A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

On a microscopic scale that cannot be observed by the naked eye, everything in the universe composed of time and space seems to be quietly undergoing some changes.

It is this change at the micro level that even if Lord can perceive it, he can't do anything about it.

The string of destiny is vibrating, and with every twitch of the fingertips, it makes a pleasant sound. Karl seems to be playing a great movement named after fate.

when!

Heavy notes vibrated.

Hitting the soul like a lightning strike, a certain fragment in Lord's memory was completely reversed.

His body was severely injured, an unprecedented injury.

A large amount of golden blood sprayed out, half of Lord's body was torn apart as if being bitten by some kind of wild beast, and the blazing light of the soul like a star also dimmed a little.

Sitting and waiting is not Lord's character, he quickly made a way to deal with it.

Use the book of the end to insert yourself into your own past, and then use the power of omniscience to re-correct the messed up thread of fate!

"madness."

Carl didn't even lift his eyelids, but uttered two words coldly.

Lord's eyes were calm and expressionless.

Admittedly, this is a very stupid approach.

To some extent, this is a more stupid method than Yugong Yishan.

The chaotic thread of fate contains a huge amount of cause and effect, spanning from the past to the present and reaching the future. Every choice in it will extend countless possibilities.

Want to fix... pay the price, unimaginable!

Click!

The first thing to shatter was the power gem.

The purple spar was full of cracks, and amidst the overwhelmed screams, huge ripples erupted from it, and the stars shattered wherever they passed.

Lord snorted, his face paled a little.

Infinity gems are the embodiment of the highest rules of the Marvel universe, but even treasures of this level cannot afford the terrifying 'price'.

Seven Infinity Stones, even enough to resurrect Nemesis, can only carry the cost of only seven 'fixes'.

There are...six more!

when!

Carl flicked his index finger, disturbing the string of fate.

Almost at the same time, the orange gemstone symbolizing the heart was torn apart by a huge crack.

The immeasurable power of the mind is like a storm, sweeping the entire world in the blink of an eye.

Lord's face turned pale again.

Every time an infinite gemstone is broken, the karmic backlash he suffers will increase exponentially.

Super fast regeneration?

Collapsed jade?

Back in time?

useless!

useless!

useless!

Any form of recovery method cannot recover the backlash caused by cause and effect.

This is cause and effect, and it is a price.

The brilliance of the soul is dim, and the spiritual pressure surging like the sea is like a river that has been dried up.

"You, remember Nexia?"

Lord, who suffered the backlash of karma, was almost torn into pieces, but his face remained calm. He stared at Karl, whose gaze was as deep as a cold lake, and suddenly mentioned a name.

"remember."

Carl said, but his expression didn't change at all.

Not even the slightest ripple appeared in those eyes as deep as ice-cold lakes.

It's like... I don't remember the name at all.

Flick with your fingertips.

Another string of fate was disturbed, and the backlash formed by countless causes and effects directly engulfed Lord.

At this moment, his soul and figure were almost too faint to be seen.

The blazing, dazzling, and bright soul brilliance that used to be like a star is now not even as good as a candle, and the flickering dim light seems to be extinguished at any time.

The remaining five gemstones had slight cracks on the surface.

"Is this your last resort?" Carl's eyes were full of disappointment: "It seems that although you and I are the fruit of the same tree, there are differences."

He was born with the authority of 'fate' and is a "ripe fruit".

However, Lord has no appearance of "fruit", but no "core of fruit", and is a "corrupt fruit".

After realizing this, Carlton felt dull.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have expected you."

He sighed, shook his head and said, "I am the real successor, and you are just a small test on my way to the end."

Lord didn't speak, or...he couldn't speak anymore.

In order to correct the disturbed fate, he had to bear a huge amount of karmic backlash from the reverse direction, which was comparable to the devastating impact of the shattered future of countless time and space, which had already made him exhausted.

But even so, he was calm.

It doesn't matter who the successor is.

Fruit of corruption?It doesn't matter either.

What really matters..... memory, is human nature, is all good things.

If everything was stripped away, would he still be him?

Lord tried to take a deep breath, and took half a step slowly,

It was this half step, Lord, who obviously hadn't changed in any way, made Carl's heart tremble inexplicably, and he sensed some kind of danger.

How can this be? !

Carl's cold eyes, which never changed, made ripples.

He doesn't understand.

Danger, where does it come from?

At this moment, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

However, at an unknown time, a milky white long knife appeared in Lord's left hand.

"This is......"

Carl looked confused, because even his 'eyes' couldn't find the source of the knife.

Familiar... as if deja vu.

But where exactly has He seen this knife?

Karl couldn't figure it out, the familiar feeling was like a wave, hitting his mind.

"It's familiar, isn't it?"

Lord let out a breath, and the two knives drew an arc in front of him, and then slanted behind him.

"that's not important!"

Karl stabilized his mind. He lowered his eyes and said without sadness or joy: "Since everything started here, it should end here."

As his words fell, the string of fate... broke.

The movement of fate has reached its climax.

Passionate notes fell one by one, shaking time, space and dimensions.

collapse!collapse!collapse!

As the strings of fate were broken one after another, unimaginable tides were set off in the time and space from the past to the future.

The torrent of fate washed down.

Facing the torrent of endless fate, Lord's expression was as usual, as if he was going to die, he stepped forward step by step.

"All things travel against each other, and a hundred generations pass by, like a flying shadow, to spend time in sorrow and leisure."

"Its life is like floating, its death is like resting."

"Swastika - Floating Life!"

The milky white light blade became like a mirror.

Countless rays of light were refracted from it, like a sharp sword piercing the darkness, and streaks of white streamer were drawn in the chaotic time and space.

Karl's pupils shrank suddenly, and dusty memories flooded in like a flood: "This is... Nexia's Zanpakuto?!"

next moment.

In the chaotic time and space pierced by the brilliance, the mirror reflects countless parallel dimensions.

One after another, the 'Lord' in the parallel dimension walked out with firm and decisive steps, like a person going to die.

The strength and spiritual pressure of the soul of every Lord in parallel time and space are no less than the body.

"Do you think... you can win like this?!"

Karl's face was livid, as if he was angry, and there was some emotion in his voice: "Nexia, it's just a pawn created by me, how dare you try to defeat me?!"

"Then what if..." Lord lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Plus, what about her?!"

A floating and beautiful figure of Juechen appeared behind him.

Lord showed a hint of relief, looked back at her, and said softly, "Long time no see..."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The woman smiled, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Yeah, long time no see."

There were thousands of emotions surging in Lord's eyes, but in the end, his lips squirmed and swallowed those emotions, and said, "Would you like to be with me?"

"of course."

The woman stretched out her hand, gently held his hand, and said softly: "I said, I will be with you until the end of time."

"I am everything, and everything is me."

"Therefore... I am in all things."