Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

With the advantage of playing on home turf, Ji Xuanyuan's combat power has surpassed that of the pseudo-Herrscher.

The sword wave engulfed Su Qing'an.

Very normal.

At that speed, it's not surprising that you can't avoid it.

But what happened next was incomprehensible to Ji Xuanyuan. The sword wave, which was large enough to cleave the Jizang Soul in one strike, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The clanging sound of swords clashing was piercing to the eardrums, and the girl's consciousness was already fading the moment she realized something was wrong.

Su Qing'an's holy spear pierced her heart, and using that as a base, tore apart her body, effortlessly cleaving open the body of the Emperor-level Honkai Beast as if it were nothing.

The instantaneous kill cannot change the fact that the opponent is still constantly regenerating, even though the power of the Corruption Herrscher is enough to suppress the continuous accumulation of Honkai energy.

However, given Su Qing'an's physical condition, continuing the battle would undoubtedly only result in defeat.

"You...how come you're alright?"

The meaningless question came out of Ji Xuanyuan's mouth. Her throat had been melted by the heat, but as a soul that had just passed away, she naturally did not need to rely on human organs to speak.

Su Qing'an did not respond. The gamma particles and Honkai energy on the surface of the Holy Lance continued to emanate fierce destructive power, but it was no longer in its original stable state.

At such close range, not only Ji Xuanyuan himself was tested by the temperature of the Holy Spear, but Su Qing'an, as its master, also suffered the scorching heat almost indiscriminately.

He barely survived by forcibly building a shield of Honkai energy by eroding his body's surface, but even so, the blood inside his body was gradually and cruelly evaporated.

That kind of pain was even worse than the torment of having his left hand severed.

The boy remained expressionless, though his pain receptors were almost gone. He had heard that hearing was the last thing a person lost before death, and before his eardrums were affected, he decided to use this to determine his own death date with Kenshin.

The girl wailed in agony. Her powerful regenerative abilities prevented her from dying, but the connection that existed between her soul and her body challenged her relentlessly.

Su Qing'an could barely hear Ji Xuanyuan's voice anymore; to him, it sounded like a soft murmur, like a spring breeze. He ignored the other's question.

The reason is simple: Su Qing'an is not qualified to compete with the other party in endurance, so naturally she will not choose to waste time answering such a question.

Now he only has one thing to do: completely eradicate the evil spirit residing in the Xuanyuan Sword, and try to rescue Himeko Murata in this way.

The boy coughed, but he could no longer cough up blood.

The holy spear in his hand was gradually fading away, and the divine key hidden inside was becoming increasingly clear to the outside world.

This is a perfectly normal result.

Putting aside the original formula for the Spear of Longinus, even the final design Otto created for this armor was geared towards a one-hit kill, instantaneous effect.

It was only by using the power of erosion and the frantic infusion of Honkai energy by the Taixu Sword Qi that Su Qing'an managed to keep the Holy Spear, which was originally as fleeting as a shooting star, alive until now.

But now that it's time to say goodbye.

His vision was still barely enough to see, but the outer shell of the Divine Key completely vanished in the next second.

However, the final destructive power of the Holy Lance before its departure prevented Ji Xuanyuan from immediately regaining his mobility.

The fragrance of cherry blossoms filled his nostrils, and a feeling of nostalgia welled up within him. The boy glanced at the beautiful hilt of the sword and murmured:

"Ksitigarbha, return to oneness."

On the ground behind, the remains of demons whose armor and helmets had been cleaved open transformed into a large amount of black and red Honkai energy that surged into the Divine Key.

Only then was the authority that Su Qing'an had borrowed through this connection completely complete.

The Key of Erosion, the Soul of Jizo.

Only with the power of this Herrscher of Corruption can he completely kill Ji Xuanyuan.

The massive Honkai energy, as vast as a boundless ocean, suddenly poured into the Divine Key from the boy's hands.

In the girl's empty eye sockets, vibrant eyeballs have been reborn, but her eyes are now filled with disbelief.

This aura of Honkai energy is the same Honkai energy contained within the sword wave she just unleashed.

The reason why Ji Xuanyuan could not understand it could all be attributed to the existence of the [Sacred Mark].

Its current ability to leverage Su Qing'an is quite simple.

Absorb Honkai energy and store it in the [Stigmata] for use at any time.

This is the reason for Ji Xuanyuan's defeat.

The phantom of the Key of God shattered into countless cherry blossoms, engulfing everything in sight.

