"What?"

Wearing a graceful black robe embroidered with gold dragons, and a crown studded with priceless jewels, he has a fair face and no beard. He must have been a very majestic emperor, but his face... what a twisted face it is.

The sadness of losing a loved one;

Regret like killing one's biological parents by mistake;

The hatred of killing the father, seizing the wife, cooking the son, destroying the family and destroying the country;

The anger of being cuckolded;

The pain of being stabbed a hundred thousand times by the person closest to you;

The greed of seeing delicious food after being hungry for ten thousand years;

Jealousy when one has nothing but sees others are perfect;

All the pain that humans can experience is vividly expressed on that face.

His eyes were filthy and he had long lost his self-awareness. His heart had long been filled with the malice of the whole world. He just kept walking forward unconsciously, and his lips kept moving. Shiye recognized it carefully, and then

Read what he said.

kill me……

kill me……

kill me……

…

This is probably a practitioner who came to [Wujiang]. Like Duanmu Qinglian, he is also trapped here, but he is not as powerful as Duanmu Qinglian: he can still maintain the brightest smile after countless years.

This person has been overwhelmed by the malice of the entire world, and will wander in this world forever and ever, suffering the greatest pain in the world, but never finding relief.

"Will I be like this in the future?"

After years of struggling and never seeing the direction, Shiye regretted more than once, regretting why he entered [Wu Jian] with a fevered mind, but he did not dare to regret it. Once there was a flaw in his heart, the malice of the whole world would be revealed.

It will be crazy like him. Years of pressure suddenly burst out at this moment.

"Am I going to be like this in the future?" Shiye raised his head and shouted loudly, hearing waves of echoes.

Well? Echo

here it is……

In a chaotic world, twelve decaying giant pillars, the altar behind the giant pillars, and the Zanpakutō that had been silent since he entered [Muma] appeared in front of him again.

Different from the past, when he appeared in this space, he could not help but float forward.

No, it's not that he is floating, but the whole world is going backwards.

Soon, the twelve giant pillars arrived behind him, and the altar appeared in front of him. He quickly floated up to the altar and saw the black sun again.

He floated up without stopping, and threw himself into the sun like a moth to a flame, but the black flames that could melt flesh and bones did not cause any harm to him, but instead made him feel as warm as a mother's embrace.

Soon, he entered the interior of the black sun and saw the long knife floating in the center of the sun.

The blade is one meter and three meters long, completely black, and has no handguard. The hilt is wrapped with black chains to prevent it from slipping. If you look closely, you will see that the black chains are made of countless small chains, and the small chains are

Weaved by countless smaller chains, layer upon layer, there is no end.

"After so many years, I finally see you!" Years of pursuit have finally been achieved, but there is no joy in Shiye's heart, and his eyes are still full of confusion.

"Is it worth it for this knife?" Thinking of the pain he has suffered since entering [Wu Jian], which one is more important than the knife in front of him? Shiye couldn't figure it out.

"This kind of question will never have an answer! But what is certain is that I finally got you!" Shiye slowly stepped forward and grabbed the knife. Although he was different from other Shinigami, he

It is clear that as long as he holds this knife, everything will return to normal.

The black knife seemed to sense his arrival, and Shiye could feel the joy and excitement coming from the knife.

Just when Shiba's hand was about to grasp the handle of the knife, he suddenly stopped.

"You have a wrong understanding of your Zanpakutō" Duanmu Qinglian's words suddenly rang in his ears.

"What?" Shiye was a little confused. At this time, he could no longer remember how many years it was! "It seems that I am really old. How many years have passed?" Shiye shrugged and smiled, and was about to hold his hand.

That Zanpakutō.

"You have mistaken your own soul!" Huang Zhongdalu's loud voice rang in Shiye's ears, making his head dizzy and he couldn't help but cover his ears.

"You are wrong! You were wrong from the beginning!"

"It's so noisy!"

"You have to know yourself clearly!"

"stop fighting!"

"You are wrong! You have mistaken your own soul!"

"It's so annoying!" Shiye couldn't help shouting loudly.

"You don't even recognize your own soul! You are so wrong!" As if due to Shiye's provocation, Duanmu Qinglian's voice became ten times louder. Shiye's body flew up involuntarily,

He felt that his head was empty for an instant, as if he had been overcome by a concussion from the loud noise.

"Haha, young man! I can only help you so far!" In a daze, Shiye seemed to hear Duanmu Qinglian's voice.

"Huhu!" The voice never sounded again. After the shock, Shiye slowly gained strength. There was confusion in his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a long nightmare.

The black knife in front still exuded excitement and joy, but a look of suspicion appeared on Shiye's face. He looked at the knife carefully, but he couldn't help but recall Duanmu Qinglian's words.

Suddenly, Shiye jumped up. He stared at the black knife, with an incredible look on his face, but said with incomparable determination.

"I understand! You are not my Zanpakutō!"

…

(Yakumo Toba: Author, you are teasing me again! Where is the Zanpakutō you promised to give me? If you do too many evil things, be careful that Purple Mom will drop it from you!)

Haha, the Zanpakutō will be revealed in the next chapter. After so long of preparation, I finally waited for this moment. I can’t stand it anymore!
Chapter completed!