A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Even without the descent of a thousand gods outside of Kapras, these golden beings are enough to destroy the entire mortal world.

The first thing these divine hands did upon reaching out was, naturally, to kill this madman.

Marks appeared out of nowhere in the azure sky.

"Then let's leave it at that." White Face knew this was a sign of the appearance of the Golden Seed, but he didn't care at all.

He was talking to the Black Emperor, and only talking to the Black Emperor.

It seemed as if the descent of the gods had not even begun.

The mark was cut in a spiral, then gradually changed from pale gold to dark purple.

"Go all out," said the Black Emperor.

"Have we ever not been giving it our all?" White Face replied.

The two then drew their swords.

From a completely relaxed state to unleashing a devastating sword strike, it only takes a moment.

This time, the momentum created by the swords finally matched the inherent strength of the two.

The desert was shaken.

The surrounding sand seemed startled, constantly moving away from the sword's edge.

And so a natural arena was born.

At the same time, the space between the imprints in the sky was torn apart, and a strange entity composed of intertwined shadows slowly descended.

This is the true form of the Golden Seed, not its incarnation.

The head, one shoulder, and one arm completely spanned the crack.

The hand slammed down between Black Emperor and White Face.

"Shadow Lord Sardoko" descended with hatred for the Black Emperor and the White Face.

The concept of the golden seed spread, distorting the entire desert.

In an instant, the world was shrouded in shadow, becoming a world of only black and white.

From this moment on, shadows are "everything" here.

However, the swords in the hands of Black King and White Face were completely unaffected by Sadok.

It was as if He had never come at all; there were still only two swordsmen on the battlefield.

"Get out of my way." The two men, using the arm as a focal point, dragged their swords past each other, uttering the most disrespectful words to a god.

The shadow was shattered and then quickly disintegrated.

Sadok was like a cloud of dust, gradually scattered by the gale, with only his head roaring menacingly.

They inflicted trauma on the true God.

But they paid no attention to this “feat” they had just accomplished, and even ignored the wrath of the true god.

They turned around immediately after creating a ten-meter distance between themselves and their opponent, and once again faced each other with their swords drawn.

"Eighteen Styles of Style" and "Eighteen Cuts to Sever the Sky"

These are two different people, but at this moment, they used the same swordsmanship.

The phrase "severing the void in eighteen cuts" was originally just an exaggerated rhetoric used by the creator.

But here, the sky is truly severed.

Then, beneath the fractured sky, their fates were sealed.

Things always happen so suddenly.

Yes, everything can happen suddenly, and even if you're mentally prepared, it can still feel too sudden.

The end of the mortal world came so suddenly.

Whether you knew the ending beforehand or not, you will still be incredibly surprised when that day comes.

Not long ago, the world was peaceful, but suddenly everything changed.

The golden seeds do not arrive one by one, giving people ample time to prepare.

They surged forth like a tide, sweeping across the entire world.

People who don't understand what a disaster is always think that disasters will greet people.

Unfortunately, all disasters never give anyone a heads-up.

It came, and that was it.

When it arrived, everything changed.

Natural disasters are like this, and so are "divine disasters."

The Black Emperor held a greatsword in his right hand and looked up at the ferocious god.

This is the first golden seed to arrive, but unfortunately it won't be the last.

Bai Mian remained silent, head bowed.

He didn't need to look to know what was happening to him, but he still instinctively looked down.

He still retains many of the habits of an "ordinary person".

These habits may be the reason why he was able to barely maintain his sanity even after becoming a monster.

The longsword with the blunt blade that had disappeared from Black Emperor's hand was now embedded in White Face's chest.

Blood flowed down the surface of the armor, running down the leg armor and finally dripping onto the yellow sand.

In the final exchange just now, Shiro lost.

It's unbelievable, but it's true that the white-faced one lost.

In terms of swordsmanship, Black Emperor indeed surpasses White Face.

The pale-faced man placed his hand on the tattered longsword; it had been a long time since he had touched this sword that he once knew so well.

He never imagined that one day this sword would pierce his chest.

