shattered sword emerged in the darkness.
As the light lit up, the person holding this sword was Blade, who was suspected to be Silver Wolf's accomplice.
Blade swung the sword fiercely, and slender red petals drifted down.
He walked forward, and the sword carved a bright red trace on the ground, blooming cluster amaryllises one after another.]
"Cluster amaryllises? I remember that cluster amaryllises have flowers when there are no leaves, and leaves when there are no flowers, so they are used in love that cannot be fulfilled; they are also considered to be the guiding flowers of the netherworld, guiding the souls of the dead to reincarnation, and are a symbol of the cycle of life and death, meaning: death is not the end, representing annihilation and rebirth, the curtain call of the old, and the beginning of the coming reincarnation," said Zhang Chulan.
"Could it be that some imagery of the cluster amaryllis is embodied in Blade?"
Zhang Chulan scratched his hair, knowing very little about flowers.
The only reason he knew anything about cluster amaryllises was from watching anime.
"The true name of the cluster amaryllis is Lycoris radiata, which is a kind of medicinal material," Wang Ye said. "In fact, in ancient times, the ancients believed that Lycoris radiata represented return and blessing, symbolizing the continuation of life rather than the end of death."
"Eh? Is that so?" Zhang Chulan completely hadn't expected that the imagery of the cluster amaryllis had nothing to do with death at all?
"The name cluster amaryllis and the imagery representing death were both passed down from other countries, and over time people forgot its original symbolism." Wang Ye spread his hands with a helpless look. "The cluster amaryllis has another name in Little Japan, called Manjusaka. But Manjusaka comes from Buddhism's 'Lotus Sutra', and it is also a red flower, but it doesn't symbolize death either; instead, it is a celestial auspicious flower."
Zhang Chulan clapped his hands. "I've learned something new. But no matter what the original intention of the cluster amaryllis is, it is related to life… Blade's outfit looks very much like a Xianzhou native, so he is also a long-life species… Long-life species and life, no problem."
"Cluster amaryllis?" Seeing the group members' names for the cluster amaryllis, Xiao Se frowned. "Isn't this flower called dragon-claw flower?"
Lei Wujie, who had just returned after hunting a pheasant and a wild rabbit, heard this and asked in confusion, "What dragon claw?"
Xiao Se pointed at the skyscreen.
"The flower blooming on it is called dragon-claw flower, also known as golden lamp flower and red arrow flower," Xiao Se explained.
Huajin blinked and said, "I remember this flower mainly treats rheumatic bi-pain… Why would it appear in this kind of scenario?"
[As Blade moved forward, dark figures drilled out from underground.
The golden stamens of the cluster amaryllis instantly turned into burning candles, and then the screen turned black, leaving only a single candle swaying in the darkness.
The four characters [Life or Death Regardless] flashed.
Blade took a step forward, and a cluster amaryllis like an ink painting grew out.
Everywhere was red like fresh blood.
Blade held his long sword in his arms, his red eyes staring straight ahead, and then he closed his eyes again.
He continued to walk forward, with blooming cluster amaryllises behind him.
Those dark figures rushed forward to attack Blade, and just as those Fingers were about to touch Blade, Blade swung his crack-filled sword and slayed the dark figures.
Several candles went out accordingly.
Blade immediately made a cool sword-sheathing motion and said, "Let this sword be your funeral!"
He turned sideways, revealing only a cool side profile.
His introduction: Blade, Bounty: 8,130,000,000
Attribute, it is an icon like a cloud, annotated as "Wind".]
"Holy shit! This bro is handsome! Purely handsome!" Even though Lu Mingfei was a man, he couldn't help being dazzled by Blade's handsomeness.
He already thought he was handsome when he saw him before, but now that it was his personal video, he was handsome to a whole new height.
Isn't the appearance level of that world simply too high?
Among the people who appeared, there wasn't a single one who didn't look good.
"He will definitely captivate thousands of young girls and become the dream of thousands of young girls," Finger said sourly.
Lu Mingfei twitched the corners of his mouth with a speechless expression.
What is there to be sour about? Don't you know your own weight?
"Another one who is good at using a sword… I can have a good look again," Baili Dongjun drank his wine and laughed.
Li Hanyi was noncommittal.
Sikong Changfeng's consciousness drifted away, worrying about his daughter who ran out without permission.
Ahahahaha.
Jiuyue screamed wildly in her heart.
Her face was flushed, her eyes glowing with red hearts, looking completely infatuated.
Oh no! I can't take it anymore!
How can there be another handsome guy after one handsome guy? Do you still want people to live?
"What do those candles represent?" Xingtian said curiously, "Could it be the same as the imagery of those golden lamp flowers?"
"The imagery of the cluster amaryllis nowadays is different from our time," Lielei reminded.
Xingtian shrugged.
"After Blade slayed the dark figures, several candles went out." Zhang Chulan pinched his chin. "Could these candles represent life?"
"Not impossible," Wang Ye replied.
"Let this sword be your funeral!" Rimuru's face turned red with excitement, and he said with sparkling eyes, "This line is too cool! No, I have to think of a cool slogan for myself too."
