Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin): EX Disciple and Teacher

A rainbow-colored streamer flickered on the top of the Tantan Cliff, as if it occupied the entire sky.

Slowly regaining the ability to think, when the boy's eyelashes moved slightly and the halo of spiritual energy in his eyes brightened again, what he saw was Hilliard's face and the rainbow light filling the top of the cliff of sighing.

"What happened...?"

Ian struggled to speak, but felt that his body was not as heavy as he imagined: "I remember... I won?"

"Yeah."

Sitting on the rock, the old knight smiled and nodded, and he calmly replied: "You did win—but is it really worth it to ruin your body?"

"Hahaha, look at what you said, teacher."

Heaved a sigh of relief, Ian laughed. He tried to stand up straight, but found that the arm on his side was still very sore, and there was a feeling of numbness that he couldn't control his body after drinking, so he had to give up: "We are all still alive , isn’t it worth it?”

"A brat who is not afraid of death..."

Hilliard snorted, and said with a serious face: "Listen, Ian. I have already removed most of the toxins on your body, but because of the impact of the thunder and the nuclear toxin of Soma wine, your The body will still leave extremely serious sequelae."

"You will lose many senses in the body, including most of the sense of smell, taste, and the ability to perceive pain. This is almost irreversible. It can only be cured after you reshape the phase neural network in the future."

"Really?" Hearing this sentence, even Ian, who was still smiling just now, froze for a moment.

But soon, he continued to smile indifferently: "It's a pity, but I'm really looking forward to it... I still have a lot of things in this world I don't know, and I haven't tried."

"It's time to bid farewell, but the longer you wait, the more interesting it will be to taste later."

"...Everything is interesting, you kid, you are too optimistic."

Because of his disciple's answer, he was stunned for a moment, and Hilliard laughed.

But he immediately turned serious: "I have cured these sequelae for you just now, at most, you will feel a little tasteless within a month or two."

The old knight said softly: "Look at your chest."

Ian bowed his head.

Then, he saw a wound on his chest that was slowly healing.

Based on the young man's knowledge of the human body, he could tell that the wound had cut open his flesh and blood, and carefully sensing it, it seemed that even the bone plates had been pried open and closed with ingenious techniques.

Inside the wound, there is a light golden mist shining.

"What is this?"

Blinking in surprise, Ian raised his head to look at the old knight.

He wanted to ask Hilliard what kind of high-level secret medicine he had placed in his body. Would it be okay to eat this kind of thing by himself? He has no sense of taste, and it's not a big deal if he can't smell the fragrance Things, let the teacher who makes the situation look worse first use it first.

But a flash of lightning pierced Anye, making him stare blankly at the huge wound on his teacher's chest and abdomen.

That is a huge wound that can be called 'disemboweling'...

But the strange thing is that there are no internal organs in Hilliard's abdomen, only groups of gray-white substances like stones.

More than that.

From Hilliard's legs up to his chest, gray and white marks have been spreading.

With all the color and mystery stripped away, the old knight's body is gradually turning into the most ordinary rock...a lifeless stone.

"What happened?!"

Standing up—Ian seemed to break free from all the pain and restraints on his body in an instant, and stared at Hilliard who was smiling lightly in shock.

Then, he bent down as quickly as possible, wanting to touch the huge wound: "What happened... Teacher, are you... are you..."

Even with Ian's keenness and wisdom, he didn't figure out what was going on in the first place.

It may also be that you don't want to understand.

The boy touched those gray-white rock substances. They are stones, but they are not hard. touch half point.

He panicked completely.

"Calm down... Ian, calm down. Haha, you are actually much calmer and more sensible than me. That's probably the last thing I need to tell you."

Compared to Ian's panic, Hilliard stared at the gray and white marks that were still spreading on his body indifferently: "Even if you were not dead, you would lose your sense of touch, taste and smell due to excessive toxins. Toxins make your internal organs exhausted, and your brain is also filled with all kinds of impurities, and you may become a fool whose thinking is frozen."

"A mind like yours shouldn't end up like this. I firmly believe that your wisdom can change the world."

"So, I gave you my core, and used my last source quality to expel most of the toxins for you."

"Why return it?"

Without any hesitation, Ian supported the teacher and leaned against the rock, and his tone resolutely did not allow any doubts: "My toxins have been almost eliminated."

"Tell me how to return it."

