Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

“O Universe (Vairocana Buddha), through me, accept the verbal sacrifice made by my words, for this is the cry of the power within me; they sing praises to the universe; they fulfill your wishes; your will comes from you, and the universe returns to you.”

The Dharmakaya of the Buddha is the most essential and perfect wisdom, which is beyond description. Buddhism refers to it as the personification of the universe.

In an instant, the battlefield indeed changed. Lines formed by magic bloomed out of thin air, intertwining and outlining a colossal galaxy pattern beneath Eri's feet, spewing out countless divine lightning bolts as if trying to devour the Triple Great One.

In response, the Triple Great One calmly assumed a fighting stance, effortlessly slid her fingers in mid-air to write words, continuously unleashing an astonishing amount of alchemy at high speed.

At that moment, thousands upon thousands of alchemical knowledge flooded Erise's mind. Numerous magic circles, as numerous as stars, were intertwined in her mind. The word "incomprehensible" was insufficient to describe the incomprehensible problems. Just looking at them made one want to give up. Yet, she easily deciphered the countless concepts, line after line, and naturally analyzed the best method: how to usurp and rebuild. The whole process even frightened her.

But Eri naturally stretched out her hands, fully displaying the alchemy that had surfaced in her mind.

Her black coat swung violently, and countless words seemed to flow across her body like a torrent.

Simply put, it is about creating knowledge that is closer to complete alchemy in both attack and essence, in order to confront the Triple Great Ones.

At the moment of impact, a deafening roar, as if space itself were being torn apart, erupted, and shockwaves spread in all directions—

"Although I was taken aback by the unexpected situation... I was still the winner in the end."

Even so, Eri's alchemy skills were still inferior to those of the Three Great Masters. Whether it was because her practice couldn't keep up with her knowledge level, or for some other reason, it is unknown.

A moment later, cracks appeared on the body of the Triple Great One, which had been transformed into another world through alchemy, without warning. As an astonishing wind blew in from the cracks, the Triple Great One saw Eri walking towards him step by step, and the immense pressure directly crushed the alchemist.

"I made a mistake. So the key point was to integrate, usurp, and analyze my technique..."

There is no possibility of the situation being reversed.

Eri's current power is something that a Triple Great Being who has lost her alchemical body absolutely cannot contend with.

Upon arriving before the Triple Great One, Eri unleashed her strongest punch without regard for anything else, shattering the Triple Great One head-on. To ensure that she died without leaving a trace, she pushed the Eastern Lord and Imandrees to their maximum firepower.

That's how they blasted the triple Hermes into nothingness.

At that very moment, in the burning Tokyo of ten years ago, Eri, who had used all her strength to drag her friend back from the underworld after taking a bullet for her, watched helplessly as the Tokyo Tower, the symbol of Tokyo, shook the earth with a deafening roar. This scene and the sound were like the most moving cry of a newborn baby, announcing the end of urban Tokyo and the beginning of the underworld Tokyo.

Seeing all this, young Erise wanted to cry but couldn't. She could only silently make a promise during her escape.

I don't know what kind of suffering awaits me next... but I did it, and I even saved my friend.

I can survive, I definitely can.

……

This is the end of the Kanda Festival, a decade of darkness, like a world sealed off by darkness—

The former Tokyo Ghost Gate.

At this moment, Eri and the priest A-shu, who had been brought with them, were under this gate of hell.

"...It took us a long time to get here, Erise."

"I'm sorry for making you keep doing this..."

"On the contrary, Eri, you've given me ten more years of life. I should be thanking you. Besides, there aren't many people in Tokyo. Nobody cares about what I look like."

Miyaji Ashu stood beneath the crimson gate. "Erise, as a Shinigami, you've done everything you could for us."

"……Thanks."

"So unfamiliar, but that's to be expected..."

Miyaji A-xiu sighed, "...Don't you regret it, Lord Grim Reaper?"

Upon hearing this question, Eri showed a rare expression of puzzlement.

"Ten years ago, Tokyo was hit by a major disaster because of you."