Seeing this, Rimuru's subordinates thought while thinking how cute Lord Rimuru was, wondering if they should think of one too, so that they could match Lord Rimuru.
"Why are there so many handsome guys in that world?" Zenitsu was full of resentment, especially seeing the girls on the street being attracted to Blade, making him feel terrible.
He suddenly clung to Tanjiro, leaning against the wooden box and crying, "Wuwuwu, Nezuko is still the best to me."
Tanjiro had black lines all over his head.
"How much?" Klein crushed the teacup, his eyes staring dead at Blade's character art.
"How much did you say?!"
Klein was green with envy.
"8,130,000,000?!"
Klein was envious.
The Interastral Peace Corporation is simply too rich.
"Hahahaha, my bounty in the future will also be this much!" Luffy stepped on the sheep figurehead of the Going Merry, put his hands on his hips, and laughed wildly towards the sky.
"If the bounty is really that high, let's stop treasure hunting and just deal with the bounty hunters coming to catch us," Nami said with a sneer.
Thinking of her increasingly high bounty, Nami felt mentally exhausted.
Clearly she didn't do anything special, so why did her bounty go up?
She was really afraid that one day her bounty would be so high that even she herself would be tempted.
"He really is an accomplice of Silver Wolf." Kurapika quickly took note, and then looked at Gon and Killua.
Gon was gesturing and talking excitedly about Blade's handsomeness and strength, even saying that it would be great if he could be friends with Blade.
Hearing this, Kurapika couldn't help but laugh and cry.
This man is much more dangerous.
"So this cloud-like icon is the Wind attribute," Nakajima Atsushi muttered to himself.
"Now there is only the last attribute left, what will it be?"Blade advanced through the darkness and red light, the candle flames flickering one after another.]
[He flashed a wicked smile, finding himself on the streets of Luofu.]
[With a sudden dive, he slashed down a Cloud Knight.]
["Heavy karmic burdens,"]
[the candle went out.]
[Then he killed another Cloud Knight.]
[Another candle went out.]
[Blade looked at his sword, fresh blood dripping from it.]
[Red spider lilies bloomed once more.]
["You still dare to judge me guilty."]
[Blade continued to attack the Cloud Knight.]
[As he slashed his palm, a red blade wave was unleashed, charging toward the enemy.]
[Blade's golden-red eyes shone with light, his smile looking somewhat manic as his attacks intertwined with the spider lilies.]
[He withdrew his sword once more and suddenly glanced to the side.]
[Space kept shifting, and he kept slaughtering enemies.]
[Until the screen was engulfed in red light, he raised his sword and walked toward a kneeling enemy.]
["In this world of five turbidities, how dare you presumptuously call yourselves the Xianzhou!"]
[With a fierce downward slash, another candle went out, surrounded by countless extinguished candles.]
"Blade has a grudge against the Xianzhou," Conan said.
Haibara Ai rolled her eyes at him. "That's obvious."
Conan gave an awkward chuckle and turned serious again. "Those candles really do represent life."
Every time Blade cut down a Cloud Knight, a candle went out.
What on earth do the spider lilies, symbolizing reincarnation and death, and the candles, symbolizing life, represent on Blade?
"In this world of five turbidities, how dare you presumptuously call yourselves the Xianzhou," Elder Jiu shook his head. "Blade sure has the nerve to say that."
"What's he got to be afraid of? Isn't he an enemy of the Xianzhou? Saying a couple of words won't hurt," Nezha said.
Elder Jiu stroked his beard and smiled. "I really am curious about the story behind him."
"He, Blade, must be carrying something unimaginable on his back," Infinite sighed. "Most people in that world are like that."
[The screen went black, and rapid breathing sounded.]
[At the end of the intertwining corpses and spider lilies, Blade held his forehead, looking as if he were in great pain.]
[The scene suddenly inverted, and the spider lilies bloomed once more.]
[A man who looked similar to Blade sat cross-legged with his eyes closed amidst the cluster of spider lilies. Unlike Blade, the man's hair was white, and judging by his features, he appeared much older than Blade.]
[Yet when this white-haired man appeared, Blade's painful breathing vanished.]
[Shortly after, a youth with dragon horns slowly turned his head to the side.]
[The sound of something being pierced rang out.]
[Blade's pupils constricted, his eyes widening.]
[He lowered his head to look—a long spear had pierced straight through his chest.]
[And the person holding the spear was March 7th and Himeko's companion, that black-haired youth.]
[Fear was written across the black-haired youth's face.]
[The candle beside the two of them went out as well.]
[Right at that moment, Blade burst out laughing, his laughter carrying a manic tone.]
[The background music suddenly turned high-pitched, the sound of the suona piercing straight into one's soul.]
"Mr. Blade looks like he's suffering a lot. Was he injured in battle?" Xiaolan worried incessantly.
"Rather than physical injuries, it feels more like psychological pain..." Dostoevsky tapped his Fingers on the book cover, pondering the cause.
"If Blade is a Xianzhou native, then he should also be a long-life species. Could this situation mean he's about to turn into a monster?" Dazai Osamu guessed.
"Eh?" Kumoko blinked. "Who is this white-haired middle-aged hunk? Why does he look exactly like Blade?"
