Chapter 1386
It's alright, go have fun.
With the death of Sukuna-ki.
Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense slowly sheathed the long sword, and the illusory figure turned around, its gaze falling on Cui Ming.
His gaze was complex, carrying a scrutinizing quality as well as an indescribable solemnity.
Cui Ming was checking the energy bar of the beam gun when he asked a question without looking up.
"what happened?"
Jing Tianjinglong pondered for a while, his illusory figure swaying slightly, as if he was carefully choosing his words.
"Sir, please forgive my intrusion. What's wrong with you? Are you filled with resentment? No, this resentment..."
His voice lowered, tinged with hesitation.
"It's like carrying the souls of millions of dead on your back."
Cui Ming closed the beam gun, looked up at Jing Tianjinglong, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were explaining a trivial matter.
"It's nothing. I've encountered many things and killed many things. These resentments aren't mine; I've just picked them up."
Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping over Cui Ming, his brows furrowing even more tightly.
"I know, but are you alright? Won't you be affected?"
His voice carried genuine concern, and even a hint of barely perceptible reverence.
"Such intense resentment would have long since consumed the minds of ordinary people, turning them into monsters who only know how to kill. Yet you, sir..."
Cui Ming shook his head and didn't say anything more.
His eyes remained calm, like a bottomless pool of water, where even if there were undercurrents beneath the surface, there was no ripple on the surface.
Jingtian Jinglong looked into his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly, no longer asking any further questions.
But he knew in his heart that the person in front of him could no longer be measured by common sense.
In a sense, Choi Myung is now a second Abe Ra.
The resentment and murderous intent he carried were so intense that even ghosts and gods would flee, and demons would tremble.
Those are the marks accumulated from countless battles and countless kills, the heavy burden formed by the curses and resentment of countless enemies before their deaths.
However, unlike the Abera aliens, Cui Ming did not despair.
He was neither swallowed by the darkness nor enslaved by resentment.
The wails and curses of those departed souls were nothing more than noise in the wind passing by his ears, leaving no trace.
Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense drifted to the side, watching Cui Ming turn and walk towards the edge of the pit, and muttered to himself.
"Your Excellency is truly an extraordinary person."
Cui Ming turned around and looked at Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense.
"You're the real genius."
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.
"A normal-sized person, carrying a knife, chopping monsters like vegetables. I've seen plenty of strange things, but yours is the first of its kind."
Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense paused slightly, and then his illusory figure swayed gently, as if he were giving a bitter smile.
"You flatter me. I was merely fulfilling my duty as a samurai."
Cui Ming waved his hand, indicating that he did not intend to dwell on this topic.
"Are there any other monsters? Tell me all of them, and I'll take care of them all while I'm at it."
He spoke very quickly, as if he were in a hurry, and tapped his fingers impatiently at his side.
"Kill as many of those level Sukuna-ki as they come; don't leave them alive for the New Year."
Jing Tianjinglong remained silent for a moment, then his illusory figure tilted his head slightly, gazing into the distance as if recalling something.
"Have."
His voice became somewhat ethereal.
"There are a few left. But they don't seem to be in our world anymore."
Cui Ming frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Jing Tianjinglong slowly began to explain.
When he was alive, he was swept into a strange light during a demon-slaying expedition, and when he woke up, he was in another world.
After that, he wandered between different worlds, slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits, until he finally died from exhaustion in one world, at which point his divine consciousness returned to the sword.
"Therefore, I am not sure whether those few wicked beasts that escaped back then are still in the original world."
After listening, Cui Ming remained silent for a long time.
His expression remained unchanged, but a very rare flicker of emotion flashed in his eyes.
Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice filled with an almost sincere emotion.
"Awesome."
Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense paused for a moment.
"Your Mightiness?"
"nothing."
Cui Ming shook his head, put away his beam gun, and turned to walk down the mountain.
"I just feel like you're much busier than me."
Cui Ming looked at Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense.
"Is there anything else?"
His tone was indifferent, as if he were asking about a trivial matter, his fingers already resting on the communicator at his waist, ready to call for evacuation at any moment. Jing Tianjinglong pondered for a moment, his illusory figure swaying slightly.
"I'm just idling around anyway."
His voice carried a hint of bewilderment, yet also a hint of relief.
"Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well go around and see the future world. After all, I've never seen flying iron birds or glowing spears back then."
After listening, Cui Ming nodded.
He didn't waste any words, didn't exchange pleasantries, and didn't even ask, "Are you sure?"
He simply raised his hand, a soft white light condensing in his palm, and threw it towards Jing Tianjinglong without any pretense.
Jingtian Jinglong instinctively reached out and caught it.
The light merged into his phantom, and his originally translucent figure immediately became more solid, even the long sword at his waist gleamed with a real, cold light.
He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, and felt the long-lost physical touch, a look of surprise on his face.
"Your Excellency, what is this?"
"Energy condensation".
Cui Ming had already turned and walked down the mountain without looking back, his voice drifting back on the wind.
"It's enough to last you three months, use it sparingly."
Jing Tianjinglong stood there stunned, then bowed deeply to Cui Ming's retreating figure.
"Thank you, sir."
He straightened up, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and gazed at the city lights in the distance, his eyes rekindling with fighting spirit.
"Then I will go and wander around to see where there is still a need to slay demons and monsters."
His voice became firm, and his phantom appeared exceptionally clear in the moonlight.
"Great monster, I may not be a master."
He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of samurai pride in his expression.
"But when it comes to fighting monsters, I really do know how!"
A calm response came from afar.
"Don't die a second time."
Jing Tianjinglong laughed heartily, and his phantom transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the night of Su Na Mountain.
Cui Ming looked in the direction where Jing Tian and Jing Long had disappeared.
The streak of light had completely blended into the night, leaving not a trace.
He stood on the ruins of Mount Sukana, still holding the beam gun in his hand, the barrel slightly hot.
Cui Ming admired Jing Tianjinglong quite a bit.
This person is really amazing.
It's not the kind of overwhelming power that comes from being gigantic or using advanced technology.
Instead, he carried a knife and ran on two legs, cutting the monster into eight pieces with incredible skill.
At least he really went to slay demons and monsters.
It wasn't for fame, wealth, or to prove anything to anyone.
He simply cuts down any monster he sees and kills any demon he encounters, fighting his way from the Warring States period to another world, and he doesn't stop even after he dies.
Cui Ming has met many guys who claim to be righteous.
Some claim to be saving the world, but secretly plot for power.
Some people talk about protecting humanity, but when it really matters, they run away faster than anyone else.
Some are simply monsters in human skin, even more disgusting than Sukuna Oni.
But Jingtian Jinglong is different.
That guy seems to only have two things on his mind.
Slay the demon.
Exorcising demons.
Nothing else matters.
Cui Ming withdrew his gaze and looked down at his palm.
The resentment and murderous intent entwined on it are the marks left by countless battles.
He and Jing Tianjinglong took different paths.
But the destination seems to be no different.
They simply cut down anything that was blocking their way and eliminated anything that needed to be killed.
"At least he actually did it."
Cui Ming said something in a low voice, but his voice was carried away by the night wind.
He turned and walked down the mountain, his steps quick, as if he had something urgent to attend to.
The beam gun swayed at his waist, the residual heat on the gun gradually dissipating.
That guy, Iida Iryu, never forgot his roots even after he died.
Cui Ming admitted that he couldn't be that pure in this respect.
But he respects this purity.
Because in this chaotic world, having genuine dedication is a luxury in itself. (End of Chapter)