The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Indifferent men extend invitations.

But Lord was very cautious and did not rush in to find out the truth.

Although the truth of the Broken Battle of Heaven and Hell was within reach of him at this moment, and he could know it just by stepping into this temple, he was still very vigilant and did not figure out the origin of the indifferent man.

Before, he would never have easily stepped into that temple.

The reason is obviously obvious.

The appearance of the Tower of Babel in such a relic of a civilization that dates back millions of years, or even longer, is surprising enough. But now a living person with an even weirder appearance and behavior suddenly appears in front of him. How?

How can we prevent him from being vigilant?

Especially his first impression of an indifferent man made Lord feel a deep sense of disgust.

Although even he himself couldn't tell where this feeling of disgust came from, it lingered in his heart like a shadow, as if it was an allergen that humans naturally reject. It was so serious that he now wished he could give it to the other person.

Come and have a knife!

This feeling is very wrong to Lord.

Because if a Shinigami wants to master stronger power, the first trial he must pass is to have in-depth soul communication with the Zanpakutō. The advantage of doing this is that it will gradually create a certain change in the Shinigami's state of mind and spirit.

An earth-shaking change.

Therefore, as the strength level of the Death God progresses, the soul and state of mind will become stronger and stronger, and the two are a process that complements each other.

Perhaps Lord is slightly inferior in terms of spiritual power, but his state of mind and soul have already surpassed most captain-level Shinigami after undergoing training, so it is almost impossible for external factors to affect him.

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But when facing this indifferent man, he was inevitably 'influenced'!

Seeing Lord's reluctance to act, the indifferent man's blue eyes flashed, as if he could see the scruples in his heart, and he slowly spoke, "Don't feel wary or confused, it's normal to hate me.

Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"Interesting statement."

Lord put his right hand on the handle of the knife, maintaining a posture ready to counterattack at any time, and said calmly: "But unfortunately it is not convincing at all. Instead of using these words to frustrate me, why don't you tell me why you let me in?"

Seeing that the other party refused to accept the offer, a hint of helplessness flashed across the cold man's face, and he said: "It's not that I want you to go in, but the truth you want to know can only be seen in the temple, and I can't tell it orally."

Unable to speak... is there some kind of restriction?

"Then if I tell you that I am not interested in the truth, will you stop me?" Lord raised his eyebrows and said again.

"The choice is always in your hands." The indifferent man shook his head and said with deep eyes: "But I firmly believe that you will not leave like this."

Lord sneered and said, "Are you so sure?"

"The dice of fate have already fallen, and no one can change the outcome."

The indifferent man looked at Lord, sighed deeply, and said: "I have been waiting here for millions of years, just waiting for someone to come over. Only the person holding the 'Destiny Clay Tablet' can open this legacy.

monuments, and that person... is you."

"The Clay Tablet of Destiny? You mean... the stone carving with Akkadian writing on it?" Lord was shocked. He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary thing could be so powerful!

"To be precise...that's part of it." The indifferent man said: "The real clay tablet of destiny records everything about..., but it has long been accompanied by that war.

It’s broken, and all you see is just one piece.”

There are seven tablets of destiny, which are said to record the scene at the beginning of God's creation.

But now judging from the indifferent man's expression, the things recorded on the Destiny Clay Tablet should not be as simple as imagined, at least they are definitely not the scene when God created the world.

"There are no accidents in the world, only necessity..." Lord muttered this sentence in a low voice. Just as he had guessed before, from the moment he got the tablet of destiny, the invisible thread of cause and effect began to flow.

It has already entangled him.

Therefore, escaping is of no use.

Even if he turns around and leaves here today, he will eventually return to this historic site under the guidance of fate.

"A sentence that contains philosophy is very suitable for the current situation." The indifferent man nodded slightly and expressed his certainty: "When fate leads you here, it is better to face it head-on than to delay and escape."

"That makes sense."

Lord suddenly chuckled, exhaled slowly, and said: "Everyone is coming, why don't we just do as you wish."

After saying that, he took steps and walked into the temple.

But if you look closely, you can see that the Zanpakutō held by Lord's right hand has already been about half an inch out of its sheath, and he could draw the sword at any time and chop off the indifferent man's head with unparalleled power.

The indifferent man didn't pay attention to this, but after a casual glance, he turned around and led the way to the temple, lightly reminding: "It's a good thing to be vigilant, but I suggest you don't attack me, otherwise the person who suffers will only suffer the consequences."

It could be you."

Lord followed behind him. After hearing this, his brows sank, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes: "I can understand the meaning of this sentence, do you have enough confidence that you won't be killed by me with a knife?

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"This is neither provocation nor self-confidence." The indifferent man paused for about half a second before saying mockingly: "Maybe you can kill me in the future, but not now, and I look forward to that day.

advent."

"It sounds like you are expecting me to kill you?"

"In a way...yes."

"Can you tell me why?"

"I am a sinful person and have been cursed by God, so I look forward to death."

When he said this, Lord could hear a hint of sadness and mourning in the indifferent man's voice, as if he was regretting the sins he had committed.

"What crime have you committed?" Lord asked curiously.

"I...killed someone." After the indifferent man was silent for a moment, he slowly said: "He...is my brother."

Lord asked again: "Who the hell are you?"

However, this time, the indifferent man still did not answer. He just said: "I am... a cursed person."

He talks without any beginning or end, and is obviously another riddle man.

Lord knew it would be useless even if he asked, so he didn't bother to ask the reason, and just silently followed the indifferent man into the temple.

The internal structure of the temple is square and square, and it occupies a small area.

There is neither a high platform statue used for worship nor any related relief murals, only a dark stone tablet.

But unlike the stone stele seen in the temple below, this dark stone stele has no paintings, only dense Akkadian characters, like inscriptions used to record major events, deeply embedded in incised ways.

The monument is several inches deep.

"You don't want me to see this, do you?"

The veins on the corners of Lord's eyebrows throbbed. He looked at the indifferent man angrily and said, "I don't know how to read this kind of text. Why don't you read it to me?"

"No need to read."

The indifferent man raised his hand and pointed at the stone tablet and said, "You only need to touch the stone tablet to hear His voice."