Chapter 481： I control my own life

The memory fragment ends here.

‘Floating Life’ completed its final mission, the shattered blade trembled lightly, and let out a cry of soul.

As the last trace of spiritual pressure was exhausted, it was broken into countless fragments and scattered on the ground, leaving only a solitary knife handle and the white ribbon tied on it, gently drifting with the breeze.

This scene deeply caught Lord's eyes.

As if a hammer hit his heart heavily, his brain buzzed and went blank for an instant, and the last trace of the remaining fantasy was ruthlessly broken, making him have to face the cruelest ending:

Nexia...dead!

After contacting "Floating Life", Lord not only saw the fragmented memory, but also understood the power of this knife.

Floating Life is different from other Zanpaku Knives. After the swastika, it will not intuitively increase combat power, nor will it double the user’s spiritual pressure. Its only ability is to pass all of its own in parallel universes through this one. The knives are connected together!

Nekhya used floating life as a carrier, and simultaneously summoned himself in all parallel universes. Then, by means of sacrifice, he gathered countless parallel time and space of his own power, forcibly cut off and sealed the authority of the incomplete god.

This is the truth of everything.

But compared to these, what made Lord unacceptable was that vague memory fragment.

Wilbur Waterley was the culprit who caused all these disasters. Needless to say, this is no need to say, but the person who really contributed to the death of Nexia is the one in the future time and space!

Spirit King——Lord Carr!

The high pure white throne, the seven shining gems inlaid, and the split-like double pupils, all the characteristics tell him that that person is Lord Carl!

It's him, let Neksia go back in time!

It's him, let Neksia sacrifice herself!

is still him, he has clearly seen the ending, but he still chose such a nearly ruthless solution!

Although the memory is not long, and there are only a few short sentences, he can still clearly feel an extremely strong sense of violation from that Lord.

The self sitting on the pure white throne has become strange to him.

He seems to have lost that kind of humanity, without any mood swings of emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, and he has become a cold rock.

In those eyes that symbolize omniscience and omnipotence, he can only see almost pure indifference and ignorance, like a high god, ruthlessly overlooking the small things in the world.

That kind of look...he has seen it!

In the bronze portal summoned by the incomplete god, the vast and huge eye formed by countless nebulae, when looking at the world through the crack of the door, is such an indifferent and cold look.

He is very annoying, the look in his eyes.

Because there is no humanity in those eyes.

In the eyes of the future spirit king Lord, whether it is adopting Nexia or giving this girl strength, it seems that it is a prop carefully cultivated for the coming of this day.

A prop that allows him, who was still very weak in the past, to survive this catastrophe and go to the right path.

"Are you on the right path..."

Lord squatted down, picked up the handle of the knife carefully, held it in his palm, watching the incomplete floating life, the white ribbon gently brushed his cheek with the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance.

The memory in his mind suddenly appeared, scenes after scenes flashed like a marquee.

From the first time I met the slightly nervous blond girl in the hotel lobby, and then to the blood connection between each other, although the time to get along is not long, it has already left an important place in Lord's heart!

She seems a little introverted and rarely expresses her own opinions.

But I always follow my steps, following me, and from time to time I like to quietly raise my head to look at him while he is not paying attention. His speech and behavior are always full of trust in him, with emerald green eyes. His figure is always reflected in the depths.

Even if she knew it, she was just a ‘prop’.

But she was still unswerving, and carried out the order of Lord Lord Lord, at the expense of herself to guide him to the right future.

Until this moment, Lord did not understand all this.

Why Nexia kept talking about the "right future", and before the last moment, the sheer determination in the girl's eyes when she turned her head back, she must be filled with reluctance to think about it.

The first time I was touched by my father, the first time I was held by my father, the first time I felt the love of my father, and the first time I followed my father... The emotion left by Kexia makes people feel so heavy!

Through the ages, it is difficult, only to die.

But the girl didn't hesitate, and sacrificed herself and turned into a candle to light up the future.

"Heh, what a silly girl."

Lord slowly closed his eyes and grasped the remaining floating knife handle. The man above the pure white throne appeared in his mind. Dad, me, the most uncomfortable thing in this life is self-righteous kindness, so I might have to live up to your kindness!"

The right way?

No... that is by no means the right way!

If in the future he is destined to embark on this path and become a spiritual king without the slightest human emotions, then he would rather not become an ordinary human again, at least that way, he is still a human being. 'People', not a cold stone!

"I know, you must be watching me."

Lord slowly opened his eyes, his eyes suppressed endless anger, and he tightly clenched the hilt of the floating knife, saying every word: "I can see clearly with your omniscient and omnipotent dog eyes, my destiny... ...I make the decision, and the road to the future is under my own feet, and no one needs to point out!"

Ha ha......

A breeze suddenly floated in the ruins, and a laugh was faintly mixed in it.

The man who sits on the pure white throne and stands tall as a god, seems to be penetrating through the barriers of endless time and space through those omniscient and omnipotent eyes, and made a cold ridicule at the past self.

"It's ridiculous, right?"

Lord also twitched his mouth and showed a smile, but the chill in his eyes became colder and colder: "I think it's ridiculous too, so laugh to your heart's content, sit down on that chair, and soon I will catch up, and then chop Down your head!!!"

Hu~

The breeze blew up the dust on the ground, and gradually formed three Chinese-I am waiting for you!

The handwriting composed of dust quickly dissipated in the wind, as if none of this had happened.

"Silly girl, don't be afraid..."

Lord took a deep breath and hid the floating life with only one knife handle in his shadow space, using a voice that only he could hear, muttering: "I will definitely pick you up... ...Definitely! I swear!"