The spread of the Konghua Realm completely disappeared, and the Bright Light State returned to its original appearance. The melee on this day left the most beautiful land in Hezhu devastated, and everyone had to leave first to calm the chaos.
In this unprecedented melee, a whole night passed. The sky is now slightly white, and dawn will arrive soon. Gongsun Ce sat on the white platform in the air, watching the people's backs as they walked away one by one. He should have been the first seriously injured person to go back to rest, but thanks to the "immortality" power of the Holy Fire Armor, he now does not feel physical fatigue, only mental exertion. He insisted on staying here until the end, believing it was his duty.
"It's going to be over soon, Ce." Alandia said, "We'll finish repairing the land in the Bright Light State and then go back to the ship to rest."
"okay."
Gongsun Ce answered casually, feeling somewhat inexplicably calm. The Knight of Dawn was busy planning and correcting the spell with white matter. He looked at it for a while and suddenly asked: "Alandia, there are still some things I can't figure out clearly."
"maze."
"Yes, what is the meaning of that maze? Why did I meet the people I killed with my own hands in it?"
"The maze represents your hesitation, which is the side of your desires hidden deep in your heart." Alandia said, "You have killed many people so far. You know they must die, but you also feel that if everything changes again, Come, there is room for redemption for them.”
So, he met his former enemies in the maze. So, he would be in a maze. That is the desire hidden deep in his heart...
"Can everyone get the ending of redemption?" Gongsun Ce smiled bitterly, "I am also a naive guy."
"But you didn't meet Situ Yi."
"That's good. This means that I have no idea that he can be saved. It seems that I am still far away from the Holy Mother." Gongsun Ce smiled, "Some people must die, and temporary manifestations can be allowed, but they are never allowed. They truly come to life.”
Gongsun Ce stopped talking and sat cross-legged on the white platform, staring at the white sky for a long time. Many people and many things were intertwined in his mind, but they did not bring any confusion and worry, but instead flowed through slowly like a stream. The old leader, Criqui, Queen, Morton, the origin of permanent law, the love that treats everyone equally, the sadness that arises from it... the cowardly man who controls everything in the theater, and his desperate howl before his death.
"...We have avenged everyone, Alandia." Gongsun Ce said, "We killed our enemies, right?"
Alandia sat down next to him and returned a calm smile.
"Yes Ce, revenge is over."
Just like every time she finds a clue, just like every time she makes an inference, her words set the truth without any omissions. Gongsun Ce recalled the expression on Shigure Reiichi's face when Shigure Genya died. It was only then that he truly understood his friend's state of mind at that time. There is no ecstasy, let alone emptiness. It is a task that you have been carrying for a long time, and now you have finally completed it with your own hands. You can take a break, you can look away, you can look to a higher place...
Set off from the past and move forward.
The strong desire for expression comes from the heart, and it comes naturally like a literati who has accumulated a lot of experience in writing. He spread his hands, letting the nirvana turn into a gray arrow, the white matter molding into a slender arrow body, and the black and red calamity fire lock into the long sword like a core, providing the power that will eventually explode. This is a unique skill in which the Twin Stars are destroyed and can only be shot as long arrows due to their excessive power. But now Gongsun Ce has a completely new experience. He can control his own emotions and his own strength. He can hold hatred steadily in his hands. That was a skill that Alandia had taught him personally, through getting along with him along the way, and through the last sword the two of them made together.
So the long arrow was alienated in the burning, and was reforged into a brand new sharp blade according to Gongsun Ce's preference. It became a giant sword as tall as an ordinary person. The pitch-black blade was bold and cold, with a dark red glimmer sealed in the middle. It was not aggressive but quiet and calm, like the lava flowing quietly under the obsidian mountain.
Gongsun Ce raised the giant sword and placed it on his knees. He brushed the flame marks in the center of the sword with his fingertips, and many memes came to him at his fingertips and were integrated into the sword according to his feelings and thoughts. He tapped the giant sword lightly, and the blade of the sword vibrated, as crisply as the sound of wind chimes in the summer wind.
"What's its name?" Dawn Knight asked.
"The Seal of Absolute Hatred: Twin Stars Turning to Destruction." Gongsun Ce said, "A blow that cuts off hatred."
