Thinking has been stripped away, and consciousness has expanded with no beginning and no end, and has come to a new place.

The shattered, ransacked wasteland was crushed by some invisible giant, and the earth was so broken that it could only express a silent wail from the cracks in the surface.

A voice came from Yaoluo's side, it was a cold man.

"■■■■, do you remember ......"

"'Izumo', why do you want to forge a sword?"

His voice was a little tired, but it contained enough will to melt the hardest of steel.

After hearing the voice, Yao Luo's perspective shifted downward, and her slender wrist was equipped with rough skin that had been honed for a long time, and what she held was just a mediocre, ordinary blade.

On the cold mirror, reflecting the girl's hot eyes, it was a heart that was firmer than cast iron, and it was also the epitome of that era.

"It's ...... Her "first knife". ”

Yao Luo thought silently in his heart, he already had an answer to the owner of this body.

Behind him, there are thousands of strong people who, like him, have been tempered and tempered by the years, who have come to this former homeland, raised the blade in their hands, and are about to ...............

Swing your sword at the "Eight Million Gods".

It was a terrible war, and the bright red rain of blood poured down in the sky like the sky weeping.

Even the girl herself almost fell in the war.

There were 11,700 soldiers on the battlefield, and 11,700 "knives" were broken!

In exchange, it was only the corpse of the evil god "Dumu Kari", and it was also the first "Protector of the World".

The blood of more than 10,000 warriors, and the more, more that they once paid, are all fused with the sword, and the lost land needs blood and tears to cultivate.

After obtaining the first "sword", the country called Izumo is like being pressed the accelerator button, and the activity of hunting the gods is faster and faster, and the lives are paid more and more each time.

But people don't care, because, that's the only way, and the only way out.

With the forging of the "Sword of the World" one by one, everything seems to be better.

They have recaptured the land, the sky, the beautiful homeland, and everything they have lost, even if the price of all this is that one "knife" (man) after another has been broken.

The girl's perspective also flowed rapidly, and the knife in her hand changed one after another, until a purple blade forged by thunder became her long-used saber.

Its name is "Naru".

She wielded thunder and lightning on the battlefield, slayed evil gods with her comrades, and was admired by thousands of people, becoming an unparalleled hero.

It was the happiest years for a young girl, even if she later grew demon-like horns and was spurned by the world, she believed that no matter what the cost was.

"Izumo" is sure to win.

"It's ......... Her "second knife". ”

Yao Luo stood inside the girl, sharing the joys, sorrows and sorrows he had experienced with her, and he understood that the girl had been so hopeful and so eager to win.

In fact, as the battle continued to expand, Izumo almost completely won, and a full twelve evil gods were cut down from the sky, in exchange for a full twelve "Guardian Swords".

At this moment, Izumo folded the sword with seventy-three thirty-three swords.

……………

As the battle comes to an end, 12 warriors who share life and death with each other stand on the barren land and draw their swords to the sky, this time, they want to achieve complete victory, and they want to completely destroy the land called "Eight Million Gods" ——— Takamagahara.

Each of them is the most outstanding son of the times, and they are the epitome of the top that has condensed countless years, technology, and times.

No one thinks that they will lose, because once they fail, they will lose everything, all along, they have been chopping the territory with swords, building walls with flesh and blood, the will passed down from generation to generation, and the martial arts that have been painstakingly honed will all bloom at this moment!

Before the final battle began, a swordsman armed with the blade of "frost" approached the girl to share the joy and drink the sake of the cherry blossoms.

They made a pact that they would come here again to enjoy the cherry blossoms after the war was won.

If anyone falls in the war, bring her sword back here and bury him under the cherry blossom tree.

Because, when everything is peaceful, perhaps there will be no need for "knives" in this world, and there will be no need for people like them to wield knives.

With a smiling face, Yao Luo could feel that it was probably the happiest moment in the girl's life.

It's a pity that the girl never had a chance to fulfill this promise again.

They slaughtered all the way to the heavens, made the heavens cry blood, made the evil ghosts cry, and ran all the way to clear the universe.

In this way, they hold the hope of tomorrow and win one victory after another, until ............

