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"As he was speaking, a deep voice suddenly rang out from outside the Scaled Abyss."

Ren slowly walked out of Xianlong Dayu Palace. After glancing at the blond man beside him, his gaze settled firmly on Jing Yuan. "Now you actually admit that you were one step behind."

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Honkai Impact 3rd.

The lights in the laboratory were still bright at midnight. Tesla looked up at Rakshasa's confident expression, his fingers tapping nervously on the armrest of his chair.

"Killing abundance at its root...is such a thing really possible?"

Walter was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Star Gods often represent a certain concept in the universe... Perhaps, he doesn't need to actually kill Feng Cao."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"The impact of the Star God's death on the fate of [Abundance], and even on those who step into it, remains unknown." Walter pushed his glasses up on his nose. "My guess is that Rakshasa doesn't want Abundance's death, but some kind of... more profound change."

"Like... a replacement."

Tesla was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then narrowed his eyes.

"Are you saying this guy might be taking advantage of the Immortal Boat Alliance's 'deicide' act itself? And then replace the Pharmacist as the new God of Harvest?" Tesla shook his head in disbelief. "Your conjecture is too far-fetched..."

"But the Black Tower has already stated that some Star Gods are of human origin, right?"

Walter changed the question, "Then what do you think is the origin of the Medicine Master? In the Thousand-Handed Compassionate Medicine King Savior, there is a document recording the conversation between the Medicine Master and the Envoy Shuhu. It is a personified speech... Although it cannot be ruled out that it is a forgery of the Medicine King's secret teachings, you can't prove that his origin is not human, right?"

"Um……"

Tesla lowered his head and thought for a moment, but he couldn't answer. But she raised a new question: "Why did he do this?"

"Considering he's Otto's alter ego, we can't rule out the possibility that 'Kallen' exists in his world. If his obsession is to resurrect Kallen, he's probably trying to use the power of a star god to achieve this goal."

Chapter 213: No Trace Left by the Clouds (VI)

"Inside the Dan Ding Division, Jing Liu plans to come to Bai Lu to seek medical advice and have an outpatient consultation like an ordinary person."

"Jingliu is very clear about his condition and has come here simply to seek a way to calm his nerves."

Bai Lu nodded and said, "Okay, big sister, please stretch out your hand and we'll start by taking your pulse. Then take some Shadow-Transmitting Worms so I can take a closer look."

Jingliu reached out her hand, but Shiro quickly pulled it back the moment it touched her wrist, surprised: "What a cold hand!"

"Bai Lu quickly called Dan Heng aside and explained the seriousness of the situation. Although the external signs of the Jingliu were vivid, the inner organs and meridians seemed to be pulsating like an underworld river... It was a strange condition that could be recorded in medical classics."

"Although she really wanted to keep Jingliu at the Danding Division for observation, after learning that she would be leaving Luofu tomorrow, she could only bow her head with regret and prescribe a prescription for her to nourish her vitality."

"But Jing Liu didn't take the recipe. He just shook his head calmly: "No need. Even if Lady Dragon Girl is a master of medicine, she can't change the fate of the immortal species, right?"

"Speaking of the demonic Yin body, Bai Lu looked at Jing Liu a few more times, saying that she was nothing like those incoherent, mentally disturbed people, and her appearance showed no signs of change at all."

"I made a bargain and managed to stay alive. While I still have the energy to think, I know... my mind has reached its limit," Jingliu said calmly. "That being said... I still have many unfulfilled wishes and unresolved grudges."

"Right now, she's completely sustained by the hatred in her heart. Only by holding on to her sword and hatred can she maintain her existence. If she gives up even these, she will probably fall into nothingness completely."

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Dragon clan.

The eight Sheqi families and the Inuyama family.

On the midnight terrace, Hilbert Jean Ange stood quietly, his silver hair fluttering gently in the night breeze. His eyes, like molten gold, were fixed on the light curtain—every time the mirror stream appeared, he watched with exceptional concentration.

"Principal, you've been watching her for almost an hour." Inuyama He's voice came from behind, and the sound of wooden clogs on the marble slabs made a crisp sound.

Angé didn't turn around, but just raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Ah, when did you start to care about my daily routine?"

Inuyama He frowned. Although he had studied under Angre in his early years, honestly, he didn't know his teacher very well. As a legend of the secret party, no one could guess what this 130-year-old man was thinking.

Completely leaving him alone... As the first director of the Japanese branch, he was not so careless as to say that.

"This Ms. Jingliu reminds me of someone." Inuyama He said softly.

"Oh?" Ange finally turned his head, a rare flicker of interest in his eyes. "Tell me about it."

Inuyama He looked directly into the principal's eyes: "She reminds me of you, Principal."

There was a moment of silence. The night wind blew up a few fallen leaves, which fluttered like butterflies under the light of the sky. Angé suddenly laughed and gently patted Inuyama He's shoulder. "Why?"