He smiled in relief and threw the giant sword high into the air. A giant gray hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and the ashes humanoid stepped out of the burning mandala and added the sixth seal to the scroll. At this point, the inner circle and outer square mandala is finally complete, and the gray flames are burning and rising, like countless lotus flowers blooming. The six-armed figure moves its arms and legs as the scroll evolves, like an immortal stepping on fire and dancing wildly and mysteriously.
But Gongsun Ce didn't look anymore. He stared at the sky for a long time, waiting for the moment of dawn in the long night. All the experiences along the way flashed in his mind like sparks. He thought about the cities and wilderness he had passed through during the journey, the legends of the saints' pilgrimage, the mediocre men who lamented because of boundaries, and the curious women who achieved eternity in the past. He thought of people who shined like gold, of men who were as sinister as sneaky, of lust and silence, of the wonderful paradise that should not exist.
The memories are mixed with tiny bits of fire, like an interlude under the main theme. They are Crikey's dagger, McCullough's flames, and the Silent King's black sword. Their considerations, confusions and choices melted with the fire and flowed into his heart, encouraging him to draw his own conclusions and make his own choices.
"...You know, Alandia." Gongsun Ce said slowly, "We have witnessed so many things along the way, and I have some vague ideas. I think I can understand the King of Silence, but her thoughts are not wrong."
"Why?" Alandia asked.
"Long-term solidification will inevitably bring about stagnation, and rigid ideals will eventually lead to sadness. The price of achieving eternity is to fix the self at that moment, but the changes in the world have made great changes, and that will be the eternity of the past, a faded dream. No matter how noble the starting point is , No matter how rigorous the plan is, one person's wild imagination will never be able to catch up with time and all sentient beings."
Gongsun Ce felt that his thoughts were getting clearer, and he couldn't help but speak faster: "The civilized front set up thousands of years ago has now become a shackles for the United Nations; the vortex of zero island punishing evil has instead cultivated the nest of evil people; the realization of all living beings The paradise of prayer has also become a refuge for madmen. Therefore, the dream has aged and has become a prison of reality. The destruction of constant principles is the right decision. The unchanging world is like a pool of stagnant water. How can there be light and hope without smashing it? hope!"
The ashes figure in the mandala accelerated the speed of its dance, and its movements gradually deviated from the etherealness of a celestial being, becoming as frantic as a demon heretic. The gray mandala was dyed black and red with the calamity flames at this moment. The complicated and evolving picture did not look like a new world, but rather like a calamity sweeping through the world, burning with fire.
It was no longer a picture of an immortal, because he knew that what he was seeking was not transcendence. A scowl appeared on the face of the ash humanoid, and cold murderous intent overflowed as it danced. It was aimed at the annihilation of all life. Its dance would make the world dyed black and red with contaminated blood!
"So, do you want to become the enemy of the world?" Alandia asked.
Gongsun Ce was still sitting cross-legged, his face calm and peaceful. He thought about the enemies he had encountered along the way, the dead he had killed with his own hands.
"If all sentient beings are burned up, what difference will there be between me and the eternal principle? However, the salvation of universal love is the source of disaster. Some people's wishes should not be realized, and hopeless villains should not live in the world. Therefore, the duty of eradicating evil is completed, and the guilty must be punished. My flame exists to burn away evil, and my sword is forged to protect all living beings. This is the destruction of glory, this is the destruction of glory, this is a necessary evil, the devil of impermanence! "
The appearance of the ashes humanoid changed according to Gongsun Ce's words. At first, he grew long and treacherous "horns" and spoke filthy and dirty words. They were the "devil obstacles" that corrupted the Tao and interfered with enlightenment, and the "Mara" that symbolized destruction. ; Then it transformed and put on a suit of iron-gray armor, with a majestic appearance holding swords in both hands. It was the "Ming King" who guarded the world for twenty-four days and defended the right path.
But this upright and noble image is contrary to the intention of destruction. It is a god born for protection, so it becomes thin and indifferent, like a wisp of invisible smoke, a colorless air, it has no face It is also emotionless, taking other people's sorrow as its sorrow and taking other people's happiness as pleasure. This is the demon king Bo Xun who transformed into the God of Freedom and brought about destruction.