Hilliard stared at Ian with a strange look. He seemed to want to laugh, but his eyes penetrated Ian, as if he was staring at someone far away.

"I'm going to die."

The old knight's tone carried a kind of regret or relief, extremely contradictory and extremely complicated emotions, and the rocky gray-white traces had already crossed the abdomen and climbed towards the chest.

He said softly: "This is the ashes of the ice hell, the poison that will turn everything that sets the target into ashes - probably because my life is too hard, even it can only slowly kill me Turned into a rock, so I can linger on for a while."

"My death is inevitable, so why not let me save your life with my last sublimated organ."

Hilliard turned his head, looked at Ian, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my student, this is equivalent to you having the fifth-level ancient dragon material from the very beginning! I was with my king back then. Leading the army to destroy dozens of mountains to get it done, you can pick up one for nothing, you are really lucky, haha..."

Noticing that Ian didn't care about this at all, the young man just stared at himself blankly, and he said patiently: "Don't worry, Ian, I was about to die. Without Wiggs, I probably would have lived." But this winter...at the latest, it will be next winter."

Grey-white traces have begun to spread to the entire chest, forming spiderweb-like traces.

At this moment, Hilliard raised his hand and grabbed Ian's hand. The young man felt the teacher's astonishing strength: "After I die, send my body to the South China Sea...I want to watch over there ...keep watching."

Ian and Hilliard looked at each other, and the old knight said in a deep voice, "Promise me."

"Son, don't be sad."

"I promise you..."

Ian replied blankly: "But I still don't want you to die...how can I not be sad?"

"Teacher, I really want to cry, I know I should cry at this time, but I can't cry, I have no tears..."

The young man tightly held his teacher's hand. He didn't cry, but the psychic light in his eyes was shining.

He wants to see the trajectory of the future, but there is only a black ash on Hilliard's body.

All light is dimming, and the knight in the vision is dead.

He continues to exist in the dead body with a will that is detached from the material world.

This is a more desperate hesitation than despair. Ian can only endure, enduring this unspeakable grief: "Teacher, I can only feel a sense of silence and emptiness, a heavy feeling."

"I...I can't describe the emptiness..."

"Yes. That's who you are."

However, Hilliard raised his hand and stroked the boy's head in relief: "You are a strange child, an abnormal child, a child who is different from other children, a child who is hesitant and curious."

"I... I thought of a person, he is just like you, a guy who can never be truly happy, nor can he be truly sad and sad."

He smiled weakly, moved his eyes upwards, and stared at the dark sky.

Hilliard, whose spirit has been a little slack, seems to be communicating with Ian, and seems to be communicating with a close friend in the distant past: "What can fill the void in your hearts? Not even this world. Is it?"

"So... you want to go to the sky?"

Hilliard paused for a while, as if he was gathering strength.

Then, the old man said in a clear voice as before: "I am Hilliard Lexi, the thirty-ninth emperor of the Setar Empire, the knight of the pioneer Inaiga the Great."

"I am also the highest-level wanted criminal and traitor in the Setar Empire today——I am the last legacy of the 'Black Tyrant'."

"I'm sorry, Ian, but I will hand over your majesty's legacy to you... It will bring you a large group of enemies, and they are the masters of the world, a party with a large number of people, and they occupy Everything in this land has all the resources, and everyone is on the side of these guys."

"They are the kings of the earth, the envoys of the gods walking in the world, the generals with a large army, and the rulers of this world."

Lowing his head, the knight stared at Ian with his taupe eyes. The old man looked at his disciple's sad expression, then raised his hand and stroked the boy's face: "Why, aren't you afraid?"

The gray traces had spread to every part of the chest and abdomen, and even started to spread towards the neck and head.

"How come."

Taking a deep breath, Ian responded softly.

Already aware of the arrival of the moment, his tone became firm, like an eternal rock: "This is what I want to do, and they are the enemies I should destroy."

"Teacher—I came into this world to do these things."

Looking at Ian, Hilliard stared at that gaze.

Bright eyes. familiar gaze. Steady gaze.

Just like the eyes of the king back then.

His eyes are dimming.

——Actually, I have never understood it, I really have never understood it.

The old man's sanity has begun to become a little fuzzy, and the complicated life is spinning before his eyes, turning into endless flying fragments.

He muttered to himself, but also asked from the heart: "Why, do you all want to go to the sky?"

So. In order to respond to a close friend, in order to respond to a teacher.

