At the peak of Bipo Mountain, there were piles of bone ashes mixed in with the ground.
Swoosh! The wind blew away the bone ashes. Dragon Style landed in the empty area that he had deliberately avoided. He looked at the dying Tian Suo Dou with a sorrowful expression.
Tian Suo Dou's slack pupils moved up a little. A faint smile appeared on his face. "How was it? The feeling of battle wasn't bad, right?"
"…" Dragon Style was silent. Even if his heart resisted all of this, his body would not lie. The battle had brought him unprecedented joy and relief.
Dragon Style said, "I don't like to fight for the sake of killing. I prefer what you call … fighting for the sake of protection."
Tian Suo Dou said, "Protecting yourself is also protecting. Fighting for yourself, fighting for your survival. One day, you will find someone 'truly' worthy of your protection."
"…" Dragon Style did not reply. A line slid down his face. At the end of the line, salty tears extended and fell on Tian Suo Dou's face.
Tian Suo Dou said with mixed feelings, "Ah, are you crying for me? You're so useless. I wanted to kill you just now. In order to protect the people more important to me, I must shamelessly go to the Yellow Springs with you …"
Dragon Style wiped away the tears on his face and said solemnly, "Tian Suo Dou, I don't blame you."
Hearing this, Tian Suo Dou's heart trembled. This was the salvation that he had yearned to hear the most. Tears of blood flowed out of his eyes. He sincerely said, "Thank you."
His life was fading away. Tian Suo Dou could not even open his eyes. He said weakly, "Dragon Style, hold a funeral for me. Cremation …"
Dragon Style said, "It will hurt."
Tian Suo Dou said, "Compared to your pain, this is nothing. Furthermore … I have been going with the flow my entire life. In the end, I hope I can choose how I die."
Dragon Style slowly and hesitantly reached out his hand.
Blaze!
Raging flames adorned Tian Zhao Dou's body. This was his final farewell to his only friend!
Bathed in the fire, Tian Zhao Dou sighed. "Dragon Style, did you know that after death, all souls, including those of my race, will go to another world? The master of that world was once the strongest enemy of my race in ancient times. He is like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's head. It's fine if we live, but if we die, we have to accept his judgment. This is the so-called karma."
Dragon Style said: "Tian Zhao Dou, you are the sacrifice of this race's darkness. I think the person you speak of won't make things too difficult for you."
"You always think too highly of people …" Tian Zhao Dou smiled helplessly. "But if I'm lucky enough to not go to hell and reincarnate one day, I really don't want to be born in this clan. I'd rather be reincarnated in the lower realm and grow up in a peaceful village."
Dragon Style said from the bottom of his heart, "I will give you my blessing, Tian Zhao Dou."
Tian Zhao Dou said: "I only hope that when the day comes, we won't meet again. We will walk on separate paths and walk steadily to the end. I really don't want to be your enemy again."
This sentence was not difficult to understand. Dragon Style had his standpoint as a person from the heavens. Appearing in the lower realm meant a storm of blood. Tian Zhao Dou, as a reincarnated person from the lower realm, had to have a new standpoint. He had to fight to protect his own land!
Long Shi, on the other hand, had his own understanding. "It doesn't matter if we meet again. Forget the memories of your previous life. Don't be tied down by the past. Fight for yourself and the people you will meet in the future. Just like this flame, free and blazing …"
"Flame, free and blazing. That's not bad …"
In the flame, Tian Zhao Dou's body dissipated. His soul carried the color and temperature of the flame as it soared into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye!
Dragon Style closed his eyes. On his chest, the wound left by Tian Zhao Dou began to heal, leaving behind a shallow dent. It was a remembrance of the short but uneven bond between him and Tian Zhao Dou.
Opening his eyes, Long Shi knew in his heart that his road should have come to an end.
He did not head out of Bipo Mountain and into the bigger world. Instead, he turned around and returned to the branch family's territory. On the way, he did not meet any obstacles.
When the branch family disciples saw him, they all retreated … but their eyes were like they were looking at a dead person.
Dragon Style was like a spectator who was drifting away from the world. He came to the bank of the Heavenly Stream and stood on the bridge in the sky, looking at the turbulent and murky river water!
Suddenly, he closed his eyes and leaned back, falling straight into the Heavenly Stream!
Due to the limitations of the law, no matter how strong Dragon Style was, as long as he was touched by this stream, he would die without a doubt!
Swoosh!
His body stopped a foot above the surface of the river. At this time, a splash happened to pop up. The top of the splash was no more than a millimeter away from his back!
"This is the critical point between life and death. It seems there's nothing to be afraid of …"
Dragon Style did the same thing as the young Itachi, which was to personally feel death. In the crevice between life and death, he comprehended life.
Opening his eyes, Dragon Style returned to the shore.
"Stinking brat, can you not be so startled!"
In that moment just now, Dragon Style felt good about himself, but the shikigami in his eyes was frightened and frightened!
"Sorry." Dragon Style responded indifferently and sat down on the shore. "Speaking of which, why did you choose me for the Life of Bestowment?"
Unlike Dragon Style's eyes, the other two dojutsu were exclusive to him. It was said that a certain person who had consumed the fruit of the divine tree in the main family also had the Life of Bestowment. That person was a genuine immortal!
But the shikigami of the Life of Bestowment didn't awaken in that person's eyes!
Regarding this, the Life of Bestowment had its own opinion. "If that person awakened it, I might not have the opportunity to appear! But it's different for a brat like you, whose fate is full of misfortune. Moreover, with a high-quality vessel, the feeling of fighting on behalf of others is also very satisfying ~ ~ ~! Taking a step back, even if you die, I still have a choice ~ ~ Do you understand?! "
"Is that so? Then perhaps it's time to say goodbye."
"Bye bye … The next one is even better!"
After that, Dragon Style quietly waited for his fate on the shore of the Tongtian River!
But for some unknown reason, three days passed in a row, and nothing happened …
On the fourth day, a man with an extraordinary aura arrived at this place!
That kind of Chakra was definitely not from a branch family or the main family … but from the main family!
"Were you sent by the higher-ups to punish me?" Dragon Style slowly stood up, turned around to face the person, and said without fear of death, "Whether it's this life or this pair of eyes, if you want them, you can take them all!"
In front of Dragon Style, that extraordinarily handsome blue-haired youth with a pair of horns on his head, wearing a feather weave draped over his body, gave him a calm and peaceful smile.
"I know the ins and outs of everything. Killing Tianhou Dou and those branch family descendants wasn't your original intention, so … I came forward to settle the trouble from the higher-ups for you."
This sudden turn of events caused Dragon Style to freeze in place. "You … why are you helping me?"
"You are a swimming dragon trapped in the shallows. You should soar higher in the sky, and I am willing to give you a hand." The man elegantly walked in front of Dragon Style, gracefully extended his hand, and said in a cultured and refined manner, "Are you willing to cultivate by my side as my disciple?"
Following the palm in front of him, Dragon Style raised his head to look at it. His smile was gentle and without any impurities, completely different from the elders that Dragon Style had seen so far!
In Dragon Style's heart, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and trust. "What is your name?"
The man smiled and said his name. "My name is … Ubiji."
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