Black Emperor did not kill White Face. Although he had the chance just now, he gave up using the sword to pierce White Face's heart.

Just like he said to Hakumian at the beginning, he only said "if Hakumian kills me" and "if I defeat Hakumian".

He never mentioned that he wanted to kill Hakumian; from the beginning, he only wanted to prove that he was qualified to go on.

Even if this ending is nearing its end, I still have the right to keep struggling.

If they don't even have the right to struggle, then they are too pitiful.

All of Blakeras are too pathetic.

The Black Emperor was well aware of what was destined to fail; he had witnessed the failures of countless timelines.

He knew exactly what would lead to failure, just like Bai Mian did.

"That's settled then." The pale-faced voice came from under the helmet.

The outcome is clear; he has indeed lost to the Black Emperor.

Black Emperor may not be able to defeat Gold Saints, but he can certainly defeat White Face.

Whiteface pulled the longsword that had pierced him out and threw it back to Black Emperor.

With his back to the white-faced Black Emperor, he casually caught the longsword by placing his hand behind him.

As for Bai Mian, he staggered back a few steps after throwing the sword.

He neither restarted the time nor left the place.

He wanted to see how the Black King, or rather, the Brays, would struggle in the end—

And whether this struggle is useful or ultimately futile.

The lark, which had been circling in the sky, landed steadily on the white-faced man's shoulder and let out a mournful cry.

"Don't worry about it, I am the God of Wilderness, I won't die from this kind of injury," Hakumian said softly, his fingers touching Hibari's chin.

All of Bai Mian's attention was focused on Hei Huang; he really wanted to see something different.

He really wanted it so badly; who could know how much he longed for this ending to be changed?

Black Emperor should know, right?

"White Face, what would happen if I became a monster and could defeat you?" Black Emperor suddenly asked.

He was right in front of Bai Mian, so why did Bai Mian feel that his voice was so distant?

Even this silhouette seems to transcend the realm of the mind.

"I don't know." Bai Mian shook his head decisively; he didn't know what he didn't know.

"But I know this path is also wrong."

He became a monster, but he failed, so he knew that this dead end was not an option.

"There are so many things we don't know," the Black Emperor said, his voice filled with a sense of bewilderment.

The divine source, which had been hidden within him since the beginning of his adventure, had always been preserved within him.

The divine source is constantly tempting people's instincts.

To be honest, Black Emperor wasn't sure if his thoughts had been interfered with by the Divine Source.

After all, he was just a mortal, so it's not surprising that he was affected by the divine source.

The colors before his eyes faded, leaving only a vast expanse of white.

A ball of light floated right in front of him.

He knew this was the divine source, and that as long as he touched it, he could obtain a "concept" that belonged to him.

Having this concept, one will transcend mortals and become an Aragami.

At that time, the gap between the Black Emperor and the Golden Seed will not be insurmountable.

At that time, he was just like the White Face, qualified to fight against the Golden Seed.

"Yes, I can help you."

"You want to change all this pathetic situation, right? Then accept me."

A white shadow, identical to the Black Emperor, stood before him and spoke in a different tone.

Black King knew those tones belonged to different Breys.

He himself is a collective entity, and the projection of the divine source will naturally also be a collective entity.

Black Emperor scratched his hair and stared at the white shadow without saying a word.

"What are you waiting for? Haven't you already made up your mind?"

"Even now, you're still so indecisive."

"You can bear the weight of your entire destiny."

"You've even defeated White Powder, you have a chance to change the outcome, you just need a little help."

If—and this is just a hypothetical scenario—the Black Emperor had a concept of this, wouldn't he be able to kill all the Gold Saints?

After all, even when he was a mortal, he had the ability to kill all the incarnations of the Golden Seed.

He stood there stunned for a long time, recalling everything that had happened in his life.

Sometimes, with so many confused memories, he simply can't recognize who he really is.

He knew he was Bray, but which Bray was he?

Gradually, he only dared to use Black Emperor as a mark of himself.

But now he feels that these practices are all too pretentious.

He is Blakeras.

As long as he keeps this in mind, he will not lose himself.

What leaves me bewildered is my obsession with understanding myself.