"That is Blade," Xiao Se narrowed his eyes.
Wasn't Blade not a long-life species before, only becoming one later?
Judging from the previous videos, the Xianzhou suffered greatly from turning into monsters due to longevity and has always been hunting down Abundance. If they forbid others from pursuing longevity in the Xianzhou, that would be understandable.
And Blade broke the taboo, pursued longevity, and succeeded, which is why the Xianzhou found him guilty?
Xiao Se guessed inwardly, but he wasn't sure if he guessed entirely right; after all, the information they had grasped was simply too scarce.
"Quick look, Lielei, it's a new dragon race!" Jiuyue tugged at Lielei's sleeve.
Lielei replied, "Saw it, saw it," while observing the other person.
Whether due to the canopy or something else, that person's face was very blurry, making it impossible to see what he actually looked like.
But those translucent cyan dragon horns were striking.
Lielei frowned as he stared at the person's dragon horns.
Is this a manifestation of bloodline, or were the dragon horns broken and repaired with gold?
"Eh eh eh, does the dark-haired man from the Astral Express also have a grudge against Blade?" Lu Mingfei was secretly whispering to Finger about the appearance of another dragon race the second before, and the next second, that dark-haired man appeared and pierced a spear right through Blade's chest.
"Tsk tsk, what kind of grudge or grievance is this? He's really ruthless."
"The candles went out." Gojo Satoru paused his dessert-eating motion, deep in thought.
Given that candles represent life,
and the extinguishing of candles represents the passing of life.
Now, when the dark-haired man pierced Blade, the candles went out.
It can be deduced that Blade died.
Yet Blade didn't die.
"Could he have died and resurrected?" Lin Qiye asked, dumbfounded. "An immortal body? Or can he resurrect just like those Xianzhou people who turned into monsters?"
Before they could figure it out, the sound of the suona disrupted everyone's thoughts with unstoppable force.
"Holy cow! The suona here is so kicking!" Zhang Chulan clapped his hands. "I've got goosebumps all over."
"Who's saying otherwise?" Wang Ye rolled up his sleeve and let Zhang Chulan look at his arm.
"I feel like my scalp is about to fly off from sheer pleasure," Xu Si chimed in.
The other people of Zhonghuajia were more or less shocked in the same way.
[Laughing heartily, Blade snapped the long spear and locked into close combat with the black-haired youth.]
[Their battle was hearty and unhindered.]
["Before you clear your sins..."]
[The youth vanished, and Blade stood in place, supporting his head with his hand.]
[Then he took up his sword to fight again.]
["My revenge,"]
[Blade leapt down from the sky, his blade blooming like the petals of a spider lily.]
["is endless."]
[Blade picked up his sword, the blade reflecting his scarlet-gold eyes.]
[He turned his back to the camera.]
[The candles continued to go out, leaving only a single candle flame flickering precariously.]
[And the flame of that candle swayed in Blade's eyes as he slowly closed them.]
"Oh? Looking at it this way, the black-haired man has secrets on him too," Zhuge Qing smiled and said.
"Most of the people who have appeared so far look like they have secrets, alright," Wang Ye said.
"What kind of secrets are we inquiring about?" Feng Baobao picked up on the key elements and looked at the two of them. "I'm a professional."
Wang Ye broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "No! We're not inquiring about any secrets! Just joking around."
Seeing this, Feng Baobao withdrew her gaze with regret.
She thought she could finally show off her skills.
But the canopy is really nice to look at.
"I wonder what kind of grudge Blade and the black-haired man have," Lei Wujie said while roasting a wild chicken. "Before the dark-haired man clears his sins, his revenge will not stop. Could it be that the dark-haired man killed his whole family?"
"This monk thinks it might not be a grudge from wiping out his family, oh."
Lei Wujie looked toward Wuxin.
Wuxin smiled. "This monk saw that in patron Blade's eyes when looking at the black-haired young master, there was only killing intent, no hatred. If the black-haired young master were his parent-slaying enemy, how could patron Blade not hate him?"
Xiao Se nodded; he had also noticed this point.
But compared to this, he was more concerned about the dragon race man from earlier...
Although his face was blurred, the black-haired man appeared the very next second. Could the two of them be the same person?
"Is this candle whose flame is flickering precariously yet still burning representing Mr. Blade's life?" Shinpachi muttered curiously.
"Shinpachi, have you been possessed by a ghost?" Gintoki hugged a potted plant, trembling.
Shinpachi: "?"
"That's right, Shinpachi, you've definitely been possessed, alu, otherwise how could you be so smart!" Kagura also clung tightly to Sadaharu.
Shinpachi: "..."
The next second, a handful of salt was sprinkled all over him.
"Quickly get out of Shinpachi's body, you bastard!" Gintoki shouted while trembling in fear and throwing salt.
Shinpachi clenched his fists, unable to bear it any longer. "Cut it out, bastard A-Gin!"
At this moment, a melodious piece of music sounded, accompanied by the sound of high heels stepping on the ground.
Everyone looked up.
In the canopy, Kafka pinched a silver coin and slid it across the wall.