The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Lord came to the bronze door and stopped in silence.

It's not that I don't have the courage to open the door, but I'm recalling that period of time that I can't forget and only a few pitiful memories remain.

On that day, the girl resolutely sacrificed herself and ignited the faint fire of hope.

In that dark wilderness leading to the unknown and fear, Nexia burned her last drop of blood like a candle, opening up a path to the future for him.

This road was opened up by Nexia.

He is now stepping on his daughter's bones and is about to raise the god-killing butcher's knife and set off a raging war of revenge.

If you want to ask him what he is willing to pay for this.

So Lorde's answer is only eight words: give it your all, no matter what!

No matter whether it is the goodwill that has become weaker and weaker deep in his heart, or everything he owns, or even his own life, as long as he can achieve his goal, he will do it at any cost.

Even such behavior will destroy all life on the planet.

The dark flames burned in the pupils, without any hesitation or hesitation, only the persistence and determination towards the goal, and the determination to achieve the wish at all costs.

Maybe even he himself didn't notice it.

That dark will had a profound impact on him unconsciously, and his state of mind underwent some earth-shaking changes.

The long black sword was slowly unsheathed, echoing continuously in the dark corridor.

Adora sensed the man's intention and screamed in horror. She raised her hand and the power of the new star surged out, blooming with dazzling light comparable to the stars, as if to stop the blasphemy of the blasphemer.

Qiang——!!!

The ferocious and violent wind suddenly blew up, and the blade made a shocking strike with a whisper!

There are no fancy skills, no energy fluctuations, just the unparalleled momentum that splits the mountains and breaks the sky. The ruthless killing intent is condensed to the extreme, drawing a bloody arc like the waning moon.

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Adora couldn't even get close, because the moment she tried to reach out, she was crushed to pieces by the sword.

At the last moment of the queen's life, her eyes of shock, fear and confusion flashed one after another, and finally settled on the deep sorrow. She witnessed with her own eyes the bronze portal standing deep underground, the residence of the gods that Xandar believed in, with this knife.

It suddenly shattered.

And the man who blasphemed the gods stepped into the abode of the gods with a pitch-black blade and no respect at all.

After the bronze portal collapsed, a mess was left behind.

Lord walked on this difficult road, passed through the rising smoke and dust, and went straight into the deepest part.

There is a gray mist behind the door, and I don't know where it extends from. It gives off a disgusting and weird feeling. The ethereal gray mist lingers nearby, and there is a vague low call, but if you listen carefully,

But I couldn't hear it anymore.

As he went deeper into the gray mist, his spiritual pressure perception range was compressed to the extreme by some invisible force.

But Lord didn't care about this. He didn't even hesitate in his steps and continued to move deeper into the gray mist. Every time he took a step, the spiritual pressure in his body would double until it finally turned into a raging wave.

The turbulent impact hit the surrounding void, and the roaring sounds of wind and thunder were endless.

After a moment, Lord stopped and stared ahead not far away.

In the vast gray fog, there was a pedestal carved out of a huge rock. Sitting on it was an erratic, ghost-like figure, covered by some kind of thick light gray fabric.

"Welcome... to the abyss."

Before Lord could ask a question, the ghostly silhouette of a human figure was vague and erratic, and it made an ethereal voice that was as real as an illusion: "I've been waiting for you here for a long time, Lord Carr."

"World spirit? Haha, it is indeed so."

Lord's face was expressionless, and his eyes were full of cold murderous intent: "The power of the new star, the unlimited energy, it's all your conspiracy."

He actually vaguely guessed that most of the legends spun by Shandar were probably false.

The first-generation rising star Roman Day may have been devoured long ago. The ghost-like silhouette in front of him is the so-called super-life computer world spirit, and he is also the 'Incomplete God'.

What they thought was the power of the new star was actually the power of the incomplete god.

From the beginning to the end, the Xandar people misunderstood that it was not an infinite energy source that they could control, but an extremely evil and incomplete god who was using the power of their planet to restore itself.

"To a certain extent, I can be what you think of as the 'world spirit'." The ghostly silhouette said lightly, and then with a wave of his hand, a rock base appeared in the gray mist: "You should still have many questions, don't mind.

If you want, you can sit down and let us chat slowly."

This rock base is scaled down and is no different from the huge base of the ghost silhouette.

"No need."

Lord pointed his blade diagonally at the ground and lowered his cold eyes: "It won't be too long anyway, just a few words."

"Okay, since you insist."

The ghostly silhouette did not insist, and said indifferently: "This should be the third time we have met, but it should be the second time for you. It would be a bit disrespectful if you don't tell me your name. Please allow me to start.

Let me introduce you."

Lord raised his eyebrows, and his calm face showed a trace of ripples.

However, before he could continue to think deeply, the ghostly silhouette spoke: "You can call me [Tawer Yat Umr]. The first time you saw me, to be precise, it was just a broken body.

There is no name, so I don’t need to tell you.”

Tawer Yat Umr…

Lord always felt like he had heard this name somewhere before.

But it was just a flicker of an idea, and soon it was submerged in thousands of thoughts again.

"It seems that you don't really want to know about me." Tawer Yat Umr clearly had no face, but it made people feel that he had a pair of playful eyes, looking at him with a half-smile.

"I asked, are you willing to tell?"

Lord sneered and asked.

"I can tell you everything if you want."

The erratic voice of Tawer Yat Umr sounded, and he said calmly: "Of course everything has a price, as long as you are willing to pay this 'price', even if it is the location of the [Twin Flowers], it is not impossible to tell you.

"

"So, what's the price?"

Lord blurted out subconsciously, and after finishing speaking, the corners of his eyes twitched, and it became a habit for him to answer the question.

"All the answers are behind this door."

Tawer Yat Umr raised his hand, and the vast gray fog was dispersed by the invisible wind.

Deeper up stands an even more majestic and huge bronze portal, with mottled rust-green and complicated lines, revealing the eternal and boundless atmosphere across the wilderness, and the decaying atmosphere of the ages is permeated.

Looking at the bronze portal is like looking at time.

The meaning of its existence seems to be silently telling the origin and end of time.

"That is...the ultimate abyss."

Tawer Yat Umr said calmly: "As long as you step into this door, you can get all the answers."