"Look, senior, the human world is so vast." Shangizumi murmured softly, "A warrior like me is so small."

Compared with those really important things, they are as small as dust!

Life is short.

From the moment he noticed his old age, he was in pain for it, struggling with all his might in every nightmare. After opening his eyes, he couldn't help but cry.

Power, material, wealth, class, honor, fame...

Too many precious things.

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

I spent my whole life with all my might, and I never wasted my day and night suffering, and crawled up with hope and ambition. But no matter how many achievements I have achieved and gained a high position, it is still just a drop in the ocean.

A person's life is a small life.

Born in crying, growing in pain, sagging in time, and eventually returning to death.

The beginning of everything is close to the end of everything.

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

There are too little wine and beauty, happiness and joy, fulfillment and peace, just like morning dew. When the tip of the tongue tastes the fragrance, it has turned into a bubble.

What followed was anger, greed, and why I couldn’t live forever!

And fear.

Death is close at hand, and time is not waiting.

I don’t want to die, don’t die, I can’t die, I hold the sword with all my strength and spend all my efforts to struggle, want to maintain my life, want to repay the kindness of the former emperor, and want to make the shameless barbarian retreat.

When it came to my senses, everything was over.

But everything has nothing to do with yourself.

The creation of life and the real great cause are nothing more than dust. The kindness of the last emperor has long dissipated in the wind with time, and even the barbarian has already committed suicide and been trapped in a cage.

But from beginning to end, I seemed... just waiting.

Didn't do anything?

How shameful!

After finding so many high-sounding excuses and reasons, I used all my energy to deceive myself, but in the end I found that at best, I was just meaningless and lingering!

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

But it's just the same, wasting time.

Just like a ghoul, enjoying the dedication of his descendants and descendants, he was so at ease that he could not stay there until one day, even he forgot his appearance, gradually becoming unrecognizable and no longer dignified.

Until it became another monster that was no longer Uchizumi.

Why can't you face your own results upright?

All things die, and death is indeed terrible.

Even if I have been rejecting it with sword for so many years, when I was late at night, when I thought that this body would return to the dust, I couldn't help but want to shed two 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 reach my current level...

The road to the abyss is indeed great.

But no matter how long the search is, for those who seek the Tao, if the height has not risen by an inch, then they will only be damaged in the darkness.

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

Everything is good, as long as it is not wasted.

Now, he should have the final result.

"Does eternal pursuit of the peak of swordsmanship? It sounds so good."

Uchizumi shook her head regretfully, "It's a pity that there is no need at all."

The pinnacle of kendo?

That kind of thing has long been under my feet!

Why waste time?

"Let's go, myself."

He smiled and sighed.

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

The heretic king subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to cover the non-existent blade.

But the sword blade did not come to this place, but... fell on Shangquan himself!

A clear crack emerged from the phantom.

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

At that moment, not only here, but outside the chessboard, cards were quickly broken and disappeared in Nakajima's hands... The glory of the life of the Hanamichi, the peak of everything witnessed in the world, all the records about him, including copies, turned into ashes.

drift.

Not only here, but also in the present and borders, Huangquan Biliangsaka, Yingzhou, and even Rome, Dongxia, Egypt... All memories of Shangquan are quickly blurred and yellowed, and all the records on the pages disappear without a trace. Instead, they are other complex and wonderful stories.

Apart from the fact that few people still retained evidence of his existence, they only left the last temple and a gentle hug for their granddaughter.

In this way, he said goodbye to everything quietly.

Finally, nodded to the heretic king.

"Farewell forever, senior."

The high-spirited swordsman smiled freely and looked ahead.

"Death is terrible."

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

At that moment, his end, died from his death, turned into a dark road, and emerged from his feet.

In this way, he took steps and walked proudly towards his end.

After passing through the broken battlefield and countless other deaths, I finally passed by Huai Shi and finally reached the end of the road. In that eternal darkness, there was a solemn outline faintly emerging.

As if I had been waiting for a long time, I nodded slightly to him.

Perhaps, this is death.

The last time, he raised an invisible balance towards him.

"You have been waiting for a long time."

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

Then, from the other end, he took the sword that was granted to himself.

In his hands, the sword blade he exchanged for his life sings silently, just like a flame, conveying his loneliness and expectations.

Why do you need to seek external things? The upper spring?

You have always been with you in this long and tormenting life.

This is the final outcome, the result you have made in your life.

This is you!

The moment he realized the truth, Kamizuki couldn't help but be happy for this wonderful understanding and arrangement.

Cheers for the gift of destiny.

"It was so long that I delayed such a long time in vain... It turned out that my life actually existed for this moment?"

There was no depression or regret, but full of gratitude to express my final gratitude to everything.

Very good, very good, no, it's perfect!

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

"So, please witness me, death"

At that moment, Shangquan laughed loudly, drew his sword, and slashed towards the nothingness in front of him, towards the world in front of him: "I will be entrusted to this sword for the rest of my life!"

There is no sound of wind and no cold light.

There is nothing.

The blade of nothingness was cut from this real and difficult-to-distinguish between reality and reality, and was nothing fancy, like an ordinary Ji Gu and Su Zhen, and even any mystery did not exist on it.

It's just an ordinary one, Tang Zhu.

So, put the sword into the sheath.

He closed his eyes, focused, and listened.
To be continued...