"They were all broken!"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the empty wind swept through the sky of the entire planet.

People were wrong, from the start.

The enemy they will face is not an evil god, but an evil god.........

"Yourself".

This answer is simply insulting and defiling the hard work of all the sacrificed people and warriors!

At this moment, Izumo gave his all, casting twelve shō swords, and destroying them in an instant.

The cold male voice sounded in Yao Luo's ears again, his voice recounting the cruel truth, narrating a question that had no answer.

The knife was broken, the person was killed, and the girl who fell on the battlefield fell into despair again.

But in the end, she stood up.

Izumo Province folded 12 swords, and finally cast the "Negative World Sword", two names.

The first is the beginning.

The first is "the end".

Armed with a "third sword", a girl with two horns in her head and almost turned into a demon, swings the knife at her past in the homeland where she once had nothing, gained everything, and was destroyed again.

For her to get an answer, she has to get an answer.

Otherwise, everything that has supported her so far will become meaningless.

Friends, family affection, love, everything in the world must be cut off!

The blade slashed through the sky, destroying his hometown, slaying his best friend who was a demon, and killing another, like him, the man who carried everything on his back, the one who held the blade of the End.

Slash with your own hands!

Between the two planets orbiting each other, only the last two people remained, they fought each other and fought for fate, like two stars around the dark sun, they entangled, collided, and used all their strength to wave their knives mercilessly at their old friends.

Because, the one who is left to the end can define everything.

"Do you remember, 'Izumo', why did you cast a sword?"

The white-haired ghost, the voice that had been surrounding his ears, asked again.

However, when the blades of "beginning" and "end" collide with each other and finally turn into powder, the girl looks up to the sky, and finally, everything has an answer.

"For a 'lie'............"

All sounds, all lights, lost their color in the presence of "that" things.

It was a dark day, and the shadow he cast alone engulfed all existence.

Izumo, the home they have spent their entire lives, this land with no end in sight, is so small that people are speechless in the face of true "nothingness".

With the emergence of the final winner, the girl's "perspective" has finally risen to the scale of the universe.

Izumo and Takamagahara, the struggle between these two planets, made no sense from the beginning.

Because, no matter how much you struggle, no matter how many knives are born, that short, sharp flake will not be able to cut down something like that in the sky.

Knife, broken.

The blade of "Beginning" was already shattered the moment the white-haired ghost died, and this time it was the blade in the girl's heart.

Gravity began to take away everything around the girl, the planet was torn apart, time and space were distorted, and all the proof of existence would be gone.

Perhaps, in another 10,000 years, under the action of gravity, two stars around the dark sun will be created again, and when the time comes, everything will be reversed with time.

The one that is closer will become the new "Takamagahara", and the one that is farther away will be the next "Izumo".

As the white-haired ghost once said:

"The former "Takamagahara" may also be as beautiful as "Izumo."

"We have long since stepped into His shadow, for a non-existent end, for the casting of the last "sword" (man........."

Silence, eternal reincarnation, this world can be left to the girl, only the ruins of the upcoming reincarnation, if there is no change, such a story, will continue for thousands of years, ten thousand years, until the shadow of "nothingness" covers the entire universe.

Words have lost their meaning, memories are worthless, only bloody tears are drawn from the face of the girl, not from the existence called "Yellow Spring".

Huang Quan raised his sword-holding hand, which was empty and "full" like never before.

The power of the fate of "nothingness" has drowned everything, and these two planets are about to lose their color, lose their form, and lose the proof of their existence, just like the countless forgotten stars in the Milky Way.

And now, the last thing that needs to be cut off has clearly appeared in front of Huang Quan.

The "last knife" ——— "nothing", this handle also carried all the blood, picked up by Huang Quan,

The demon's horns faded, the green silk was soaked in snow-white, and between the two rounds of stars with no beginning and no end, Huangquan slashed the last sword towards Izumo, Takamagahara, and herself.

The sword light pierced the sky and slashed into the shadow of nothingness, and she did it, the red sword light instantly turned the two planets into the crumbs of the stars, into the tiniest dust, as if they had never existed.

