Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

Zhenjiaoyi didn't care about this. He just smiled lightly, then reached out and slowly unzipped his uniform, and carefully took out the pendant from his neck.

He gently pressed the button, and the pendant opened. Maholoba looked closely, her eyes widening in shock.

The pendant contained a photograph. In the photo, Shinkaku Tsubasa stood shoulder to shoulder with a young woman in a TPC researcher uniform, both beaming with dazzling smiles. Even more astonishingly, the young woman's face was an exact replica of Mahoroba's, as if they were the same person.

"See, now you should believe it. Even Sister Xiaoguang might find it hard to believe what she sees." As Zhenjiaoyi said this, he looked up at Mahoroba, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Mahroba was already jaw-droppingly shocked, thinking to herself, "Could it be... they're actually my descendants? But how could this be? I've been living my own life, and suddenly I have three more descendants. This is truly unbelievable!"

The more Mahroba thought about it, the more incredible it seemed to her. Her mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, and she was a little at a loss for a moment.

"That should be it!" Zhen Jiaoyi carefully put away the pendant and blinked mischievously.

"Da Gu, why don't you two go and recognize your ancestors quickly. Otherwise, be careful that Maholoba will choose to live out her life alone. Maybe under the force of time and space correction, you two will suddenly disappear!" Zhao Ming teased Da Gu and Lina.

Dagu and Lina said to him in unison: "Go to hell!"

After a bit of frolicking, everyone decided to rest in the village for a full day. This period of time was particularly important to Zhao Ming, as he wanted to take this opportunity to carefully sense the powerful anger that had suddenly erupted within him.

At first, after some in-depth exploration and research, Zhao Ming discovered that the power of anger in the human body could actually be released and allowed the Vajra Armor to be melted into a tough form.

According to the theory proposed by Emperor Kai Er, Zhao Ming realized that he already possessed the strongest energy within him. The Shura Armor possessed a very special ability, capable of transforming one into a king through righteousness or a demon through evil.

The greatest characteristic of this mysterious armor is its ability to infinitely amplify the energy of either the Yin or Yang poles within the wearer. In other words, possessing this so-called "strongest energy" could potentially transcend the limitations of the three realms of heaven, earth, and man.

Inside the human body, the three evil energies of greed, anger, and ignorance correspond to the three elements of water, fire, and thunder in nature respectively. The evil energies of anger are not evil forces.

Therefore, Zhao Ming knew very well that in the future he would need to work hard to comprehend and master these powers, and use the two strongest energies of yin and yang to control the power of the armor he had created with his own hands.

Only when he successfully achieves the free conversion of the aura between yin and yang, can he truly step into that mysterious and wonderful supreme realm that is like the unity of gods and demons. Of course, there is still a long way to go to reach this step.

The joyful moments passed like a fleeting moment, and in the blink of an eye, the sad moment of parting arrived. In the early morning, Mahroba bid farewell to the simple and kind villagers. With unwavering faith, she resolutely continued on her perilous journey to slay demons and monsters.

On this unknown journey, the wheel of fate quietly turns. Mahroba will encounter a brave warrior with the blood of an ancient giant of light, who also shoulders the great mission of passing on the gene of light.

This light has continued through the ages, passing from ancient times to the present day, ultimately falling into the hands of later generations like Daiko and Shinkaku Tsubasa. They inherited and carried it forward, ensuring that light remains forever in the world.

Before leaving, the villagers presented Mahoroba with precious gifts from their own collections. These gifts, filled with deep affection and friendship, carried everyone's blessings and expectations for her.

Mahroba gratefully accepted the gift, then slowly turned and walked away with determined steps. Her figure grew smaller and smaller along the winding mountain road, gradually transforming into an insignificant black dot, and finally disappeared into the depths of the rolling mountains.

Even though Mahroba had already left, the villagers stood there for a long time, waving goodbye as she departed, their gaze fixed on her. They knew that in this age of inconvenient transportation and limited information, if they parted ways, they might never see each other again.

Time passes by like flowing water, mercilessly erasing the traces of many things' existence. However, the beautiful, dreamlike memories hidden deep in our hearts will never fade away. They are like bright stars, embellishing people's long journey of life.

Amui silently gazed in the direction where Mahoroba had disappeared, a hint of sadness in his eyes. He slowly lowered his waving arms, turned to look at Zhenjiaoyi beside him, and asked softly, "Will you choose to stay here?"

Zhen Jiaoyi was slightly startled, then smiled and replied, "That won't do!"

After the laughter, the smile on his face gradually faded. His eyes swept over Dagu and Lina in turn, and he continued, "My family is still waiting for my return in the distant future." His words were filled with deep attachment to his family and hometown.

Amui said somewhat gloomily, "Is that so? I'll be lonely!" Although they spent a short time together, they formed a deep friendship.

Dagu walked forward with firm and steady steps, gently patted Amui's thin shoulder, and said earnestly: "It's time for us to leave, but don't be too sad. After all, the journey of life is full of unknowns and surprises. Perhaps one day in the future, we will have the opportunity to meet again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dagu turned his head and looked at Lina beside him affectionately. Lina nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed with what Dagu said.

At this moment, Lina suddenly turned her gaze towards Dagu, a hint of doubt in her eyes, and asked softly, "Where is Zhao Ming? Why can't I see him?"

Dagu smiled slightly and replied calmly: "Zhao Ming said that he has never liked this kind of farewell scene, so he ran to help Xiaoyi build a time and space channel that can send him back to his own era early in the morning. It is at the place where we first came here." After hearing what Dagu said, Lina nodded in sudden realization.

Yet, at this moment, the sadness of parting still lingered in everyone's heart. Daiko, Lina, and their son, Makaku Tsubasa, this happy family of three slowly turned around and faced the villagers who had come to warmly bid them farewell, their hearts filled with gratitude.

There was a glint of reluctance in Zhenjiaoyi's clear and bright eyes. He walked step by step to Amui, held the other's hand tightly, and then the two stood side by side and took a precious photo together as a permanent commemoration of this unforgettable experience.

After completing this, the three of them silently gazed upon the small village before them, where they had lived for only a few days but which had brought them countless fond memories. Every scene, every smile, was deeply etched in their hearts. Finally, they resolutely turned and left, heading further and further in the direction they had come from.

"Goodbye, my dear friends! It has been such a happy time spending with you!" Amui's loud and heartfelt voice came from behind.

Hearing this familiar voice, Daigu, Lina and Makaku Tsubasa paused involuntarily, but none of them looked back. They just waved their hands vigorously, saying their final goodbyes to their friends behind them in this way.

This separation is truly forever. Even a thousand years apart cannot stop the existence of our friendship. There is still life in the future, but Amui has disappeared in the long time. Only the memories in the heart record the existence of this village and this friendship.

Zhenjiaoyi led the way and walked towards the place where the fighter planes were parked when they came, and Dagu and Lina followed closely behind.

Zhenjiaoyi stopped abruptly, turned around, and stared in the direction of the village. His eyes showed endless attachment, but more importantly, a rock-hard determination. "This place carries too many memories, but we must move forward without hesitation."