To the eternal you

"This is... the filth of Obaros..."

His body was seriously ill from stepping into the restricted area, his body was thinning and his hair was graying.

But again, Yuishi Harunosuke reached the position in front of the snake head skeleton.

The huge corpse is like a mountain range, winding and spreading, and crystallized minerals even grow in some bone areas.

Obviously the physical level has died, but it still exudes a substantive coercion, the shadow of the old demon god lingers, and the empty skull still tells something.

Various voices came from his ears.

There are old people who pray for the happiness and well-being of their families and murmur in low voices.

There are people who fanatically worship the gods and wish to dedicate their all.

There is... a lunatic who resents and curses why the Demon God just died.

Those who came out of the dark and lightless abyss should be the ones who gained the greatest light.

But why... over there by the sea.

There are still people alive.

Disappointed, hated, killed.

Countless negative emotions washed Yuishin Harunosuke's consciousness.

In the end, he took out the bronze mirror given to him by the immortal, and his face was as strange as a patchwork of human faces.

"So...thinking about it, the immortal is really right..."

"Xiaosheng's trip is nothing more than the greatest hypocrisy..."

He staggered, took out the pre-prepared talisman, and followed the method of the immortal and the magic-only technique he created.

Since it is impossible to eliminate the influence of filth, let go of your body and mind to accept it.

Changing it to be like himself, at the end of his consciousness he saw a pair of emotionless snake eyes.

"Obaros... Xiaosheng is a hypocrite... but if he persists like this, can he... become a true good?"

"If you are still conscious... please tell the humble little boy..."

The white snake's eyes are as bright as gold, and the whole body is row upon row, as beautiful as pearls, and there are corals like stag horns growing on the snake's crown.

It gently curled up its body, illuminating a bit of its surroundings.

However, Harunosuke Kamishin just got lost in this otherworldly beauty.

Until... he saw the endless darkness beyond the snake body...

He ran away in despair, without even a thought of resistance.

Like a child covering his ears, closing his eyes tightly, closing his mouth and hiding in the closet, not daring to reveal the slightest movement.

"..."

"..."

At that time, he thought sincerely, why?

Why is Master Huzhai Palace able to face such a great horror?

Is it because you have strength, you have the blood of Baichen, and you can always be calm and unhurried when you stand on this land of rice wives?

Is it the same for everyone as long as they get that power?

Even a human like Xiaosheng?

That is the power enough to defeat demon gods, and those who get that power seem to become benevolent and righteous.

Would even a scum like me become like that?

I wondered what it was like to be like that.

At that time, standing at the barrier and facing the disaster, what did you see?

Can even a scum like Xiaosheng see the same scenery as you?

Please answer me...Master Huzhai Palace.

"..."

"..."

Darkness enveloped him.

Someone whispered in his ear, telling him, then go and collect such a beautiful person.

Just like you did as a child.

——The memory of the person locked in the prison——

When Mitsuyo was about to finish charging, a certain kind of warmth came from her shoulders, which washed away the burning pain for her, and the warm current flowed down her arms, and the skin that was cracked due to the filth gradually returned to the past. so-so.

"......pray?"

She stared blankly at the girl in front of her with pursed lips and tears in her eyes who was holding her hand. When the tears fell on her arm, the filth dissipated a bit.

"Why... crying?"

"Probably because I saw you in tatters, and I was very sad."

The voice of another person came, a sakura-haired priestess wearing a grand priest's uniform and a face as beautiful as a flower.

She turned sideways and gently held her forehead, as if feeling sad for some reason.

"It seems that we came a little late, and the technique still needs to be improved."

"Let a child like you have to fight desperately forward, alas...still at the bottom of your own mountain, it's really out of place."

"Roar--!"

That Chongyin soon stopped talking to himself, his eyes had already turned into muddy snake eyes, the withered yellow pupils spread, and the distortion on his body became faster and faster, and the black mud poured out all over his body like magma. There was a sound of tearing flesh, and a huge tumor bulged on his back.

There were ear-piercing wailing sounds from inside, and the human form was gradually unable to accommodate the filth.

"Master Yae Kamito... Please take His Highness Qi and leave as soon as possible!"

Mitsuyo's eyes regained some clarity, she forcefully broke free from the girl's arms, staggered a few steps forward, and stood in front of the two of them.

"Although I really want to... But now is not the time to talk and teach you a lesson. You should have a good chat with her."

Yae Kamito swayed, stepped to avoid Mitsuyo's blockage, and then tapped lightly on her forehead, the thunderball condensed in her palm gradually dissipated, and her consciousness became clearer.

"As for me~ Well, just think of it as a little bit of effort before the end of the year to prepare for a good year!"

