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After knowing each other for several months, Huang Quan vaguely knew that this pitch-black sword seemed to contain Luo Ming's past.

She had been very curious about this for a long time, but had not been able to speak up before. But now that the two of them had been through thick and thin together, she should not be rejected.

Sure enough, under Huang Quan's expectant gaze, Luo Ming hesitated for only a moment before handing out the long sword in his hand.

Huang Quan took the long sword with both hands.

His right hand slowly slid along the scabbard toward the handle.

The moment it touched the hilt of the knife, a tremendous force of nothingness and a vast amount of memories surged in like a tide, almost causing Huang Quan to lose his mind and sink into it.

...

After a while.

Huang Quan opened his eyes and looked at Luo Ming with a look that seemed to have some complicated meaning.

“Do you often reminisce about the past?”

Huang Quan returned the knife to Luo Ming, and at the same time noticed a detail that he had not noticed before.

When Luo Ming held the knife, he seldom held the handle. Even when they met for the first time and killed two evil gods, he only used the scabbard to draw the knife.

"No." Luo Ming answered very briefly.

Huang Quan looked down at the [Ming] hanging at his waist, and only a broken hilt was left.

"Can the Void Star God really be killed?"

"Even if the Void Star God can be killed, does that mean that Void no longer exists?"

Huang Quan asked again, looking at him without moving his eyes.

"I don't know." Luo Ming shook his head, "But if no one does this, the curse of nothingness will definitely not disappear."

......

After a night's rest, Huang Quan left.

All life will lead to death, but before that, on the road to the end, there are still many things we can do. Living itself is not an end, but a prerequisite for achieving the end.

The people of Izumo rebelled against the gods and eventually turned themselves into demons.

Even if there is no way to save the world and there is no trace of tomorrow, Huang Quan must do what he should do before destruction comes.

Luo Ming looked at Huang Quan's back as he left, and suddenly a doubt arose in his heart.

Compared to Huang Quan, where even if you know the ending, you still have to take a firm step forward.

All he knows how to do all day is feel the nothingness, trying to kill his own nothingness. It seems that he is going further and further down the path of self-destruction.

But even if he understood this, he was powerless to get out of this dark vortex.

Apart from the long sword in his hand and the belief in killing gods, he didn't know what else could allow him to truly practice the path of existence.

After a long time, Luo Ming raised his head and looked at the dark sun that was always silent.

Knowing that you are about to reach the edge of a black hole.

......

[After that day, Huang Quan would come back every once in a while. She looked more and more exhausted, and her white clothes were soaked with dark red blood again and again.]

[Every time she came back, she would bring Luo Ming a peach, then sleep peacefully by the campfire for the night. When she woke up, she would hold the Zhao Dao with only the handle left, and walk towards Izumo, which had been occupied by the evil spirit.]

[Evil ghosts are fighting and screaming. The home she is trying her best to protect is slowly becoming the next Takama-ga-hara, and the next eight million gods to invade Izumo. This cycle repeats itself, a tragic cycle that will never end.]

[Now, what Huang Quan has to do is to personally end it all, even if he has to bear the weight of destroying two worlds.]

......

Continuous blood-red rain fell from the sky.

On the wasteland.

Luo Ming saw Huang Quan walking weakly from the end of the sky, holding a pure white knife in her hand.

There seemed to be countless pitch-black ghost claws behind her, trying to drag her into the endless abyss, and then they were all torn to pieces by the sudden lightning.

"All the twelve Zhao swords were broken, and I killed all the evil spirits."

Huang Quan dragged her blood-stained body, and every time she took a step, a bloody footprint would appear under her feet, just like her mood at the moment, which was filled with the blood of tragedy.

Luo Ming raised his eyes and looked towards the former neon metropolis. There, there was a giant sword that reached the sky, like a bridge between two worlds. Its name was [End].

There was a pop.

Huang Quan fell beside the campfire. The warm firelight illuminated her pale face, making her look like a piece of porcelain that was about to break.

Luo Ming stepped forward and helped Huang Quan up. He took the steaming hot medicine soup from the campfire and slowly fed it into her mouth.

She seemed to have experienced countless battles.

His body was covered with tiny wounds, blood constantly oozing out, staining his clothes a frightening blood-red, and he was so weak that he seemed like he would fall into a long sleep at any moment.

Even so, the pure white long sword in her hand was still held tightly in her hand.

The desolate souls are noisy, and the dark sun is shining brightly.

In this deserted world where all the evil spirits have been slaughtered, Izumo broke twelve swords and finally forged the Sword of the World-Fighting Emperor... two names.

The first is the beginning, the second is the end.

[Beginning] and [End] can only let the world down but cannot save it, symbolizing the tragic worlds of Izumo and Takama-ga-hara, which are in an endless round of dance.

Luo Ming laid Huang Quan down, took off his bloody clothes, took out the medicine, and gently applied it on the shattered wounds.

Every time Huang Quan came back, he would have various injuries on his body.

Luo Ming also got used to picking some herbs, making medicine, and helping her treat her wounds.

After doing all this, Luo Ming looked up at the sky. The blood-red drizzle was still falling continuously, and it seemed to have no end, as if it was crying for two lost worlds.

......

The next morning.

When Huang Quan woke up from his coma, the first thing he saw was Luo Ming sitting quietly by the campfire not far away.

"Thank you."

Huang Quan thanked him out of habit, and without thinking about Luo Ming's reply, he propped up his weak body, picked up the medicinal soup cooked in front of him, and drank it all despite the scalding heat.

Warmth gradually spread out of the cold body, as if the body had finally come back to life, and the blocked nostrils could smell the smell of burnt wood in the burning campfire again.

The river water has been stained by the blood rain and cannot be drunk or bathed directly.

Huang Quan took a lot of effort to get a basin of clean hot water. He tore off a piece of clean clothes, used it as a towel, and carefully wiped the blood off his body.

The shocking wounds from yesterday have now completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Only Huang Quan himself knows.

The battle not long ago that broke all the imperial swords was so heartbreaking and tragic.

.....

After enjoying half a day of rare peace.

Huang Quan tightly grasped the white long sword, and looked at the [End] in the distance that seemed to connect the two worlds. Without looking back, he whispered: "I want to cut off that sword and completely end the reincarnation of the two worlds, but I am not absolutely sure. Can you go with me?"

Huang Quan had no intention of asking Luo Ming to help.

After all, this is a matter belonging to the two worlds of Izumo and Takama-ga-hara.

She just wanted him to be with her on this trip.

Just like when we faced the endless evil spirits in the world before, no matter how tragic the process was, how many sacrifices were made, or how many wounds were inflicted.

There has always been a bonfire in her heart, which allows her to let go of everything and seek the remaining warmth.

"it is good."

Luo Ming nodded and agreed.