The memory fragment ends here.
'Fu Sheng' completed its final mission, the fragmented blade trembled slightly, and let out a cry like a soul crying.
As the last trace of spiritual pressure was exhausted, it was broken into countless fragments and scattered on the ground. Only a solitary knife handle and the white ribbon tied to it were left, floating gently in the breeze.
This scene caught Lord's eyes deeply.
It was as if an iron hammer had hit his heart hard, causing his brain to buzz and instantly go blank. The last remaining illusion was ruthlessly shattered, forcing him to face the cruelest ending:
Nexia...is dead!
After coming into contact with 'Floating Life', Lord not only saw that fragmented memory, but also understood the ability of this knife.
The Fusheng is different from other Zanpakutō. After the swastika is released, it will not intuitively enhance the combat power, nor will the user's spiritual pressure increase exponentially. Its only ability is to use this weapon to transfer all the selves in the parallel universe. The knives are connected together!
Nexia used Fu Sheng as a carrier to summon herself from all parallel universes at the same time. Then, through sacrifice, she gathered her own power in countless parallel time and space to forcibly cut off and seal the authority of the incomplete god.
This is the truth of everything.
But compared to these, what Lord couldn't accept was the vague fragments of memory.
It goes without saying that Wilbur Whateley was the culprit who caused all these disasters, but the person who really contributed to Nexia's death was himself in the future time and space!
The Spirit King—Lord Carr!
The high, pure white throne, the seven shining gems inlaid in it, and the heavy eyes with split pupils, all these features told him that that person was Lord Carr!
It was him who made Nexia return to the past!
It was him who asked Nexia to sacrifice herself!
It was him, who had clearly seen the ending, but still chose such an almost ruthless solution!
Although his memory was not long and only contained a few sentences, he could still clearly feel an extremely strong sense of disobedience from that Lord.
Sitting on that pure white throne, he felt strange.
He seemed to have lost his humanity, without any emotion, and turned into a cold rock.
In those eyes that symbolized omniscience and omnipotence, he could only see an almost pure indifference and disregard, like a superior god, mercilessly overlooking the small things in the world.
That look...he's seen it before!
In the bronze portal summoned by the Incomplete God, the vast eye composed of countless nebulae looked at the world through the crack in the door with such an indifferent and cold look.
He hates this look.
Because there is no trace of humanity in those eyes.
In the eyes of the future Spirit King Lord, whether it is adopting Naxia or giving this girl power, it seems that it is just a prop carefully cultivated for the arrival of this day.
A tool that can allow him, who was still weak in the past, to survive this disaster and go on the right path.
"Are you on the right path..."
Lord knelt down, carefully picked up the handle of the knife, held it in the palm of his hand, and stared at the incomplete Fu Sheng. The white ribbon gently brushed his cheek with the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance.
Memories suddenly appeared in my mind, and scenes flashed by like a marquee.
From the initial meeting with the slightly nervous blond girl in the hotel lobby, to the subsequent connection between their bloodlines, although the time they got together was not long, they had already left an important place in Lord's heart!
She seems to be somewhat introverted and rarely expresses her opinions.
But he always follows step by step, following closely behind him. From time to time, he likes to quietly raise his head and look at him when he is not paying attention. His words and deeds are always full of trust in him, with emerald green eyes. His figure is always reflected in the depths.
Even though she knew that she was just a 'prop'.
But she remained steadfast and carried out the orders of Spirit King Lord, guiding him to the right future at the expense of herself.
Only at this moment did Lord understand all this.
Why is Naxia always talking about the 'right future', and before the last moment comes, the determination in the girl's eyes when she looks back, I guess she must be filled with reluctance.
The first time I was touched by my father, the first time I was held by my father, the first time I felt my father's care, the first time I followed my father... In this fragmented Zanpakuto life, there is a lot of sadness. The remaining emotions of Keshiya make people feel so heavy!
After all the hardships, there is only one death.
But the girl didn't hesitate at all, sacrificing herself and turning into a candle to light up the future.
"Oh, what a silly girl."
Lord slowly closed his eyes and grasped the remaining hilt of the Fusheng knife. The man on the pure white throne appeared in his mind. The corners of his lips were pulled apart little by little, revealing his neat white teeth: "You Dad, what I dislike the most in this life is self-righteous good intentions, so I may have to live up to your good intentions!"
The right path?
No...that's never the right path!
If he is destined to embark on this road in the future and become a spiritual king without any human emotions, then he would rather not have all this now and become an ordinary human again. At least then he would still be considered a 'human' instead of A cold stone!
"I know you must be watching me."
Lord slowly opened his eyes, with endless anger suppressed in his eyes. He clenched the hilt of Fusheng's knife tightly and said word by word: "See clearly with your all-knowing and all-powerful dog eyes, my fate... ...I make the decision myself, the road to the future lies at my own feet, I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do!”
hehe......
A breeze suddenly floated in the ruins, and there was a faint laughter in it.
The man sitting on the pure white throne, as high as a god, seemed to be piercing through the barriers of endless time and space through those omniscient and omnipotent eyes, and made a cold laugh at his past self.
"Funny, right?"
Lord also raised the corner of his mouth and showed a smile, but the chill in his eyes became even colder: "I think it's ridiculous too, so laugh as much as you want and sit on that chair. I will catch up soon and chop him down." Get off that head of yours!!!”
Phew~
The breeze blew up the dust on the ground, and gradually formed three Chinese characters - I'm waiting for you!
The handwriting composed of dust quickly dissipated in the wind, as if none of this had ever happened.
"Silly girl, don't be afraid..."
Lord took a deep breath, hid Fusheng with only one hilt left in his shadow space, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "I will definitely take you back... ...Definitely! I swear!"