Ah-Xiu deliberately used a provocative tone to say, "Now that you're back, you've sent away the last person living in Tokyo. From now on, Tokyo is truly and utterly destroyed."

The girl, who had always looked like a four-year-old, bit her lower lip as if she was enduring pain, but she still continued to talk to Erise.

“Words like ‘How hateful!’ ‘She must be a jinx’ or ‘This kind of person deserves to die,’ ‘She deserves to die,’ ‘Go to hell,’ will be used without hesitation to stab you with the sharp blade of words.”

Every word of these words actually hurt Ah Xiu herself.

"The evil spirits wailing around you will surely be more numerous than ever before. Can you bear it?"

She pressed Eri with a painful question, but to be honest, this was a question that Eri had been wondering about before.

Can I bear it? Am I responsible for everyone's deaths?

"What? That kind of topic is long gone."

Faced with her friend's question, Erise, the 'weaker one', resolutely nodded, "Yes, I accept it. No matter what you say, I accept it all."

"You answered so quickly... Is that really okay... Should we hesitate a little longer...?"

"no problem."

Eri smiled, her unwavering gaze as dazzling as the rising sun. "To gain power by standing above others must be just like that."

Ah-Shu responded to Eri-Se with a smile.

"...It's time to say goodbye. The Kanda Festival is over, and my journey to Yomotsu Hirasaka is coming to an end."

That was a long time ago. I, Miyaji Ashu, lived a happy life after that—if that were the case, perhaps it would have been a perfect ending. But life is not so smooth. My parents died protecting me during the Tokyo disaster, and even after the disaster ended, there was no one else left in the vast city of Tokyo.

Okay, so what should we do? No, we should ask, what should we do to survive? Life is a process of constant contemplation.

I've experienced joy, and I've also felt pain that's twice as intense. Sometimes I feel like crying for no reason, and other times I smile because of small moments of happiness. In the end, I'm just an ordinary person. The only thing that sets me apart from others is that when I was four years old, I dared to rush out and shield my friend from a bullet.

It's rare to see someone so young doing this, right?

The girl thought so.

The farewell was very ordinary, or rather, peaceful.

Perhaps at that time, I felt that I could walk with my head held high no matter when or where, or perhaps after experiencing that day—have I really become an adult?

She had never interacted with anyone else, and her appearance had remained unchanged since she was four years old. Such a life was truly meaningless, and she herself understood this.

However, it was precisely because of this blessing from her friends that she was able to persevere and live to this day.

Miyaji A-xiu's body was rapidly swelling to the size appropriate for her age, causing her to be in so much pain that her face was contorted in agony.

"Should we stop? Actually, I should have a solution now..."

"No, no, how could that be? Although it's a bit painful, I've never had the thought of stopping. Eri, it's been so long."

"Ah."

Eri nodded. "But I can still understand that you've been fighting all this time."

"Are we fighting...? It feels like we're just drifting along, living life to the fullest..."

That's why I wanted to say to you, "Thank you for your hard work."

The two shook hands, and Eri said in a comforting tone, "Thank you, Shu. My best friend."

"I'm the best... Does that mean you still haven't made any new friends after leaving Tokyo, Eri?"

"No."

In response to Erise's quick reply, the girl chuckled: "Where's that big brother named Novia?"

"No, we're not friends!"

"I understand. It's not just friends, it's something beyond friendship, is that right?"

"...Really not."

Miyaji A-xiu was stunned. She thought that Eri and Novia's relationship had already reached that level, but judging from Eri's reaction, it seemed that she had really misunderstood. How strange, as a living dead, she shouldn't be wrong in perceiving emotions, right? Wasn't the direction and place that Eri thought about every night the place where Novia was?

"Really?"

"...Actually, there was one."

Eri gave a forlorn smile. "But I really have been abandoned because of my recklessness, and it feels completely impossible to find someone else."

"I have a feeling that it's something you, Eri, are making up..."

Ah Xiu paused for a moment, then said, "If you were more open-minded, if you were more tactful, and if you were less reckless, you should be able to live a very happy life. After all, Erise is still very cute. If you had a child, I could probably become a stepmother or something."

