Chapter 1042: Following nature and conforming to nature is called virtue! (2)
come down.....
come down......
come down......
The feeling of weightlessness enveloped Lord, as if he had fallen into a black hole, experiencing the feeling of infinite falling.
In the end, I don’t know how long it took.
The endless falling disappeared, like a drowning person being picked up, and he experienced the sense of peace of mind again.
"This is...the next level?"
Lord opened his eyes and looked around.
I found myself lying on the beach, with rough and wet sand beneath me, and not far away was the endless sea, as clear as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky.
Wow. . . . .
Waves of waves hit the shore one after another, splashing the cool sea water, mixed with the comfortable sea breeze, and caressing his hair.
Quiet, peaceful and comfortable.
Different from the previous two worlds, this world made Lord feel very comfortable, and he even came up with the idea of staying here forever.
But the next second, this thought was extinguished by him.
If it were another time, he might be able to appreciate and experience this hard-won peace.
But right now, he has no time.
The upper level of mental space has been invaded by Sithorn's will. He doesn't know how long this level can last. He must end it all before it is irreversible.
"Oh, maybe I was born to work hard, and I am not blessed to endure this." Lord smiled mockingly, holding the moist and soft sand with one hand, and slowly stood up.
Looking back, I saw that in addition to the beach and the sea, there was also a long-abandoned city in the entire world.
"It seems that it should be there."
Without thinking, Lord walked towards the city. He had a hunch that the answer he was looking for was hidden there.
Along the way, the world was silent.
It was as if he was the only one left in the world, and apart from that, there was no other living thing. The lonely atmosphere permeated every air, which was a little unbearable.
Just imagine.
You have long been accustomed to the noisy sounds around you. If you are suddenly placed in a silent room that is completely isolated from the sound, it may be okay for a short time, but if it continues like this for a long time, anyone will be driven crazy.
Although Lord was not driven crazy, he was very agitated inside and could not calm down at all.
Fortunately, he was the God of Death after all, so he quickly adjusted his mentality and moved on. After a while, we walked into the abandoned city.
This abandoned city is full of ruins and ruins, with rubble and gravel lining the streets, giving it a scene after doomsday destruction.
Lord frowned slightly, stopped in front of a certain ruin, squatted down and observed carefully, touched a certain mark with his hand, and said to himself: "It was not destroyed by gunfire, but... Was it cut off with some kind of sharp weapon?"
The fracture of the boulder is as smooth as a mirror. It doesn't look like it was abandoned naturally. Instead, it looks like it was chopped off by someone with a knife.
"and......"
Lord frowned and rubbed the broken wound with his fingertips. A ray of blue spiritual power flashed and cut his finger, and bright red blood dripped.
"Is this...the remaining sword energy?"
In order to confirm his guess, Lord slowly stood up, walked to other places, squatted down and observed the touches, and the result confirmed his guess.
Not just this ruin...
In those ruins, there is still a trace of sword energy and familiar spiritual pressure.
There was no doubt that it was his reiatsu.
In other words, he was the culprit for the destruction of this city!
It was he who destroyed this city. Although he didn't know why, the remaining sword energy and spiritual power could not be faked.
Buzz buzz...
The remaining sword energy seemed to sense his presence and floated up from the ruins one after another, gathering like hundreds of rivers flowing back.
Streams of sword energy were like starlight, converging into a vast river of sword energy, bursting out of the sky in his eyes, and flying towards the deepest part of the city.
"Is it me?"
Lord took a deep breath and then looked towards the deepest part of the city: "It seems that only by going there can we know the answer to all this."
No matter what terrifying existence is left in the deepest part of the city, whether it is an enemy or an answer, he has to face it.
Because he has no way out.
Lorde walked unswervingly towards the deepest part of the city.
As he went deeper, he found that the traces left by the battle in the city became denser and more terrifying.
The remaining sword energy could cut his skin from a distance of dozens of meters even without him touching it.
Even more terrifying!
A gap of sword energy was imprinted on the space, flashing with magnificent azure brilliance, and a trace of residual power spreading around, like a storm, shattering everything that tried to get close.
Inaccessible, unable to look directly at.
The artistic conception of that sword was simply beyond imagination. Even after countless years, it still exuded a sharp aura.
Even at his peak, Lord asked himself, he was afraid that he would not be able to execute such an amazing sword.
The gap...is too big!
If I had to give an example, the gap in sword energy reminded Lord of the gap in swordsmanship between him and Mao Zhihua when they were sparring.
"The feeling of losing power is really uncomfortable." Lord smiled bitterly and shook his head, not approaching that area.
After all, he is just an ordinary person now, with some fighting experience. If he approaches that sword energy rashly, he will probably die ugly.
It's probably thinner than the meat dumplings in Guanxi...
Lord shook his head, throwing away his boring thoughts, bypassing the blue sword energy and continuing to move deeper.
Slashes like that sword energy can be seen everywhere in the depths, as if this level of sword energy is just done casually.
Lord was shocked, but then a question came to his mind.
"Why...from the beginning to the end, there is only one person's sword energy. Didn't the enemies who fought against him leave no traces?"
"Or..." Lord's eyes darkened and he said to himself: "These... are all the sword energy left by 'me'?"
The magnificent blue color reminded him of his other Zanpakutō.
The power of that knife can create this special mark.
After thinking about it, Lord came to the deepest part of the city, and his eyes suddenly became wider, but the sight shocked him a little.
There is a forest of swords, like tombs piercing the ground.
At a glance, it is impossible to count how many swords there are, like black tombs, exuding the breath of death.
In the center surrounded by countless sword tombs, a young man in ragged clothes sat cross-legged, holding a dark red long knife in one hand, his head hanging down as if dead.
The man seemed to sense someone, and slowly raised his head. A pair of dark red eyes filled with deathly silence showed a hint of joy.
Then, a hoarse voice sounded.
"You are finally back."
"I...we...have been waiting for you for a long time!"
"This time, let's end everything!"
