No matter how the human civilization developed, or in other words, evolved, modified, or cultivated, it was all about making choices.
Jing Jiu and Grandmaster Aoyama had chosen different paths in the relationship between themselves and the world. They had both reached the highest position and the deepest realm. To put it in a less accurate way, they were the predecessors of the human civilization and the latter.
From the beginning to the end, the battle between them had been static. As a result, the ocean waves were like sculptures, and the coconut grove was like a painting.
Shen Aoyama's body was already very weak, and he could only use his divine sense to control the All Things Sword Formation. But his divine sense was truly unimaginably strong. The All Things Sword Formation controlled all rules, and neither Peng Lang nor Zhao Layue could touch his body.
Jing Jiu's body was perfect, but it had become his own shackles. Controlled by Aoyama using the Inherited Heaven Sword, he couldn't do anything but sit in the wheelchair.
The two wheelchairs on the beach were like a debate, but it was more dangerous than any battle. It involved the forbidden zone of the soul, the other shore of the Great Path, the will of that god, the fate of mankind, and even the legacy of that unknown civilization.
The greatest possibility was in the abandonment.
Jing Jiu abandoned his body, but he managed to stand up from the wheelchair and take the first step forward.
Shen Aoyama stared at the child and asked with an unusually serious expression, "How does it feel?"
The child condensed from light and shadow should be Jing Jiu's spiritual soul. How could a spiritual soul answer a question?
"It feels … a little strange, but also interesting."
The child's voice was Jing Jiu's, just a little immature.
The most important difference was that this voice wasn't made by the vibration of the air, but it could be heard clearly. It was more faintly discernible than ordinary voices, and it was somewhat similar to the celestial voice in human imagination.
"Is that so?" Shen Aoyama leaned forward slightly, a complicated expression in his eyes.
The child didn't say anything else. He raised his left foot shakily and took another step forward.
The moment the little foot, which seemed to be condensed from clear light, landed on the sand, countless thunders rang out in the sky.
Countless sword wills descended from the sky, gleaming with cold light and slashing toward the child.
No one fully understood what a soul was, but one thing was certain. It was a non-physical existence, or in other words, an existence that could not be called an existence.
If it was a flying sword, it naturally would not be able to hit the soul. However, the sword intent came from all living things and existed between reality and illusion.
Silently, a few waves on the beach broke, and several white marks appeared on the child's body.
Those white traces were not material. They should be some kind of spatial distortion that caused extremely small turbulence lines in the air.
The child looked down at his own body and touched it with his little hand.
But he touched nothing.
It was obvious that he was still adapting to this new and unfamiliar state.
The next moment, countless sword wills came from the sea and brushed against his body like a spring breeze.
Those white lines were instantly and gently wiped away.
The sword intent came from all things.
Everything in the Ancestral Star belonged to Shen Aoyama, but it could also belong to Jing Jiu.
No, all things were their own, they could only be used by these two people.
Jing Jiu was no longer under the control of the Inherited Heaven Sword. He was only a spirit, so he could naturally use the All Things Sword Formation. Perhaps it was because the spirit had a more direct connection with all things or for other reasons, but the speed at which he wielded his sword was even faster than Shen Aoyama's.
Several sword wills floated to the front of Shen Aoyama, blossoming like flowers. Jing Jiu silently returned a few blows.
Unexpectedly, he did not continue to attack Shen Aoyama. Instead, he lifted his other foot and clumsily tried to move forward again.
Even more unexpectedly, Shen Aoyama's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.
The child's third step was a bit unsteady and he almost fell. He spread his two thin arms and swayed for a long time.
It looked like he was dancing. It was very cute.
Shen Aoyama's expression was cold. The wheelchair he was sitting on took a step back soundlessly.
Why did Jing Jiu walk to the front of the wheelchair?
What was he afraid of?
The child continued to move forward.
There were no footprints left on the beach.
He walked more and more steadily, faster and more and more excitedly, as if he were dancing with joy.
It was like playing with the palace maid in the Royal Palace of Zhaoge City.
It was like playing with the All in One Sword on the peak of Shangde Peak.
Shen Aoyama's wheelchair kept moving backward, and it moved faster and faster, leaving a clear arc on the beach. Pah!!!
The wheelchair was stopped by a hard object, and it had already moved to the edge of the pond.
The fish in the pond were motionless, as if they were sealed in the blue glass, or hovering in the sky.
A few bamboo poles were stuck in the sand, their heads drooping weakly.
Sitting on a small stool, Hua Xi supported her chin with her hands, looking at the scene with a distant and bewildered expression in her eyes.
It was not that he had nowhere to retreat to when he reached the edge of the pond. With Shen Aoyama's magic power, he could make the wheelchair fly like in the movies. He could fly over the cliff mountains on the island, over the ocean, and over the incomplete moon.
But he knew that he couldn't retreat any further.
A gentle wind came out from his body, making those bamboo poles quiver slightly.
