113: Chapter 113 Fighting to the very last moment!

Xiao Shitou.

He was bathed in blood, his Imperial body damaged to the extreme. His left arm was severed, his right leg was gone from the knee down, and there was a blood hole through his chest, allowing one to see the Void Realm behind him from the front.

His aura was weak to the extreme.

Yet he stood.

Beneath his feet lay the corpses of twenty Supremes.

Twenty Supremes who had achieved Ultimate Sublimation had all died by his blade.

The remaining seventeen Supremes, having already been severely wounded by him, had fled the battlefield in panic. They had no courage left to fight, no courage to face this man who was like a god of slaughter.

Xiao Shitou raised his head and looked at the golden sky.

In his eyes, there was no regret, no unwillingness, only calmness.

"Twenty..."

He murmured softly, his voice so hoarse it was almost impossible to hear.

"Enough..."

He turned around and looked at the edge of the battlefield.

There, Ji Xukong and the Ancient Kirin Emperor were standing outside, watching him through the golden barrier.

Xiao Shitou smiled.

That smile was exactly the same as it had been back in Qingshi Town.

Warm, pure, and carrying a hint of simplicity.

Then his body began to glow.

That was the light of Dao transformation.

Golden light spots drifted from his body, becoming more and more numerous, denser and denser. His body gradually became transparent amidst the light spots, gradually dissipating.

Yet the smile on his face never changed.

"Teacher... Little Sister..."

He murmured softly.

"I have done my best..."

The light grew increasingly intense.

When the last trace of light dissipated, that golden figure completely vanished between heaven and earth.

Only one sentence echoed softly:

"Watch over it for me..."

The human emperor banner trembled gently.

It flew out from the battlefield and slowly landed in front of Ji Xukong. On the golden flag, the chaos heaven-opening diagram had dimmed significantly, as if it too had lost its former glory with the departure of its master.

The Tyrant Blade also flew out from the battlefield and hovered beside the human emperor banner. The blade trembled gently, emitting a low hum, as if mourning, as if seeing him off.

Ji Xukong looked at the flag and the blade before him, remaining silent for a long time.

His eye sockets were somewhat red.

That ancestor he had only met once, that man who smiled and patted his shoulder, that existence who had slain twenty Supremes single-handedly—

had just left like this.

He didn't even know his name.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor stood beside him, also silent.

His eye sockets were also red. He had spent countless tens of thousands of years with Xiao Shitou, watching him grow from a young Sacred Body into the current Sacred Body Great Emperor, watching him worry for his Little Sister time and again, share the burdens for his Teacher time and again, and sacrifice for this human world time and again.

Now, he was gone.

"The little master, he has gone."

The voice of the human emperor banner suddenly rang out, hoarse and low.

This was the first time it had spoken.

Ji Xukong looked up at it.

"The remaining Supremes have all been severely wounded; if they dare to launch the Dark Turmoil, it will be left to you."

The human emperor banner said slowly.

"Let you be the one to carry the great banner of this human world."

"The Tyrant Blade and I will assist you with all our might."

The Tyrant Blade trembled gently, emitting a hum, as if in response.

Ji Xukong took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

"I will not refuse."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor also stepped forward.

"Count me in."

Ji Xukong looked at him and nodded.

"Good."

He raised his hand, and the human emperor banner fell into his hand. The golden flag fluttered gently, scattering faint light rain. That light rain was not as brilliant as before, yet it remained warm.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor raised his hand, and the Tyrant Blade fell into his hand. The blade trembled gently, emitting a low hum, as if responding to its new master.

The two looked at each other and soared into the sky simultaneously!

Above the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning.

Ji Xukong held the human emperor banner, standing quietly. His gaze penetrated layers of formation patterns, landing on those seventeen pieces of Immortal Source deep within the mine vein.

Those Supremes had all been severely wounded. He could feel their weak auras, could feel the unwillingness and anger in their hearts.

Yet they did not come out.

Not a single one.

The human emperor banner fluttered gently above his head, scattering golden light rain. That light rain fell over the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, chilling the hearts of those Supremes.

They could not forget that flag.

Could not forget that man who held the Tyrant Blade.

Could not forget that battle.

Above the God Ruins.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor held the Tyrant Blade, standing quietly. His aura was likewise vast, likewise unfathomable. The Tyrant Blade trembled gently in his hand, and golden blood Qi faintly circulated on the blade—that was the final gift left behind by Xiao Shitou.

The Supremes deep within the God Ruins likewise cowered and did not come out.

Reincarnation Sea, Immortal Mausoleum, the Heavens.

Ji Xukong and the Ancient Kirin Emperor passed by them one by one. Above each restricted area, they stood for a long time. They did not attack, did not provoke, just stood quietly, letting those Supremes see clearly—

If you dare to come out, you die.

And those Supremes indeed dared not come out.

They hid within the Immortal Source, hid deep within the restricted areas, gnashing their teeth and cursing.

"That lunatic... that bastard..."

"Twenty Supremes who had achieved Ultimate Sublimation were all killed by him..."

"If not for his insufficient blood Qi, not one of us would have returned..."

They thought of that battle, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

That man was too terrifying.

Clearly only one person, clearly only with the power of one lifetime, yet he was able to suppress twenty Supremes who had achieved Ultimate Sublimation and beat them. His blade was too ruthless, his flag was too powerful, his will was too firm.

They had never seen such an existence.

"Hibernate."

One Supreme finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low.

"To go out now is to court death."

The other Supremes were silent, not refuting.

What could they say?

They only wanted to live.

Nothing more than that.

In the Cosmic Borderlands, on that desolate ancient star that had once buried Xiao Shitou's "first life."

Ji Xukong and the Ancient Kirin Emperor stood quietly.

Before them was a simple grave.

No tombstone, no eulogy, only a pile of ordinary stones piled into a simple mound.

Yet Ji Xukong knew there were no bones inside.

Xiao Shitou had undergone Dao transformation, leaving nothing behind.

Yet he still came.

He stood there, silent for a long time.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor stood beside him, also silent.

After a long time, Ji Xukong spoke.

"What is his name?"

The Ancient Kirin Emperor was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly:

"He did not tell me. When I met him, he was already called Xiao Shitou."

He paused, then added:

"His Little Sister called him Xiao Shitou. His Teacher also called him Xiao Shitou."

Ji Xukong nodded.

"Xiao Shitou..."

He murmured this name softly, then raised his head and looked into the depths of the starry sky.

There was the direction of the Immortal Domain.

"Ancestor, did you see it?"

He murmured.

"That person called Xiao Shitou has guarded this human world for you."

"You can rest assured now."

The night wind blew, and on the desolate ancient star, there was only the sound of the wind.

That wind was very light, very soft, as if it were telling something.

Ji Xukong and the Ancient Kirin Emperor stood there, not leaving for a long time.