Those in memory, those in reality, they opened their mouths and answered seriously.

【Hilliard, we can't just stare at the land in front of us】

Among the shards of light flying in front of him, one is shorter than him, but an enthusiastic figure walks in front of him. He gestures and gestures, as if explaining his future plans:【We can't be stuck in our land, Can't be trapped in this cradle...]

The young man seemed to be talking about something, but at that time I actually didn't think so, the earth is just a cradle... the earth is everything! All wealth and glory are on the earth!

Everything of human beings comes from the land, from farming and labor, instead of dreaming in vain, staring at the empty void!

But that figure didn't care about his refutation and reprimand, he just smiled and explained his point of view with a smile.

【Hilliard... the most important thing is that a civilization, a civilization that can go to the void, must be great. It can make everyone full of food, and make everyone have abundant wisdom and wealth—my friend, only when people are full and have nothing to do, will they have leisure and desire to appreciate]

[In an unhappy country, no one will look up at the starry sky full of hope and expectation! 】

【On the contrary, I just want to build that kind of country in order to realize my wish! 】

[Moreover. "

It seems that someone is answering myself, as if someone is talking, the illusory shadow gradually overlaps with the reality, and the words echoing in the heart are gradually replaced by the real voice in the ear.

The man of yesteryear and the boy of today are overlapping.

They were silent for a while.

They are a little embarrassed.

They seem a little embarrassed.

But in the end, they still spoke.

"Because I want to."

They spoke calmly, just as they stated the truth that there is no need to repeat the second time: "It's like a question longing for an answer, and a calculation longing for a result."

【Hilliard/Teacher, I just want to, for no reason. "

【I want to touch the stars with my own hands. "

So he went crazy and went to accompany that fool to chase the trajectory of the stars.

[Regret it? 】

Among the infinitely flying fragments of time, there seems to be a figure asking softly: [Just accompany me through a life of gaining nothing and achieving nothing, do you not regret it? 】

I regret it.

I regret not protecting that person well.

So...

Ian heard his teacher whisper to himself: "I can't regret the second time."

He coughed, but what he coughed up was also gray, like mud.

The gray and white traces have spread to the neck.

But just after coughing, Hilliard opened his eyes wide. His eyes were extremely bright, as if the coal fire had been rekindled.

"If possible, I really don't want to die, you haven't grown up yet, Ian, my disciple... how much I want to see you grow up, become the person you want to be, and then achieve your dream .”

"How I wish you could touch the stars."

He laughed smartly, a silver gleam lit up in the old knight's eyes.

Then, he raised his clenched right hand and showed it in front of Ian's eyes: "Look, this is Inaiga's legacy, the last thing that everyone is fighting for, it is enough to change the world, it is enough to transform the world, and it is enough to remake the human race." The hope of returning to the starry sky."

"This is... the world's greatest treasure, the key to open the eternal labyrinth.

——My disciple. "

It is a blessing and a curse. "

Get it, and you'll get hope. "

There will be no peace forever. "

A silver, thin chip that didn't seem to exist in this world at all was sent to Ian by Hilliard.

The silver chip shines with endless runes, like a bright starry sky.

In the vision of prediction, the bright and endless iridescent glory flows like a river and surges like a sea, but in the end they all converge into this small chip.

"As I wish, teacher."

Stretching out his hand, Ian took the silver chip with respect that couldn't have been more solemn and cautious: "Whether it's a blessing or a curse... I accept it with pleasure."

The next moment, it melted into Ian's body.

Watching this scene, the last light in Hilliard's eyes also dissipated.

He vaguely saw a thin figure that was gradually shattering. The knight smiled slightly.

...my king.

He also vaguely saw a white-haired child staring blankly at his face. He was watching sadly, but he firmly promised.

… Ian.

... my... stars.

Hilliard smiled and closed his eyes.

Grey-white traces of petrification spread to the whole body of the knight and teacher.

He left.

…

After a long, long time.

Just when the stars are gone and the moons are falling.

The white-haired boy stood up.

He carried the last legacy of his teacher, and walked down the cliff step by step.

The morning sun slowly rises from the edge of the sky, and the colorful rays of light dye the edge of the coastal clouds and mists with brilliant colors, and the warm sea breeze blows from the depths of the ocean towards the other end of the earth.

On the wind-blown coast, the boy raised his head and looked up at the high sky in the distance.

The light falls.

The stars continue to shine on this land, as they have for billions of years.