The fish in the pond seemed to come back to life.
Innumerable tiny glows came out from the sprays on the seashore.
A pure and powerful spiritual awareness enshrouded the whole planet.
Innumerable sword wills came out from everything, filling up the entire space like the invisible raindrops.
A young man walked out from the sky full of sword wills, wearing simple clothes and holding a hatchet in his hand. He looked like a woodcutter.
Shen Aoyama looked at the child in front of him and said, "Let's see which one of us can go further."
Having said that, the young woodcutter walked forward and hacked at the child's neck with his hatchet.
The hatchet fell soundlessly, and it didn't emit any glow, as if it didn't exist.
The young woodcutter wasn't an illusionary image condensed by the sword wills, but a manifestation of Shen Aoyama's spiritual awareness.
The All in All in One Sword Wills were fair to him and Jing Jiu, and both of them could use them. What mattered now was whether his spiritual awareness was stronger, or the spiritual soul of that child, Jing Jiu, was stronger.
The young woodcutter's hatchet didn't land on the child's neck.
The tip of the hatchet stopped when it was half a foot away from the child's fair skin.
Innumerable sword lights appeared on the surface of the Ancestral Star, followed by innumerable sword chimes.
The chimes of the swords didn't stop, sounding like thunder in everyone's ears, and also like the sunlight seeping through the clouds, shining on their hearts. No matter if it was Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui, or Tong Yan, none of them could withstand the pressure and fell to the beach.
The expressions of Peng Lang and Liu Shisui changed slightly, and they took a few more steps back into the sea, bringing up the splashing sound of water.
Not far away, the sunlight reflected by the surface of the sea turned into countless fine lines, intersecting with each other and bursting out fragmented lights like fireworks.
Some of the still fishes in the pond began to move, the sunlight reflected by their scales was also fragmented and dazzling. The coconut grove was no longer still, swaying along with the wind, shattering the sunlight and making everyone's vision a little uneasy.
Some of the waves collapsed like ice sculptures that had been defrosted, and the white lines inside floated up like catkins, or like a school of silvery fish that had suddenly leaped out of the distant sea.
Sword Immortal En Sheng wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, and turned to look at the depths of the sea, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Everyone present had the same feeling as him, because they were all sword practitioners and could understand what was going on.
The waves continued to melt, began to undulate, and slowly hit the beach.
Countless sword lights continued to shine, sword chimes continued to sound.
This planet had already become a world of swords, sword intent was everywhere.
There was no end to it.
There was no end to it.
There was no end to it.
…
…
No matter how beautiful the scene was, it could not attract everyone's attention for a long time.
En Sheng quickly turned his head and looked at the side of the pool.
Zhao Layue was staring over there, not leaving for even a moment.
Shen Aoyama sat in his wheelchair, his body slightly leaning forward, looking at the child in front of him.
The young woodcutter stood behind the child, holding the chopper in his hand, chopping down.
The child spread his arms, as if preparing to dance.
This scene was somewhat comical, but also seemed to have a lot of meaning, like an experimental play.
Everyone knew that beyond this scene, countless dangers were hidden.
Those dangers were on the island, and in the sky.
This battle was happening everywhere on this planet.
It could be a Mola Mola trying to kill a Silver Shrimp.
It could be a blade of grass trying to swallow a fly.
It could be a stone falling from the edge of the cliff, smashing the snow lotus below.
It could be that the fog in the mountains had just risen, and was about to be swallowed by the clouds.
No one knew whether the final winner would be the fog, the stone, or the shrimp.
The atmosphere was getting more and more tense.
Zhao Layue's face was getting paler and paler.
Because the light and shadow of the child were getting fainter and fainter, gradually merging with the surrounding environment.
That was a sign of the spiritual soul dispersing.
It was indeed difficult for the soul to exist alone in the material world for a long time.
Was this the price of freedom?
So this was Shen Aoyama's intention.
The wheelchair kept moving backward, and his spiritual consciousness came out of the sky full of sword intent, all to waste time.
Time was a real divine weapon, and also the thing that the child was most afraid of.
The chopper in the young woodcutter's hand slowly moved down, gradually approaching the child's neck.
The child's figure was getting fainter and fainter, as if it would disappear the next moment.
The next moment, he suddenly hummed a song with a childish voice.
"You are my heart, you are my lungs, you are my …"
Obviously, this was a terrible nursery rhyme.
The scene was really strange.
Accompanied by the chilling song, the child's body and feet also moved.
It was not dancing, but skipping.
There seemed to be an invisible line in front of the wheelchair, and his feet were constantly moving back and forth on that line.
Like a naughty grandson playing with his grandfather.
There was a clap.
The child jumped up and landed on Shen Aoyama's knee.
Standing on his knee, he was at the same level as Shen Aoyama.
The child looked into Shen Aoyama's eyes and happily said in a childish voice, "I won."
(End of this chapter)
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