A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

Chapter 215 The Vanished Consciousness, and Also the Vanished Restraint

Chapter 215 The Vanished Consciousness, and Also the Vanished Restraint

"The one who should die is me, the executioner!"

"Why you, Aba!"

Kenshin was in so much pain, as if his heart was about to burst. He hugged Yukishiro Tomoe's body tightly, howling and crying as he did so.

Mi Niang, standing some distance away, shook her head, a helpless expression on her face.

I really don't understand what's so moving about human sexual intercourse. It's just mating, isn't it? Isn't that kind of boring?

Even though it has a human appearance, the Sakura Dragon, which is essentially a dragon, can never understand what human emotions are.

She does have emotions, but to pour her feelings into a life is simply a pipe dream for her.

"Forget it, let's leave the rest to Katsura Kogoro."

"After all, only humans understand humans."

Just as Mi Niang was about to disappear, she seemed to sense something and immediately stopped what she was doing.

Her brows furrowed, and her eyes became filled with surprise and uncertainty. Then, she raised her hand, and an invisible energy immediately gathered in her palm, which continued for a period of time.

She stopped compressing the energy in her hand only after she felt it reach a level that could instantly destroy a small mountain if thrown out.

With her arm lowered, the energy ball floated in front of her, and then Mi Niang slightly bent her index finger, as if to flick it.

"Go."

The highly concentrated compressed energy slowly drifted toward the sword heart, while Mi Niang observed the other party's every move.

If you were to encounter this person, they would likely be reduced to ashes instantly.

No, not even ashes remain.

She didn't know why she was trying this, but just now, she suddenly had a feeling of unease.

With no signs of life around and his own body completely safe, the only reason for his sudden impulse could be the swordsman before him.

As the energy sphere approached Jianxin's back, the primordial spirit power surrounding it began to disappear, causing a distortion in space in that instant.

Even so, Kenshin remained oblivious, still holding Yukishiro Tomoe and weeping.

The energy ball was about to touch the sword's heart, and Mi Niang's eyes grew sharper and sharper.

Just as Kenshin's head was less than a millimeter away from the energy ball, Mi Niang suddenly waved her hand, and the entire energy ball immediately dissipated.

Am I being paranoid?

Tilting her head, Mi Niang's eyes darted around. After taking a deep breath, she realized that she might be being too cautious.

How could there possibly be anyone in this world who plots against me?

That being who has mastered the power of Qianyang? Sorry, the other party doesn't know where their true form is.

The remaining little ants knew they couldn't deal with themselves either.

"That's enough for today. Some things just get more confusing the more you think about them."

Comforting herself, Mi Niang decisively left the spot.

after a while.

Swish!

The previously vanished Mi Niang reappeared directly behind Kenshin, the distance between them barely a finger's width!

"Abba... I'm sorry..."

"Aba... I miss you..."

"Aba... Waaah..."

What the hell are you talking about?!

As Mi Niang tilted her head back, she also rolled her eyes.

I was just overthinking it. He's obviously a simpleton. I even put on an act.

gone!

The figure disappeared again, but Kenshin remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed anything, muttering to himself while tears streamed down his face.

However, at some point, the corners of his mouth seemed to turn up slightly.

The crying stopped, Kenshin picked up Yukishiro Tomoe's body, and walked out of the forest with his head down.

The snow was still falling, and the crunching sound of footsteps was particularly clear in the quiet, dense forest.

"Suddenly an old friend crosses my mind; turning back, I find winter has already arrived in the mountains and rivers..."

"If white hair could be replaced by snow, why would there be any heartbroken people in this world..."

At the same time, in Edo, in the Kamiyashiki Ward, at the residence of the Sword Master.

In the vast courtyard, Sakiri, dressed in a plain white kimono, stood in the snow, holding a sword.

In Edo there lived a beautiful woman, who lived aloof from the world.

hum...

The greatsword was drawn, and a series of soft sounds transformed into invisible sound waves that rippled outwards, sweeping away the snowflakes from Sakiri's body.

He held his sword horizontally, raised his palm, slightly tucked his chin, and curtsied.

Then Zoche began to swing his sword, slowly and elegantly, yet stirring up a flurry of snowflakes, making the entire space chaotic.

"If you were by my side now, why would I need to get soaked in the snow and grow old..."

After completing the last movement, Zorche returned to his initial stance, muttering to himself as he slowly sheathed his sword.

But just as she was about to take it all in, she suddenly stopped what she was doing, and her eyes widened, becoming increasingly bloodshot.

Gradually, two lines of clear tears streamed down her cheeks, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Snowflakes splashed as a figure appeared behind her, kneeling on one knee with his head bowed.

"You felt it too, didn't you... Tell me, did you feel it too!"

The knuckles of the hand gripping the knife turned white, and a voice, suppressing sorrow, reached Huameiwan's ears from Sakiri's mouth.

Without answering immediately, Huameiwan kept her head down, staring blankly at the ground.

The two remained silent for a while, until finally Huameiwan sighed, slowly raised her head, and whispered through the silver strands of hair that obscured her eyes:

"Yes, madam, I sensed it."

"The will of Lord Taiichi that remains within us seems to..."

"Disappeared."

click!

As the long sword plunged into the ground, Sakiri's legs buckled, and he quickly grabbed the hilt to avoid looking too disheveled.

Just now, she suddenly felt her true energy become several times thicker in an instant, and then completely penetrated into the cells of her body.

At this moment, her strength had increased several times, and the flow of her true energy had become even smoother.

It seemed that only at this moment did the power she had cultivated through years of hard work truly belong to her.

But she didn't want this outcome at all, because as her cultivation deepened, both the Yamada family and sinners like Huameimaru found that their efforts and rewards seemed disproportionate.

In the end, they had to visit the celestial being to check if there was anything wrong with their bodies.

After investigating, the celestial being burst into laughter and revealed the answer.

"Your power was never your own."

"The source of all power is the seed that Taiyi planted in your central palace of destiny!"

"Hahaha, this is so interesting. What is Taiichi trying to do? Is he trying to use you as tools for parasitism?"

Because of these words, everyone realized that their Stand power was not as Taiichi had said before, that it had no side effects and was simply meant to help everyone.

After that, the Yamada family split into two groups.

Zorche and the others still believe that Taiichi has no bad intentions, while others think that Taiichi just wants to use them, otherwise why would he help them without asking for anything in return?

Even some people who didn't have a good relationship with Taiichi still got promoted.

"Madam, please calm down."

"How can I stay calm! His will has broken down, something must have happened! I have to go find him!"

"You can't move yet."

"Why!"

Huamei Maru straightened up, looked at Sakiri who was much taller than her, tilted her head back, and continued calmly:

"Because the Yamada family, or rather, the Kennoyu family, is truly about to split apart!"