The dream is the fragmented and lingering dream.

Walking in the middle of an incomparably long road, Xia Feng didn't know where he was going, no people, no sound, no scenery along the way, he just walked forward.

It's like, this road is the only way to go in his life.

In a trance, no one appeared, only an ethereal voice came.

"Where are you going?"

Xia Feng subconsciously replied.

"I don't know."

"If you don't know, why do you keep walking?"

"Because people always have to move forward, and only by moving forward can we see the future."

"And how can you be sure you've been moving forward?"

Hearing this, Xia Feng stopped violently.

There was no end in sight to the road ahead, or rather, on a path that would never change, he couldn't be sure if he was moving forward.

At this moment, a strong feeling of weightlessness came.

His feet left the ground, and the whole person floated lightly.

The perspective continues to rise, and the things you see are getting wider and wider.

His pupils gradually contracted, and he finally saw the path he had been walking completely.

This road turned out to be a circular closed loop.

The ethereal voice sounded again.

"If you can't get out of the established trajectory, the real future will never come, because the future is the past, the past, and the eternal."

This sentence has been echoing in Xia Feng's mind for a long time.

Suddenly, the path in sight disappeared, and in its place was darkness.

.....

.....

In the land of Nishikawa, the sun rises as usual.

The eastern sky revealed the morning sun, and the first rays of the morning sun shone on the face of the summer breeze.

Feeling the stimulation of the light, the senses of his body gradually recovered, and he opened his eyes.

As if the land as far as the eye could see had been swept by the shock wave of a nuclear bomb, all the grass and trees had disappeared, and a huge crack with no end in sight stretched across the land.

Sitting up from the ground with his body propped up, Xia Feng's palm touched a hard object. Lowering his head, it was the Red Demon Sword that fell beside him.

Soon, his consciousness became clearer, and he remembered everything that had happened before he fell unconscious.

....

This is the area of the natural disaster where he and Sakura Wulan will finally fight, but at this moment, the natural disaster has completely disappeared, except for the broken earth, the natural disaster has not left a single shadow.

This is unusual.

Based on past experience, after a natural disaster, the area becomes a highly dangerous area filled with source stone materials, and the continuous growth of source stone clumps will continue to grow in various corners for several months.

But now, the natural disaster is gone, and with it, all traces related to the natural disaster have disappeared, and there is not even a trace of source stone fluctuations in the air.

Obviously, the final burst of black power absorbed all the energy of the entire natural disaster, and the appetite was so great that there was not even a drop of soup left.

....

As the inheritor of the black and white twin, Xia Feng could clearly feel the change in power.

Because the seal of the River Styx was broken, the frozen cycle of operation began to continue to flow, and at this moment he had broken through the 31st day of the black power and reached the 32nd day.

And the black power on the 32nd day did not continue to eat away at his body after absorbing all the source stones, but subsided on its own, which is all the white power that has returned to play a role.

However, the white power can make the black power fade, but it can't reset the running cycle, because the power is too strong.

Just like a pawn in chess, his running cycle only advances and does not retreat, as long as he goes up, he can't go down.

The next time he induces the Black Power, he will start counting from the 32nd day.

Two words.

It's terrifying.

.....

The morning sun rose, and the bright sunlight shone on Xia Feng's face, making him feel the warmth he had not felt for a long time.

Picking up the Red Demon Sword on the ground, he stood up.

After careful examination, there were no scars left on the body, except for tattered clothes, all the wounds in the battle were healed by the white power.

The only regret is that his lost right eye has not recovered.

If you think about it, what he had already lost when the white power returned, perhaps he was excluded from the "warranty period".

But it doesn't matter.

For such a long time, he has long been accustomed to seeing things with one eye, and wearing a handsome blindfold will not affect his handsome appearance, but will add a touch of mystery.

Of course, this is his own feeling, and others don't know it if they don't find it mysterious.

.....

"Big windmill!"

The sound of the tortoise's urgency came from afar.

Xia Feng turned around and saw that in the direction of the Nishinomiya family's mansion, a small figure staggered into the swept natural disaster area.

Seeing Xia Feng standing there intact, Turtle's expression immediately changed from infinite worry to joy.

"Big windmill, you're alright!"

Xia Feng thrust the Red Demon Sword back behind his back in a dashing manner, and raised his scissor hand at the turtle with a smile.

"Fire Feather Xia Feng won't die, brother won!"

After running closer, the turtle hugged Xia Feng's waist.

"The windmill is amazing, yes!"

.....

He fulfilled his agreement with Qiancai, and when the sun rose, the land of Xichuan would never be trampled on by foreign enemies again.

Back at the Nishinomiya family's mansion, everyone looked at him like a monster.

Xigong Ling looked like he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, poking his head out like a turtle prime minister.

"That...... Your Excellency Xia Feng, you ..... last night"

Xia Feng sat on a chair in the main hall, picked up a cup of tea that I don't know whose it was, and then wiped his mouth.

"Oh, I had a fight with that sword god last night, and it was very enjoyable."

Everyone in the room held their breath, and Xigong Ling continued to ask.

"And the result? Who won? ”

Xia Feng furrowed his eyebrows and replied very angrily.

"Master Ling, aren't you talking nonsense, who else won? Do you say, am I a ghost? ”

Xigong Ling waved his hand again and again.

"No, no, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to ask, what happened to that Sakura Wulan in the end?"

"Dead."

"Dead ..... He's dead? ”

"Yes."

"How did you die?"

Xia Feng put down the teacup, and his voice was understated.

"I hacked him to death with a sword."

....

Although this sentence was said very easily, Xia Feng's eyes revealed a complicated melancholy.

In the final analysis, he and Sakura Wulan have no deep hatred at all, it can be said that there is no injustice and no hatred, this duel is different from all the battles he has experienced before, there is no hatred in the process, only sincere fighting intentions.

Recalling the last time Sakura Wulan stared at him, to be honest, his heart was shaken.

But at that moment, everything could not be stopped, Sakura Takeran's death was already doomed, and in this case, he could only send off this fateful enemy with the highest respect.

It seems that no one in this world can understand Sakuratakeran's choice, not even his grandfather Sakuratake Juyaro.

However, he seemed to understand something.

In his opinion, Ying Wulan is like a stubborn middle two patient.

Without any city or strategy, Sakura Takeran is just immersed in her own world and walks through life in the way she thinks is right.

...

In retrospect, if he hadn't slashed Lentinium City with a single sword, the fates of him and Sakuratakeran would never have intersected at all.

If he hadn't stayed in Dongguo after assassinating Frey, Xia Feng would not have been involved in this dispute.

If nothing happened, maybe in a few years, he could have a drink with Sakura Takeran, who had met late, somewhere in this world, like a friend.

....

Now, the dust has settled and it's all over.

But Xia Feng couldn't help but think.

If time had come all over again, would the story of Dongguo have a different ending?