Chapter 1176 The Final Intention

"Look, senior, the human world turns out to be so vast." Shangquan murmured softly, "A warrior like me is so small."

Compared with those really important things, it is as small as dust!

Life is too short.

From the moment he realized he was getting old, he had been suffering from this, struggling with all his strength in every nightmare, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but want to cry.

Power, material, wealth, class, dignity, fame...

So many precious things.

This world is too huge, so huge that it makes people despair.

Trying your best to spend your life, suffering day and night without wasting a moment, crawling upward with expectations and ambitions in your heart, but no matter how many achievements you have made and you have achieved a high status, it is still just a drop in the ocean.

Human life is a small life.

Born from crying, growing from pain, decaying from time, and finally, dying.

The beginning of everything is the end of everything.

It's so fast that people can't react.

Wine and beauties, happiness and joy, contentment and tranquility are all too little. Like morning dew, when the tip of the tongue tastes that wisp of fragrance, it has already turned into nothing.

What follows is anger, greed, and hatred of why I can't live forever!

And fear.

Death is close at hand, and time waits for no one.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I can't die, I hold the sword with all my strength, and struggle with all my heart and soul, I want to maintain my lifelong foundation, I want to repay the kindness of the former emperor, I want to let that shameless barbarian People retreat when faced with difficulties.

When God comes over, everything is over.

But everything has nothing to do with yourself.

A lifetime of creation and true greatness are nothing but dust. The kindness of the late emperor has long since dissipated in the wind with time. Even the barbarian has committed suicide and is trapped in a cage.

But from beginning to end, it seemed like... I was just waiting.

You didn't do anything?

How shameful!

I made so many high-sounding excuses and reasons, and tried my best to deceive myself, but in the end I found that at best, I was just clinging to life in a meaningless way!

Even if you give yourself eternal life, will it make any difference?

But it's just the same, wasting time.

Like a ghoul, enjoying the dedication of his heirs and descendants, he stayed there with peace of mind, until one day, even he forgot his own appearance, and gradually became unrecognizable and lost his dignity.

Until he turned into another monster that was no longer Shangquan.

Why can't you face your own consequences with dignity?

All things die, and death is indeed terrible.

Even though I have resisted it with swords for so many years, in the dead of night, when I think of this broken body returning to dust, I can't help but want to shed a few tears.

But the basis for the existence of all things in the world is death.

It is precisely because of the foundation of death that I can climb to where I am now...

The road to the abyss is indeed far and wide.

But no matter how long the search is, for the seeker, if the height has not risen an inch, then he is just wandering in the darkness.

People come to this world not to die, but to do something.

Whatever you do is fine, as long as you don't waste it.

Now, he should have reached the final result.

"Chasing the peak of swordsmanship forever? That sounds great."

Shangquan shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that it's not necessary at all."

The pinnacle of swordsmanship?

That kind of thing is already at your feet!

Why waste any more time?

"Let's go, myself."

He smiled and sighed.

At that moment, a clear cry sounded from the wind.

The Heretic King subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the non-existent sword blade.

But the sword blade never came here, but... fell on Shangquan himself!

A clear crack emerged from the phantom.

The phantom quickly blurred, and along with the last obsession, it was destroyed!

At that moment, not only here, but also outside the chessboard, in Nakajima's hand, cards were rapidly shattering and disappearing... The glory of Shangquan's life, the pinnacle witnessed by everything in the world, all about All records of his events, including copies, were reduced to ashes.

drift.

Not only here, but also in the current environment and borders, Huangquan Hiraban, Yingzhou, and even Rome, Eastern Xia, Egypt... All the memories about Shangquan are quickly blurring and turning yellow, and all the records on the pages are gone. Disappeared without a trace. In their place are other complex and wonderful stories.

Except for a few people who still have evidence of his existence, only the last dojo and the gentle hug given to his granddaughter are left.

In this way, say goodbye to everything quietly.