164. The ending, a meeting.

The cherry blossoms have withered everything.

The tree branches droop to the high sky, dusk and sea of ​​clouds engulf the lush green leaves, ancient creatures soar beside him, soft and long hair brushing against his cheeks.

Poets are singing, and children are crying.

The song sounded like a sacred hymn, and the weeping sounded like mourning for the deceased.

Finally, the branches withered.

The fire burned silently on the enormous ancient tree, and the remains of the ancient creature, along with the remaining trunk, fell into the deep blue sea.

The singing disappeared, and so did the weeping.

These chaotic and confusing things are all illusions.

These bizarre illusions appeared before the boy's eyes, and he heard a continuous stream of broken sounds and whispers.

It seemed he could barely see anymore, but the power controlled by his consciousness remained linked to himself, allowing Su Qing'an to understand that he had succeeded.

The Honkai energy bridge within the Xuanyuan Sword was easily submerged by the corrosive power. Without the Honkai energy to sustain its existence, Ji Xuanyuan dissipated and entered annihilation.

The Xuanyuan Sword fell to the ground, its dark color dissipating like peeling shell dust, revealing its original brass appearance.

But this is still not the end.

The boy still did his best.

Following the bridge of Honkai energy, the power of the Corrupting Herrscher traced the origin and traces to the original Honkai energy supply point.

The illusory cherry blossoms successfully extinguished Chi You's heart.

After the power was exhausted, the remaining petals that fell softly formed the shape of a sword blade.

【定风波】Returned to its original form and fell into Su Qing'an's empty hands, as if telling of its companionship.

Just as Rin said, it won't break.

The timer in front of him was telling him that time was running out, but the boy still showed no sign of waiting for death.

Su Qing'an still has things to finish.

So it couldn't end yet. Sensing the lingering aura within the ancient sword, he bit its hilt with his teeth, using [Calming the Waves] as a support to prop himself up, and slowly walked towards the direction in his memory.

The young man will not give up on "Calming the Storm," but he still needs the Xuanyuan Sword to save Himeko.

With his arm gone and his body practically paralyzed, he had no choice but to move in that direction in such an ugly, disheveled, and utterly inelegant manner.

I'm sorry, brave warrior from a thousand years later.

With this opening remark, the young woman appeared before him dressed in a magnificent golden ancient robe.

...

...

Himeko Murata is having a dream.

Those rosy days seem like a beautiful dream even now.

But she always felt that something was wrong, like she had forgotten something very, very important. But sometimes she would just attribute that feeling to a casual misconception, like she had forgotten to put in the seasoning packet of instant noodles.

Until one day, when she was playing with the little one, she looked at the boy's innocent yet cold face, and suddenly fell into a long period of confusion.

She was so stunned that the usually calm child tugged at her clothes in concern, which brought her back to her senses.

She discovered the problem, but the dream had just ended.

Himeko Murata should have awakened, but fate always arranged her ending according to the script of reality.

They became assassins.

Even without Ji Xuanyuan's control, Honkai energy had almost completely eroded his will.

As she drifted into her dream, the Honkai energy silently shattered all obstacles, making the ending irreversible.

She "woke up".

At least physically, a blood-red greatsword appeared in the woman's hand. She indifferently cleaved through the greenhouse that Su Qing'an had built for her and stepped out of the cage.

The seawater had already submerged her ankles, and it wouldn't be long before this lifeless land would completely collapse and be embraced by the ocean.

Himeko, who is constantly on the verge of death, will also perish in the endless ocean currents and the ruins of the ancient site.

In a place devoid of humans, she would probably still be wandering silently like a puppet.

But a boy was walking towards her step by step. His scarred body looked no longer a threat, and each dragging step he took created blood-red ripples on the water's surface.

The boy was still bleeding, so much so that one wondered if he was about to lose all his blood.

Such a tenacious and heavy will, and a body as light as paper, seem to be practicing some kind of fanatical ideology.

He should have died long ago.

Even the woman who was about to become a suicide soldier instinctively wondered if it was an inanimate object rather than a living person.

But they were still human.

It's an instinct... that compels me to kill these humans.

"Sister Himeko?"

It was a boy's hoarse, unpleasant whisper, so faint that it was almost lost in the breeze and couldn't reach the woman's ears.

But Himeko Murata still heard it.

She did not respond; her amber eyes were lifeless and utterly devoid of emotion.

The woman silently raised the blood-red greatsword.

Without hesitation, without surprise.