The sad Eternal Tribulation Wheel Dance, the fate of the twin stars around the dark sun, is .........

Cut off by the Yellow Spring!

Even the deepest black could not engulf this ray of sword light, and the sword light of the past, flowing at this moment, swayed everything called "Izumo" into a vivid picture scroll, illuminating the entire Milky Way.

"Izumo" lives up to its existence, but the proof of its existence has been preserved, just like the color on the light of the Yellow Springs sword.

Now, there is one more person who has witnessed everything.

The life of the girl named "Yellow Spring", all her feelings, all her long-cherished wishes, and all her memories are incomparably clearly engraved in Yaoluo's mind, just as Yaoluo has personally experienced it.

Such a "memory" is absolutely unbearable even for a reminiscor like a black swan.

Because, "memory" seems to be ethereal, but in fact, it also has the concept of "weight".

Just imagine, if a ten-year-old child is instilled in his mind the memory of an immortal seed who has lived for a thousand years, will the inner spirit of this teenager be the memory of the ten-year-old or the long years of the thousand years? The answer is self-explanatory.

"How?"

An indifferent voice emerged from behind Yao Luo, it was the Huangquan in reality.

Yao Luo turned around, and his eyes became complex and changeable.

Because from this moment on, Huang Quan has no secrets in his eyes.

"You...... How much to see. ”

Being stared at by Yao Luo with complicated eyes, even if it was Huang Quan, she would be a little embarrassed, even if she wouldn't show it.

With that knife, she used all her strength, and as for how much Yaoluo could "see", she was actually not sure.

"All."

Yao Luo took a deep breath and answered truthfully.

"All......... Is it? ”

Huang Quan's eyes became a little confused, because, as time passed, the "Nothing" Destiny Path Walker would change in various ways.

Some people, their bodies disintegrate, and together with existence itself, distort and become nothing; Some people, with confused memories, often can't distinguish between themselves and others, and flow in a chaotic river; Some people.........

In short, if the current Huangquan does not hold the scabbard, everything around her will be the morning dew of the morning sun to her, and it will be forgotten as the sun rises.

Only the most vivid red in her life will not fade.

"You, will you continue walking?"

Yao Luo stretched out his hand, and a red umbrella was salvaged from the river of memory and handed to Huang Quan.

Huang Quan silently took it, this umbrella was the same as the one she remembered.

In this way, the two of them walked in a river of memory, and the surrounding scene was still the shining blood-colored galaxy.

Huang Quan's life, maintained by Yao Luo's power, appeared beside the two of them, within reach.

The color in Huang Quan's eyes became a little gentle, and she looked at the extremely clear pictures around her and responded.

"Yes, before this "color" called self disappears........."

"I will reach the end of nothingness (IX)."

The two of them walked and walked like this, but unfortunately, a person's memory, no matter how small or small, is still insignificant in front of the scale of the galaxy, even if that moment of light can illuminate the deepest darkness.

"You take this."

Huang Quan raised his head, after all, Yao Luo was close to two meters tall, and she needed to look up.

It was a shining crystal, the center of which was wrapped in multiple rectangular glasses, an extremely concentrated cone of light, exuding terrifying power.

Huang Quan looked at it for a moment, the things in it were the memories of her life, but she didn't expect Yaoluo to really turn all the memories into embodied existences.

"Life is like a white snowfield, no matter how far you step out, you will leave traces."

"The traces themselves have no meaning, they will soon be blown away by the wind and snow, but there are always some memories that can condense into eternal ice."

"People need something to deal with the 'blizzard', or you can call it 'nothingness'."

"That's my answer."

"No matter how many times you forget, I will condense this "memory" for you again, what has been lost once, should not be lost again."

"No matter what happens, I'm going to carry this memory, and all my other memories, with it until the end of my life."

"It's like everything is never forgotten."

Taking the light cone, Huang Quan placed it in his closest bosom, coexisting with the sword.

She knew that the man in front of her, even in the face of endless wind and snow, would struggle to the end, and he would even emit heat to try to light up the whole "night".

At this moment, there is no need to say more.

"Then ...... Let me accompany you on a little longer journey. ”

(End of chapter)