Chapter 876 Pure Void and Pure Death

Hongjiang felt that he was sinking in the darkness, being gradually swallowed by it, but he had no way out.

Suddenly, he stopped falling. Although there was still endless darkness all around, he felt a sense of solidity.

The flickering firelight ignited little by little, and a dim corridor gradually emerged in front of him. It was unclear which end of the corridor was the front and which was the back, but both ends seemed to have no end.

Hongjiang walked directly in the direction he was facing. The candlelight on both sides could not completely illuminate the corridor, and most of it was still in darkness.

When he stepped from the firelight into the darkness again, pictures suddenly flashed on the left and right. They were two newly born children, squinting their eyes and opening their mouths wide as if they were crying.

Hongjiang continued to walk forward, and the picture disappeared at the candlelight, and gradually emerged in the darkness, but it changed its appearance.

The pictures on both sides seem to be the growth experiences of two children. The child on the left gradually grows up in a cradle full of modern atmosphere. With the change of seasons, the clothes on his body also change from thin to warm. His growth seems to be a matter of course, ordinary but surrounded by love.

The child on the right grows up on a thin back, with an old and dilapidated house beside him. Even when he grows up, no matter how the seasons change, he only has a thin linen clothes full of patches. He struggles to find food and water every day to survive. It is hard but also surrounded by love.

Hongjiang began to understand that this is clearly the life trajectory of him in his previous life and the butterfly tomb before crossing.

So is it a revolving lantern?

And at that time, the two eyes behind me, full of simple and contradictory emotions, gradually separated. As they gradually disappeared in the white darkness, one candle after another was lit again.

The butterfly tomb on the left still looks like a child. I am still working hard to survive. Life is even more difficult than before, because in an incident of virtual invasion, my father and mother were fortunately killed. My eyes were full of fatigue, that was the end of the days of living without knowing why.

So the road I walked was wrong as soon as it ended. Although it was just a big mistake, as time went by, it was still a thousand miles away from its essence.

There was no trace of relief in my eyes. I persisted for so long, worked so hard for so long, and wandered for so long. Finally, I couldn't close my eyes and rest badly.

Those were a pair of contradictory eyes. They would be melancholy, calm, and afraid. At the same time, they would be indifferent, fearful, and numb to life. Those were the eyes of Diezhong Hongjiang.

I finally couldn't go to reunite with my father and mother.

Everything was still unclear. Hongjiang had always been developing the power of the god of death, but he never thought that he himself had the power of the void, and that part of the power had not been discovered or even developed by me.

Hongjiang's heart was mixed, but he continued to walk back. These two heart-wrenching pictures were in front of me. Smiling in the white darkness, I once again came to the swaying halo of the candlelight.

The Kagami without static recording represents stillness, the death that makes everything still, that is the Zanpakutō of the god of death.

Isn't that the feeling of dying?

The two of them merged into one at this incredible time and in an incredible place, creating the most perfect hollow god of death, and the most perfect hollow of the god of death.

I continued to walk, Hong Jiang on the right had not grown up and walked out of the campus, my eyes were full of expectations for the future, there was no small ambition, only the desire for happiness and joy.

The butterfly mound on the left finally insisted on going up. This was a group of villains who broke into the farther Rukongai. They were no different from the hollows and wanted to eat my kind. Although I escaped from our hands with all my might, I didn't insist on going up when I returned to this broken home.

But that time, when I was about to take a step, the candles on both sides went out together. The two pairs of eyes that were still imprinted in my mind, eyes full of hope and resignation and eyes full of relief and liberation, quickly overlapped behind me and became a new pair of eyes.

So the one who controls thoughts and guides behavior is Hongjiang, who is in a sense a virtual one, and the one who comprehends the way of ghosts and shows his talent is Diezhong, the purest god of death.

Diezhong lies behind my parents' graves. Although there is no trace of my parents outside, it contains my memories.

I just lay there, breathing more and more powerful, but a smile appeared on my numb face.

Finally, Hongjiang saw this day. The me on the right, who represents the future, covered my heart, sweating and happy, and fell under the table, but there was no one around. There was no desire for the future in my eyes, and I didn't understand that I was lucky and couldn't stop Gan. The wailing I made was a cry for help, and my heart was full of desire for life!

If you want the Moon Scythe Spirit Cut to exert its full power, you must first let the Armor Ghost exert its full strength. Only when the two are separated can they show their most essential and purest power.

The training is officially over.

I have a life after a complete stagnation, and I have no pure death that has not yet come to me. I have two souls, but the one that belongs to Chou Tsuka has not yet completely merged with death, and will interfere with my thoughts and compete with me for something, because what Hongjiang desires is exactly what Chou Tsuka has not given up.

And Yuegan Lingqi is actually not a Zanpakutō, but a blade that expels the power of death and returns to the essence of power!

I finally understood how I could defeat Yhwach, but it was too late. I had no way to break free from the road that suddenly came to an end. I woke up too late.

So the Moon Scythe Reikiri was not because of the understanding of the Kidō and the ability to achieve Bankai, but because of the understanding of the Kidō and the ability to complete the complete return to the Blade.

Hongjiang understood it completely at that moment. After the small battle with Yhwach, I had not seen the deeper Kidō, which was also the power closer to death.

Hongjiang also understood the reason for having two Zanpakuto. The two souls were one of the reasons, but the main reason was that the two souls represented two different powers.

It was just that it illuminated two roads that time, two seemingly the same but completely different roads, and Hongjiang could only choose one of them.

The unexpected peace and gentleness made people feel real.

Hongjiang continued to walk backwards. Although the people in the pictures on both sides were working hard, our goals and mentality were exactly the same. The person on the right smiled because of his great achievements, while the person on the left had achieved a small achievement like living, but his expression became more and more numb.

I understood the extreme desire for life and sacrifice, transcending time and space, and becoming one with a soul that calmly accepted death and enjoyed it. At that moment, a genius god of death was born.