"But that's impossible."

Eri replied calmly.

"Although I have experienced many twists and turns, I do not regret the path I have taken and the choices I have made. I am very satisfied with the freedom I have. My life is filled with irreplaceable happiness, that is for sure. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I do not deserve so much happiness."

"Really? That's good..."

"By the way, that's the first part of my answer; I didn't deny the second part."

"He doesn't always speak clearly and concisely; he's just like always, acting recklessly..."

"I'm Utsumi Erise, it's understandable that I might act a little recklessly, right?"

"Is that right?"

"That's right."

After a brief silence, the two of them laughed simultaneously, like children.

"Thank you, my friend."

After saying that.

Gongsi Axiu walked slowly and deliberately into the depths of the sea.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he shouted—

"Erise! If you find her, you have to tie her up tightly and don't let her escape!"

Chapter 538 Scoundrel.

Because of that obsession with its own meaning, the great epic that existed in Armenia came to an end.

That was a fluent sword strike.

After defeating the seven angels, the last Sassoon, wielding the sword of the sea, supported his exhausted body and, covered in blood, strode toward the throne in the heavens.

The people of Armenia know that there once stood a towering mountain on the earth, the highest mountain in the world, and also a scorching throne.

"If we continue, we will die."

Upon hearing this, the last of the Sassoon fell silent. The silence lasted for a long time, or perhaps it was eternal. In the confrontation between two unimaginably powerful beings, even time lost its meaning.

God can see into the future; He surely knows this day. His will transcends all things, yet encompasses all things.

So His words were undoubtedly correct, but in the end, Sassoon pierced Him with a sharp, murderous gaze, his heart pounding and his blood boiling.

"I am not afraid of death."

Until he stood before his parents' graves, in the heart of the last Sassoon, God was always a great being whose every word and deed was enough to command all living beings in the world. So, if that is the case, what is the reason for the existence of the Sassoon lineage with His blood?

However, after hearing those words at his parents' graves, this hero, who believed that as long as there was injustice, he would use his own means to resolve it and bring about justice, fell into deep thought.

He is God, the only God.

He controls the world; war is His indifference, injustice is His bystander, and therefore the Sassoon is needed to resolve these issues. Did He create us for this reason? If so… isn't everything in the world just a 'game'? What is the meaning of the Sassoon ancestors' lifelong efforts?

Enjoy watching each other kill each other? What's the point? What is the strongest being pursuing?

The last Sassoon could never understand it.

Therefore, the sense of justice that stemmed from her ancestors' faith in God began to question God. Continuing the Sassoon lineage was the happiness she longed for, but why couldn't she think about it? Was it because she sensed hypocrisy? So whether she became a heretic or was regarded as a madwoman, the final Sassoon had no intention of letting the world remain under hypocrisy, and she would never compromise, no matter how much suffering she endured.

"God, how many people's dignity have you toyed with so far?"

"In that case, try to change my beliefs first. Rushing to me unconditionally and taking such action is enough to completely annihilate you."

That's all, without even lifting a finger, just saying it—

Suddenly, songs came from the clouds, music emanated from the forest, and the songs that resounded everywhere were carried by the wind to all parts of the world, turning into countless thunderbolts and storms that struck the last Sassoon, and blood splattered again, but did not stain the throne red.

In the end, Sassoon pierced her own chest with her right hand, grasping her own beating heart at the same time. Then, in the next instant, she pushed off the ground with all her might, accelerating like an arrow of light, and raised the Holy Sword of the Sea to its highest point, approaching the god. But the god seemed to have expected this, watching her actions without changing his expression.

In an instant, an unparalleled wave of power surged toward the last Sassoon.

Ordinary creatures would be turned to dust with the slightest touch of this wave.

"Alright, let Sassoon end here. But I really can't understand it. What's the point of doing it this way?"

The voice of God echoed far and wide, but in the end, Sassoon's body fell to the ground; this time, the power had truly pierced to the very depths of her being.

"...It makes sense."