Finally, he nodded to the Heretic King.

"Farewell, senior."

The high-spirited swordsman smiled freely and looked forward.

"Death is terrible."

He said, "I'm going to die."

At that moment, his end, his death, turned into a dark road, emerging from under his feet.

Just like that, he took steps and walked proudly towards his end.

After passing through the broken battlefield, passing through countless other deaths, and finally passing by Huai Shi, I finally reached the end of the road, where in the eternal darkness, the solemn outline emerged faintly.

As if waiting for a long time, she nodded slightly towards him.

Perhaps, this is death.

For the last time, the invisible scales were raised towards him.

"Excuse me for waiting."

Shangquan smiled and devoted his life as light as a feather to it.

Then from the other end, he took the sword that was given to him.

In his hand, the sword he had spent his entire life vibrating silently. Like a flame, it conveys its own loneliness and expectations.

Why should we ask for external things anymore, like Shangquan?

In this long and torturous life, you have always been with the sword.

This is the end result, the fruit of your life.

This is yourself!

The moment he realized this truth, Shangquan couldn't help but rejoice at this wonderful understanding and arrangement.

Cheers to the gift of destiny.

"I have delayed it for such a long time in vain... Did my whole life actually exist for this moment?"

There is no frustration, no regret, but full of gratitude to express my final thanks to everything.

Very good, very good, no, just perfect!

For a warrior like me, there is no better arrangement than this!

"Then, please witness me, death -"

At that moment, Shangquan laughed loudly, drew his sword, and slashed towards the void in front of him and the world in front of him: "My whole life depends on this sword!"

There was no sound of wind, no cold light.

Nothing at all.

The blade of nothingness cuts through this realm where reality is difficult to distinguish. There is nothing fancy about it, just like a mediocre Jigu and Suzhen. There is not even any mystery in it.

Just ordinary, Tang Zhu.

If so, sheath the sword.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and listened.

I heard the birds flying in the wind disappearing, the stars in the night sky shining, and the wind blowing from afar seemed to carry a familiar song.

The light footsteps echoing in the alleys, the rain falling from the eaves, the moss in the corners of the stone Buddha's eyes, the dusty temples, the empty and clean dojo.

Those uniform shouts.

The echo of boiling in the cauldron, the steam rising from the tea cup.

And the sweet murmur of the sword as it was sheathed.

Those distant past, those achievements that he had devoted his life to, that bright and beautiful world, and the countless victories that are engraved in his heart...

Everything seems to be gradually going away.

Only the crisp sound echoed in my ears.

When the wind that came from nowhere swept across the battlefield, and when Huai Shi woke up from his momentary trance, he heard the vast low voice that echoed between heaven and earth.

The palm blocking the front of the Nautilus suddenly stopped and was crushed into pulp under the impact of the battleship.

The battleship turned into a sharp blade and moved straight forward, spurting out flames.

Penetrating into the cracks.

Completely crucify Gaia in darkness!

Just above the sky...

Under the suppression of the World Tree, straight slashes belatedly appeared on the solemn and shining ring of rebirth above Gaia's head.

The God's Wedge, which re-established the authority of the Earth Mother and reborn the elements of destruction, ushered in the Shattered Destruction!

This is the last gift left by the Sword Master to the world.

Accompanied by death for a long time, experienced countless struggles and destruction, witnessed countless fights within the fragments, and at the end of death, the swordsmanship once again climbed to an unprecedented level!

Using this insignificant soul as a carrier, I finally touched the power of the essence of death...

Use your own death to merge with the oldest rules of the present world.

Finally, use your own soul to cut off Gaia's soul!

——Jiyi·All things will perish!

And in the darkness, the chirping of the sword gradually dissipated.

Shangquan closed his eyes with satisfaction and listened quietly as the last lingering sound disappeared without a trace, walking towards the deepest part of the darkness and never looking back.