Gongsun Ce's thoughts were temporarily blocked. He couldn't think of a more suitable image than this, but wasn't this invisible and colorless demon exactly the "no form" of indifference. Using other people's emotions as one's own strength, using other people's bodies as one's own image, how is this approach different from Situ Yi? Even if he thinks that everything he does is the right way, why are these biased methods evil in the eyes of others?
——You will eventually become a new king, ravage all sentient beings with your own world, and go crazy alone at the end of the road.
The Silent King's parting prophecy sounded chillingly true at this moment. Could it be that he rejected the king's invitation and walked all the way here, but is still walking on the old road that doesn't work?
Gongsun Ce put down his anxiety. He pondered quietly, stagnant for a long time, and allowed the amorphous human figure of ashes to dance ferociously in the mandala. Even if the power in his heart was entangled and blocked, he would never act rashly. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked aside. Alandia was still sitting next to him, with the emblem of the Holy Grail on her breastplate.
Gongsun Ce smiled happily, and the last fragment of his thoughts was completed at this moment. He remembered the Yan Motian created by Master Chi before his death, and understood the path he was going to take. The human form of the ashes changed again and became the image of a majestic and majestic venerable. It still behaves evilly because it is still a demon, Yama who punishes evil and promotes good. What he lacks is this principle of judging evil. He can never act in a show of self-righteousness, but must exercise the power of destruction for all sentient beings.
Gongsun Ce formed seals with his hands, changing them one after another. The six seals of ignorance, solitary thinking, misery, lies, anger, and absolute hatred appear one after another in the six human-shaped hands. He stood up, clapped his hands vigorously, and roared with joy.
"Destroy the source of evil, and the devil will be reborn."
"The phase of silence appears. The outsider of the Immortal Self, Yama Deva!"
The dark night ushered in dawn at this moment, and the first ray of sunlight shone on the ash humanoid body. The ashes that make up the body dissipate with the morning light, and a new body is born from the shattered ashes. It has six arms, each holding magical powers, and the flames on its charred skin stretch out like blood veins. The characteristics of many previous images appeared on its body one after another. The ashes condensed into the horns on both sides of the head, the flames cast black light armor and powerful clothing, and the invisible and colorless energy rotated with its dance and merged into the mandala. A slit opened on its forehead, and its heavenly eyes emerged to see through all illusions, seeing through all the inner demons that hindered its thoughts.
The technique of Xihe created its form. It is Mara, Yama, King Ming, Bo Xun, and it is the "Great Israel" that brings destruction. The three-eyed demon god dances wildly in the fire, singing freely for destruction and extinction!
Gongsun Ce watched his achievements and his insights. The Six Paths of Divine Communication are accumulated in the demon god's body, and he naturally controls the "authority" of many minds, which is the power of destruction. He found that he could see the invisible connections and understand the world around him. An almost instinctive impulse roared in his heart, wanting to spread his understanding with the field and extend it to every inch of the world. corner.
Gongsun Ce raised his hand to catch the rising sun, and the blazing fireball stopped in his hand like jewelry. He felt that he had enough control over everything...that power was enough to put the world in the palm of his hand!
"The realm of manifestation is the so-called 'god realm'. The deified aura will walk out of the spiritual temple at this stage and declare its power to the real world."
Arlandia looked up at the mighty Demon God, her words full of admiration. Gongsun Ce restrained the rising desire in his heart and weakened the demon's appearance. He touched his nose and smiled: "Hey, Teacher Alandia. How are my results?"
"Beyond my imagination." Dawn Knight smiled, "Even Tianji will praise you."
Her silver hair fluttered in the high-altitude wind, and the morning light illuminated her smile. Along the way, she tried her best to explain knowledge and help him practice, and used lesson plans to help him control this power. Many nights Gongsun Ce saw her organizing teaching plans at her desk until late at night. Now that the long practice was finally over, she praised her disciples for their ingenuity and genius, but did not mention a word about her own efforts.
He found that he had become a clumsy boy again. His heart was filled with gratitude and emotion, but he could not find the beautiful words to express it. Like countless times in the past, he whispered again:
"Thank you. Alandia."