"Desire, the desire for revenge." Inuyama He found a chair, held onto the armrests, and slowly sat down. "I was your student, but more than sixty years have passed. I'm almost dying of old age, and yet you're still eager to try like a young man. Even with dragon blood, it seems unreasonable."

"That Lady Jingliu has lived for over a thousand years. The Xianzhou people of her time have probably all become demonic beings, right? Yet she remains so youthful, capable of killing with a sword. Hatred sustains her will. And hatred is what keeps you alive and well, over a hundred years old... It's also hatred. Aren't you alike?"

"Haha...yes, hatred is what brought me to this point." Ange lit a cigar and took a deep drag. "I don't want to die in a hospital bed with an oxygen tube down my throat. I don't want to wait until my organs fail, and then watch my students risk their lives in bed. That would be...torture for me."

"So I admire her very much. She must know that her death is not far away. She wants to take away a star god or something before she dies... Don't you think this idea is cool?" Ange exhaled a puff of smoke and spread his hands with a smile.

"It's really cool." Inuyama He said lightly, "You too."

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"The three of them arrived in front of Xianlong Dayu Palace, and as expected... Jingliu saw Ren here."

Luosha nodded to Jingliu, then looked at Jingyuan and said calmly, "Take this man away first. What happens next has nothing to do with him."

"Jing Yuan gave Yan Qing a look, and the latter understood and left with the remaining Cloud Riders and Rakshasa."

After confirming that no one was left, Jing Liu slowly walked between the three and spoke meaningfully, "...Now everyone is here. I never thought that after hundreds of years, the Five Heroes of the Clouds would be able to reunite."

"If I remember correctly, seven hundred years ago, the five of us swore an oath right here, vowing to meet here and drink a cup together, no matter how far we were from each other."

"Alas, the Scale Abyss hangs in the balance, and the world is in turmoil. Some of the five of us have been reborn, some have been unable to die, some have been imprisoned, and some... will never be able to keep our appointment. All our friendships have vanished."

"Now she is about to be put on trial, and this might be her last. So before she leaves, she invites everyone to this first gathering place."

"There are five names for each person, and three prices for each person."

Jingliu gritted his teeth and spoke word for word, "The culprit, Yinyue, wields the magical power of dragon transformation to bring the dead back to life and change his form, causing great disaster and bringing disgrace to the honor of the warriors."

"Following the evil star, he was rebellious and arrogant, he touched the flesh and blood of the envoys of the God of Plenty, helped drink the moon and acted recklessly, and eventually fell into the state of an immortal evil creature."

“…And the sinner Jing Liu, guilty of evil, murdered his comrades, and betrayed his alliance.”

"Now, it's time for us to pay the price."

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One Piece.

"From the grammatical structure, I initially thought that what Ren said was some kind of ancient curse or prophecy on the Immortal Boat."

Robin spread his hands in disappointment. "'Five' could refer to five specific people, and 'the price is three' implies three kinds of sacrifices... I didn't expect it to be so literal."

"There are five people, and three of them have to bear the price. Jing Yuan is the general and the best performer among the five warriors, so Jing Yuan is not one of them. Bai Heng, who died in the battle, is naturally not among the costs."

Nami held her forehead and said, "Alas, I thought about it for a long time at first. I thought it was the password to the treasure somewhere on the immortal ship and the contact slogan, but after hearing what Jingliu said, I became even more worried."

"Pay the price... Then she wouldn't want to give both Blade and Dan Heng..."

Nami seemed to have thought of some terrifying scene, and suddenly covered her mouth and stopped talking.

"Impossible! She can't be killed with just one blade, right?" Usopp looked at Jing Yuan, who had been silent in the light curtain. "Dan Heng is also a distinguished guest of the Immortal Boat. He just helped Jing Yuan drive away Huan Long a while ago. And if she really wanted to attack Dan Heng, she would have had countless opportunities along the way."

Chapter 214: No Trace Left by the Clouds (Part 7)

"Danheng, you will never be able to escape Yinyue, because he is your starting point. The sins he committed will always accompany you on your journey, like a shadow, until you die."

"'Blade...'" Jing Liu slowly averted his gaze, his voice colder than Luo Xue's. "It's a good name. For the rest of your endless life, you can only wander between killing and being killed, seeking a place to bury your bones. Otherwise, you will not be able to dispel Ying Xing's regret."

"Finally, it's me." Jingliu slowly walked past Jingyuan. "I will face the Alliance's decree and bear eternal punishment. And after that... an even more severe price awaits me."

"Jingliu quietly gazed at the distant clouds. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, but it brought no warmth."

"The Five Heroes of the Clouds...it's time to say goodbye to each other."

"Jingliu asked Jingyuan to take her to Xuling, but the destination was unexpectedly changed to the Yuque Immortal Boat. After Jingyuan reported this to the Marshal, General Rongtao of Yuque became quite interested and actually stopped her mid-journey, setting up the 'Ten Directions Light Reflecting the Dharma Realm' to meet with Jingliu and Rakshasa first."