Even though that Chongyin was about to hatch, she still looked unhurried, just waved her hand recklessly, and the thunder element taken from Guangdai's thunder ball turned into a huge seal shackle, locked The opponent's body imprisoned its filth in place.

The tengu girl looked at this scene in a daze, until she felt a soft and warm touch from her hand, which made her subconsciously look behind her.

"...Mitsuyo, is your hand still hurting?"

The girl was obviously already crying, but she still asked herself with an ugly smile.

At this moment, Mitsuyo only felt that she felt more uncomfortable than the injury just now, she was at a loss and flustered, and for the first time felt remorse for her actions.

He wanted to open his arms to hug Qi and comfort her, but his body stood there stiffly, unable to say a word.

But, soon... such a scene was broken.

Qi stood on tiptoe, put his arms around the neck of the clumsy Tengu girl, lowered her head slightly, looked straight at her, and touched her brows.

So close that it seems that the eyelashes of each other are going to intertwine.

"Guangdai is a liar. He promised to help each other but forgot."

"I...I just..."

"Now listen to me!"

The girl interrupted her words coquettishly.

"Don't talk back and refute, I'm Qi, Thunder Qi!"

"..."

Koshiro's eyebrows softened a bit.

"If you forget next time, I will make a big pot of unpalatable food for you to eat!"

"Also... don't feel like you have to carry everything by yourself every time, please trust me a little more."

The girl let go of her hand, wiped away her tears, revealing those still pure purple eyes, with blue light flashing in them.

"Even if I don't like fighting, I don't want to stand behind you and watch you being bullied like this..."

"And...my gift hasn't been given to you yet, there are still many things I want to experience with Mitsuyo."

She hugged Mitsuyo for the last time, and then bypassed the Tengu girl and came to the side of Yae Kamito, looking at the black mud python that had broken through the seal and grow out of the tumor with its head raised and roaring.

The girl closed her eyes and put her hands together, as if making a wish.

A knife gradually appeared in front of her, and the blade, which condensed the girl's beautiful dreams and prayers, was shining brightly. From the moment it appeared, the filthy aura was overwhelmed by the chilling knife intent that came with it.

"Yes... you... are... Baal... Zeb..."

The black snake uttered sinful words indistinctly, and stared at the girl with scarlet eyes.

Like angry waves, a large amount of black mud splashed, the river turned into stinky muddy water, and the thunder in the sky seemed to destroy the top of the mountain.

Qi held the handle of the knife, a steady stream of power was pouring in, and someone very gentle told her softly how to hold the sword.

The girl's hands are one behind the other, her thumbs and index fingers form a "V" shape, her right index finger can slightly touch the blade, and her left hand wraps around the end of the handle, as if her whole body and mind are concentrated on the sword-holding hand.

Sword art is a tangible body of dignity, revealing the sharpness of will.

Those who hold Taidao must be sincere and calm.

Carry out your own beliefs to achieve a heart as sincere as gold and a mind as calm as water.

The ultimate of the heart is the ultimate of the sword, and one blow is enough to determine the outcome.

The Snake of the Kuroshio and the Deformed One rushed forward.

Yae Kamito stopped Mitsuyo who was about to step forward, but shook his head slightly to signal her to continue watching.

"Hold your breath and watch... that's what she wants to convey to you."

What follows will be a sight she will never forget.

Girls certainly can't do the secrets of the secrets, no, even if they can, they will turn into cherry blossoms and disappear after a single blow.

However, although it is not enough to split the mountain range, it is Wuxiang and unparalleled.

But this is her gentle knife that carries out the meaning of protection.

One knife is out.

The sky and the earth are natural, the wind blows and the leaves move, and the thunder fades away.

There is no lingering rhyme of thunder, no knife intent showing sharpness, and no intentional knife.

The snake tumor that restrained the human form kept charging, but couldn't move forward.

Mitsuyo opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't make a sound, just staring at the girl under the clear moonlight.

The blade is not stained with any filth, only serious people hold the blade reflecting the lake and the moon.

Yuishin Harunosuke, who was wrapped under the black mud, finally showed his face from the black mud. He opened his eyes and looked at her obsessively.

"It's really...beautiful...one knife...Xiaosheng bows down..."

He was so gentle that he didn't feel any pain after being cut, allowing his distressed consciousness to surface for a short time, and he was able to see this light.

Tears flowed slowly, although dirty, but still full of regret.

"Thank you...please be careful...the next...is to hate me..."

As soon as his words fell, his face was swallowed again, and then the black mud that stopped all movements gathered again.

PS: To be honest, I think I will be stabbed in the back by Mihayou, and I will risk my head when I look at that travel card.

PS: But then again, if you think my writing is good-looking, why not stab Genshin from my back. (bushi)