In this way, under the invitation of death, he embarked on a long road.

He originally thought that all this would be so lonely, but in the darkness with no end in sight, lights lit up, illuminating the way ahead for him.

Those swordsmen who had passed away, those students who were taught by him personally, held lanterns and candles, smiled, bent down, and offered greetings to the teacher.

"You have worked hard!"

Kamizumi was shocked, scratched his face, and looked at the familiar faces, Domoto, Suzuki, Seto, Oda, Sasaki... He was obviously an old man, but for some reason, he suddenly became shy.

Even though it is difficult to tell whether it is real or an illusion, I still want to cry for this reunion.

"Everyone, it's been a long wait."

He bent down and returned the greeting gratefully.

In this way, they hugged, talked and laughed, shoulder to shoulder, and walked on the long road.

Moving forward on the rugged road feels like climbing over mountains and crossing the wilderness. The beautiful journey never ends.

Until finally, the darkness disappeared without a trace.

All the gloom is gone.

The splendid sea of ​​silver light illuminated his eyes, the sound of the tide echoed in his ears, and the waves covered his feet.

The brightly lit world, the sparkling night sky, and this endless sea of ​​destination...

"It's so beautiful."

He closed his eyes.

This was the end of the Juggernaut.

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When the ring of rebirth full of cracks ushered in the fall, everything in the world seemed to fall into silence. Countless dazzling light fragments fell from the huge God's Wedge and returned to the world with the power of Gaia.

Just under the penetration of the Nautilus, the element of destruction let out its final cry.

Like a whimper.

In this way, Gaia's elegy dissipated into her own demise.

Only at that last moment, the blurry face in the cage seemed to lift up, its dim pupils staring at the nautilus that penetrated the heart.

It was like being able to see Huai Shi's face stained red with blood.

It was hard to tell whether that look was one of hatred or compassion.

Only the hallucinatory sigh disappeared into the darkness.

Within the blockade of the World Tree, Gaia's body completely disintegrated - the out-of-control source material, the lifeless power, and even Gaia's gradually dissipating instincts all turned into pure flames and spread.

Unstoppable light and waves spread.

If the origin of the world is a big bang, then the destruction of the world is also the same!

With the fall of Gaia, the power that lost its authoritative control ushered in the purest annihilation, and finally formed a terrifying scale similar to astronomical phenomena.

Cover everything!

Everything that had been ravaged was swallowed up by the torrent, and the indiscriminate light and heat formed a tide of destruction, covering all directions.

Even in the palace at this moment, the chessboard began to tremble violently, unable to carry too much power, and broke away from all control and restraint.

"It's now."

In the hospital, the dean picked up the intercom and calmly informed the other end: "Execution number C761 plan."

When an order is given, it is followed to the letter.

In an instant, above the infinite depth, within the dark blockade of hell, the current situation suddenly glowed with bright light - the second blockade, the Rainbow Bridge, was activated!

The brilliant light is like a pillar, breaking through the blockade of countless depths and extending into the abyss.

After accumulating momentum for a long time, it was activated at full power at this moment, passing through countless barriers and obstacles, penetrating all obstacles, and flying towards the deepest part of hell, towards the predetermined coordinates.

Falling from the sky.

Momentarily, anchoring the fragments.

It's like a palm holding the chessboard.

The moment the dust settled, he took action without hesitation, leaving no room for extraneous matters, and even left the so-called etiquette and procedures behind.

Be pulled out of the abyss together with everything in it!

But everything came to an abrupt end in an instant.

At the other end of the chessboard, there are two fingers gently pinching together, like a tug of war, wrestling with the entire situation, causing the fragments to stay in place without any wavering!

"Are you so impatient? Ah, he is quite impatient in his current situation."

On the throne, the monarch smiled mockingly and suddenly asked: "But, isn't it a little too early to call it an end now?"

"after all--"

He paused and looked down at the chessboard:

"The aftermath is not over yet."