Jingliu was indeed quite dismissive of this, snorting coldly, "...Jingyuan, you're still the same, always trying to break other people's plans. But you and Yunqi...are nothing more than pawns in the gods' game."

"She didn't mind walking a little further with Jing Yuan, but just as she was about to leave, Ren suddenly rushed out from the side and stopped the two of them."

"Wait! Jingliu, before you leave, you still owe me a reward."

Jingliu turned to look at him, calmly shaking his head. "I've tried, but aside from inflicting more wounds on you, I can't help you much. Your immortality is not something you can simply dismiss. Killing the flesh and blood of an immortal god with a mortal sword—slave of fate should have told you that, right?"

"Besides, I told you this when I was teaching you the sword. I won't attack those who have no interest in life and are ready to be killed—"

"Only an opponent can make you draw your sword."

"Ren's fingers unconsciously touched the hilt of the Fragmented Sword. The cool touch calmed his restless blood a little. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time."

""Jingliu, I come to return your teachings of the sword.""

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The Valkyrie of the End.

"Oh? It's finally starting."

In the human lounge, Brunhilde breathed a sigh of relief. Having the two human swordsmen witness the battle between Mirror Style and Blade was a pleasant surprise before the actual battle began.

She knew very little about swordsmanship and couldn't see many of the tricks involved, but Sasaki Kojiro and Okita Souji would surely gain something from it.

However, when he reached Sasaki Kojiro, he found that the silent swordsman was sweating profusely and trembling all over. He stared at the mirror, even his breathing became rapid and uneasy.

She glanced sideways and asked with interest, "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so nervous?"

"Because I've died 76 times." Sasaki Kojiro slowly exhaled, holding the hilt of his sword and slowly sitting on the ground. "Just now, in my mind, I fought with her at least 76 times, and all ended in her being killed."

"Huh?" Brunhilde was a little confused after hearing this. She had no idea what was going on and frowned in confusion. "She hasn't drawn her sword yet..."

……

At the same time, in the VIP lounge of the gods.

"Hey, hey, are you really okay? You're not even going to show your sword? That blade is about to point the Fragmenting Sword at her nose, eh?"

Shiva, sitting in a luxurious seat, was boredly watching the light screen with the other gods. As the god of destruction and creation, he opened his five eyes wide, but still could not observe any changes in the mirror flow.

"I remember swordsmen always strike a 'stance' when facing an enemy," Shiva asked doubtfully, scratching his ear. "Could it be that she is quite confident in her own speed?"

"For ordinary swordsmen, this is certainly necessary."

Susanoo's voice came from behind him. He folded his arms and stared excitedly at the mirror flow in the light curtain: "But the posture can be abandoned. Abandon the formal posture and you can embrace the 'formless', thus responding to all the enemy's methods."

"Shapeless... why is it so mysterious? You didn't make it up, did you, Little Xuxu?" Sakya put a cola-flavored lollipop into his mouth.

Two veins popped out on Susanoo's forehead, and he simply didn't bother to pay attention to the two guys anymore: "Humph, you'll know when you read on."

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"Seven hundred years ago, we were like this here..."

"Chatting, laughing, fighting... full of energy, thinking about the future."

"The crimson blade of the shattered sword was stained with a streak of blood, but the next moment, a streak of cold light flashed across his neck—clang!!"

"Neither of them dodged or evaded. Two blades, one blue and one red, collided, creating a cloud of dust. With a clang, they heard the sound of two blades colliding, sending countless tiny sparks flying through the dust."

"After this clash of forces, the two figures intersected dozens of times in a flash, and hundreds of sharp cracks echoed, like popping beans. Their weapons clashed countless times in the blink of an eye, and the humming and vibration between the blades was like a steel wire, threatening to pierce into the ears of several people."

"Her sword cut through the smoke and stabbed straight for Blade's throat."

"—Seven hundred years ago, the same sword movement stopped half an inch from his neck."

"The looks of you all at that time are still lingering before my eyes, as if it were a dream from last night."

"I thought these happy days would last as long as the lifespan of the immortal boat people, day after day, endlessly repeating."

“But… the dream…”

"The sword in reality slashed upward, tearing away the black veil that Jingliu had covered his eyes with. Amidst the soaring and surging sword energy, Jingliu finally saw clearly—the sword energy that slashed towards him also reflected the afterimage of the past."

"…will eventually awaken, like clouds dispersing."

"The last sword crossed. At the moment when the blade pierced the chest and blood dripped, time seemed to freeze."

"—It's like the sea breeze from seven hundred years ago."

"She saw Bai Heng standing beneath the statue of Long Zun, chatting and laughing with everyone, her fox ears trembling slightly at the laughter. As if sensing something, she turned back to look at her, her eyes curved into crescents."

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Absolute Zone Zero.