The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

God... is beyond the gods?!

This news was so shocking that Lord couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Wait a minute...Wait a minute...Slow down, let me slow down!"

Lord covered his forehead and felt dizzy: "You mean... God and you are both beyond the gods? No, no, you are actually... the same person?"

"That's true." The Transcendent pondered for a moment, nodded reluctantly, and said: "But that's not actually the case, but you can understand it this way. The relationship between me and God is probably equivalent to that between you and another person.

Do you understand your kind of relationship?"

For some reason, after hearing the metaphor of the transcendent, a sentence suddenly popped into Lord's mind:

"The whole is one, and the one is the whole?"

"Huh? That's right, that's what it means." Upon hearing this, the Transcendent's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers: "It seems that you have understood the nature of the Transcendent Gods."

‘Quan’ is a concept, complete and complete.

Just like a person's life, he is born in dust, and will eventually return to dust, forming a complete cycle, and this is "one".

"Come with you, eldest son."

"Tip him up...Lucifer." The Transcendent flicked the ashes of his cigarette and looked at Lord with a half-smile: "Now, have you guessed it?"

Or...how many months or even years have passed?

"You want to see how slow he can run!"

Lord could only express regret for the situation of the Transcendent.

I already know how much time has passed since I followed the Transcendent One.

Lord, who had something to say, could only suppress the irritability in his heart and continue to follow her.

"How long...how long have you been gone?"

The only thing related to Lucifer is probably the 'Legacy of the Emperor'.

The Transcendent hooked his fingers, motioning for Lord to follow, then turned around and retreated in a certain direction.

"Hey, how long do we have to go?" Lorde stopped unsteadily and shouted towards the large white shadow in the distance.

With one strike of the sword, the domain space was broken open.

Just like that, he walked outside the realm of transcendence for a long time, so long that Lord felt like he was exhausted.

The distance... didn't shorten at all, it even became longer like it did after that.

"How long do you want to go?" I asked impatiently, "It's not far yet?"

However, the Transcendent walking behind did not answer the question. He just said two words indifferently: "Follow you, don't ask so few questions."

All of this seems to be challenging my bottom line as a living being.

"That......"

If it were me, who was plotted by some old man and stayed in a bad place for so long, my resentment would probably be enough to feed hundreds of evil sword immortals.

Before stepping out of the torn domain space, I raised my eyes again and looked behind me.

"Does he think you are?"

[Search "Spring Gift" on Xiaoxiang APP and new users will receive 500 book coins, and old users will receive 200 book coins] My body is composed of spirit seeds, so there is no 'hunger' reaction.

The Transcendent couldn't hide the joy on his face, licked his lips and said: "If he doubts you, if he is like you, he will stay in that ghost place for a long time without having anything, and he will even commit suicide while talking.

It has become a fun game, and he will definitely be the same as you!"

I watched helplessly as the Transcendent jumped up and down like a madman for ten minutes before quickly stopping.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm not too excited, hahaha."

The back of the Transcendent is still like a white dot, coming into view from afar.

Lord tore apart the domain space, spanning tens of thousands of light-years in one step, as if across the entire galaxy.

In an instant, the boy's hole suddenly shrank.

"Okay, after saying so little, it's time to take him to see what this old guy left behind." As he said that, the Transcendent patted the dust that existed under him and flicked away the burned cigarette butts.

, grinned and said: "You are finally free."

The Transcendent spread his hands and sighed helplessly: "The next generation has already thought of that. You are restricted to the realm of transcendence and there is no way to get out."

To describe it in an extremely romantic sentence, it is not: the world is in her, and she is in the world.

At the same time, the wonderful voice of the Transcendent reached Lord's ears. "You guessed it."

That's true... and it's wrong.

If you think about it carelessly, the bad image is understandable. After all, if a person stays in a place where birds poop for a long time, it is not wrong to be crazy.

Lorde's lips were chapped, his eyes were no longer hollow, and he stared behind him intently.

too long...

And the pure whiteness that fills the outside of the realm, the emptiness of everything, makes me feel irritable and inexplicably violent in the end.

"Yes, after delivering the 'legacy' to your predecessor, you can only stay in that damn place." When talking about that, the Transcendent became so angry that veins popped out under his face, and he gritted his teeth.

: "If it were this old bastard, would you be like a prisoner?!"

"If you mind, can you tell me why he keeps staying outside?" Lord asked doubtfully: "With his ability, it shouldn't be difficult to get out of that transcendent realm, right?"

That step spanned at most a thousand kilometers.

"Follow me, eldest son."

Obviously, the Transcendent was very happy, not even crazy, just like... Tim who crawled out of the sewer covered in mud and regained his freedom.

The sound echoed in the field, gradually getting farther and farther, until it disappeared.

"Now that he understands that level, there will be less trouble in the next step."

The Transcendent flicked his fingers, and a cigarette appeared out of thin air. The tobacco burned sizzlingly, and a wisp of white smoke floated up. He put it to his mouth and took a puff. He said quickly and leisurely: "Out there is the realm of transcendence, and you are the realm of transcendence."

Or, if he comes to guess, what you will do next."

"Damn it!"

However, what surprised Lord was that I had not teleported a thousand kilometers away, but the distance from the Transcendent figure, not only did not shrink at all, but seemed to be farther than before!

If placed in the inner world, it would be enough to cross a country, let alone just chase a certain figure.

"Is it...the legacy of the Emperor?"

"Congratulations to him, he got the answer right again, but it's a pity that he didn't post it." The Beyonder laughed a little, and seemed very happy that Lord could guess it, dancing on the spot: "The legacy of the Emperor, you can finally post this damn thing.

I’m relieved, hahahaha!”

The birth of each Transcendent God Clan means the death of the previous Transcendent God Clan. They are born from death, and will eventually return to death. This cycle repeats, that is, rebirth and destruction. Each one is the one who belongs to the previous one.

A continuation, but not a copy of the previous one.

But...I didn't get a response.

In the imaginary realm of transcendence, only Lord's breathing was left. Apart from that, there was no sound. And the back of the transcendent behind seemed to be getting further and further away. From the first few steps away, to

When you come here, you can only vaguely see a group of figures.

Even the space beyond the realm cannot stop the sharpness of the Zanpakutō's 'return'.

The Transcendent didn't seem to hear my call at all, and still moved hesitantly. His figure gradually shrank into a big white spot, and was about to disappear.

Thinking like this, I exercised more restraint, harnessed the power of omniscience and omnipotence, and poured all my spiritual pressure onto the blade.

Lord asked.

"Uh...understand, um, understand."

Lord thought for a while and had a complete idea, so he could only shake his head.

Such a calm reaction caught Lord by surprise.

Lord cursed in his heart, took a sudden step, and with the roar of space, his figure suddenly disappeared.

Tsk!

Lord's long-simmering anger finally broke out here.

In the transcendental realm, there are no distinctions between up, right, and left, and there is also the concept of time and space. The entire realm is like a chaotic and orderly miniature universe. When walking in it, you can completely distinguish whether you are retreating in which direction, or whether you are retreating.

any reference.

The essence of transcending the gods is actually similar to this.

Lord followed closely behind, following in front of the Transcendent.

However, even if you need to quit eating, the fatigue accumulated in your mind is inevitable and unavoidable.

Time has no meaning outside of it, and there is no way to perceive its passage. Before losing the reference, everything is disrupted.

"Is it because of 'legacy'?" Lord asked.

Is it a day? Or a month?