invincible, nor did he want to become a powerful person.
He just wanted to protect them and let them no longer be afraid.
He wanted to let the lonely princess no longer worry and smile.
He wanted to let them obtain happiness … …
"Such a naive thing, is it a dream?"
In the long silence, the child looked at his future teacher uneasily. He didn't expect to be ridiculed and despised. Instead, he saw a serious and serious face.
"You are obviously a little brat, but your dream is the same as mine. Jiu Jing, you can't be underestimated."
The samurai suddenly laughed proudly, reached out, and rubbed his hair. He told him, "From now on, you are my competitor! Let's work hard together! "
"Yes!"
The child nodded vigorously.
Something was sparkling in his widened eyes.
Just like that, in the morning light, he held his teacher's hand and walked away step by step, disappearing.
Only the lonely murderous demon was left in place, staring at them in a daze. After a long time, he smiled bitterly and lowered his eyes.
"Really, stupid … …"
In the silence, Jiu Jing fell on his back, and there was no more sound.
Welcoming death.
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Outside the mountain, the old ape Ju Kawa, who was drinking, didn't speak again.
It was as if he was still reminiscing that moment of sword light that was as solemn as a Buddha.
After a long time, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the gourd in one gulp. Finally, he looked at the smile on the corner of the dead's mouth, sighed, and turned to leave.
He didn't look back.
Above the clouds, Hattori was still looking down. He smelled the residual burnt smell left behind by the thunder in the air, and his brows slowly furrowed.
After the news of Ashikaga's death was leaked, Luming Hall couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thrown out the trump card in such a hurry.
That bolt of lightning that fell from the sky just now wasn't some natural phenomenon … … On the contrary, there was only one person who would openly transform into lightning in such a domineering and unrestrained manner, passing through the Reality, and ignoring the prohibition to attack the Riken clan.
Within the Double Walls of Wind and Thunder, the fourth level Ascendant who held the two great divine miracles — — Kanda Kaganori!
He had the two divine miracles of the Heaven Shaking Drum and the Sorrowful Hammer in his hands. He was known to be able to destroy an entire border with his strength alone, and had created an illustrious reputation in the Infernal Realm, the 'God of Thunder'!
Through the secret method, he transformed his entire body into a thunderbolt. After breaking through the membrane of the Free Form Incarnation, he broke into Li Jian's home. Perhaps he couldn't wait to kill people to silence them and create evidence for the next step of dividing up the spoils of war.
After his efforts on the surface were useless, he tore off his dignified mask and impatiently began to devour the corpses … …
That group of rotten old things had indeed become an obstacle to the High Emperor's great cause.
Just as he was thinking, a firefly flew through the air and landed in his hand.
It was an order from the 'throne'.
But when the fragmented firefly spread out, the order inside wasn't for him to secretly take action. Instead, it was for him to continue watching with folded arms.
It was hard to understand this logic.
But he had no choice but to obey.
Then, when he lowered his eyes again, he discovered … … that the originally tyrannical and insolent lightning that descended from the sky had already disappeared.
It was completely silent.
As if it didn't exist at all.
He couldn't even sense any aura that belonged to Kanda Kaganori … …
Hattori was stunned.
Just what had happened?
Beneath his feet, the multicolored Parinirvana emitted a strange halo. Like a sinister smile, it silently devoured all the intruders.
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It was just a momentary daze.
When Kanda Kanda came back to his senses, he had already passed through the membrane of Parinirvana and entered deep into the Demon Realm.
But there was only darkness in front of him. There was no sky above him, no earth below him. His surroundings were endless … … Only the pitch-black liquid beneath his feet was squirming, converging into a boundless sea.
Just where was this?
Amidst the dissipating lightning, the traces of the Heaven Shaking Drum and the Sorrowful Mallet appeared. Finally, the traces of lightning interweaved to reveal Kanda Kanda's face as he looked around.
Even with his magnetic field vision, it was difficult to see his true appearance in the darkness.
It was as if he had entered a world that had already been destroyed.
Apart from the stinky sea beneath his feet, there was nothing else.
No … …
This wasn't even the Demon Realm anymore!
This wasn't the effect of the Yatsufusa's divine marks! Regardless of whether it was the Paradise of King's Way or Parinirvana, he had personally experienced those domains before. He had even fought with the Riken Clan's leader.
Such a desolate and strange scene was definitely not created by the Eight Virtues or Eight Evils!
The Sorrowful Mallet smashed down. The Heaven Shaking Drum rumbled, creating a mighty echo.
A terrifying shockwave comparable to a missile strike spread out together with the blazing lightning, lashing out at this deathly silent and empty world without any warning.
But there was nothing for him to destroy here.
Only the viscous sea of darkness beneath his feet was squirming. A crack was torn open, and countless tiny teeth floated in the sea, slowly closing up.
Water was impermanent.
Kameda was stunned for a moment, but soon after, he struck the drum again. Lightning whistled out, sweeping out. Firepower that was enough to destroy an entire building spread out in all directions.
Immediately after, he turned into a pillar of lightning again, flying through this endless world of darkness with a terrifying speed approaching the speed of light.
But no matter how long he flew, he was unable to see the edge of it.
Instead, the silent sea of darkness beneath his feet began to squirm, as if it was slowly recovering, ripples spreading out.
The air became more and more stuffy.
Only when the first bubble slowly rose from the sea of darkness did Kanda Kōzen suddenly come to his senses.
It was as if … … someone had locked him in a pressure cooker!
Now, the sea was boiling.
"Hehe, you finally noticed … …"
An old face appeared above the cracked sky. It was as huge as the sky itself. Its lips opened and closed, and a mocking voice came out. "How does it feel to be in the urn, Sir Uninvited Guest?"
In front of Guo Shouque, in the bamboo basket above the charcoal fire, a strand of lightning continuously jumped about like a snake.
It was difficult to break free from the cage.
This place was already under the Cooking Demon's blade!
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