Chapter 298: Ancestors, Please Witness

The boundless pitch-black night sky, looking up, gray haze covered the entire sky. Not to mention a trace of starlight, the entire sky couldn't even see the moon.

Boom!

The entire night sky, which was originally covered by clouds, suddenly lit up, becoming brighter than daylight. Like surging waves, like spears of divine punishment, thousands of thunderbolts danced angrily.

Thunder, storms, and heavy rain descended at the same time.

In this extreme weather, the face of a handsome man with sadness was illuminated by the dazzling light carried by the thunder falling from the sky, and... the nameless tombstone in front of him.

"Toki, Toki!"

A young man who looked 30% similar to him, but with a somewhat righteous and evil temperament, called out to him in a panic from behind his back, "This kind of weather... seems very bad!"

The man called Toki by the person behind him had no killing intent in his eyes, and there was even a kind of sadness in the depths of his eyes that had seen through the struggles of the world and jumped out of life and death.

After he began to walk on this land, during the past three years, he had seen many famous places—Taishan, Huashan, Chongshan... seen many, many people, many, many things, and seen many, many fist techniques...

There were successors of the Huashan Four-Bundle Fist technique, kind men who used the Hengshan Tongbei Fist, fierce giants who practiced the Huashan wrestling drama, beautiful women who inherited the Lanshan Red Fist, brothers of the Ershen Fenglei Fist, ghosts who used the Emei Fist technique, and the Black Mountain Hidden Form Fist that also belonged to the assassination fist...

Some people became his companions, some fought him to the death. He killed hundreds of people and carried ten times more sadness. In this process, he gradually realized one thing—

His fist,

Super Beidou's fist,

Should not just be a fist for killing, should not just be used to take away other people's lives.

Super Beidou fist technique is an assassination fist that uses tendons and acupoints to kill, but as long as it is used properly, it is a fist technique that saves people, so even Super Beidou's power can be used to "create"...

But this fist still only existed in his conception and had not been perfected, so Toki still wandered on the earth, while using Super Beidou's acupoint technique to save the weak, looking for that glimmer of opportunity.

He took a deep breath, letting the cold rain patter and wet his whole body. The white martial arts uniform stuck tightly to his body, taking away the body's heat.

But he just silently stared at the desolate grave in front of him that pointed to the desolate sky.

He didn't know where he had walked to at this time, because he only arrived here following the guidance of the "Dragon Plate."

Dragon Plate,

That was the relic of someone,

The relic left by a strong person,

Whose fist technique had reached the realm of perfection.

The far side of the ancient Eastern country, the other side of the sea,

On this unknown mysterious land,

There once existed an existence that challenged the gods with only two fists.

His relics and inheritance have been passed down to the present.

In its corner, a stone tablet stands quietly,

Carrying the contract belonging to the same stars,

And that fist technique of the world,

—"Super Beidou Shinken," "Seito Gekiken."

That's right, the tombstone whose information was erased by the power of years and time carries a couple buried together.

Super Beidou First Ancestor, Shugen.

Daughter of the Yue clan, Yema.

Dreamy light like star fragments was slowly rising from the nameless grave in front of him, wandering around Toki, like conscious fireflies, gathering between his hands one after another.

Under the shroud of this gentle light, his black hair shone brightly. The face looking up at the sky was like a saint who descended into the world in the Bible, exceptionally holy and peaceful.

He suddenly sat down cross-legged, his back straight.

Hands folded in front of his chest.

"Omm――――!"

After he assumed such a posture in front of this nameless grave, changes occurred.

Accompanied by the vibration from the air around him, memory fragments rising from the earth, from the corpses of the strong, and from the history buried in the past vibrated, rejoiced, and finally poured into Toki's fists impatiently.

In this process, a sound like a wolf howling seemed to come, but when the figures of an illusory couple appeared in front of their descendants, the fierce wolf howling stopped.

The next second, the dark clouds dispersed.

The clear night sky seemed to have been washed by water. The stars in the sky appeared again, scrambling to emit their own light, but only the Big Dipper, like burning, substantially lit up the entire firmament.

"That is..."

The young man behind Toki looked at the sky in surprise. His attention was taken away at this moment. In his eyes were the scattered stars under the dark sky, and beside the Big Dipper hanging high...

"Strange, beside the Big Dipper, why is there a small star emitting a scarlet light? And that light is even brighter than the moon. How is this possible?!"

He asked somewhat strangely. This seemed different from the Big Dipper in his impression, cold and terrifying.

"That is the Star of Death..."

Toki looked at the brightest star beside the Big Dipper. Not only his companion, but this star also appeared in his eyes. A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "In the legend of the Big Dipper... people who see the Star of Death will die soon."

This is heaven's revelation of this person's destiny.

The weak under the melody of fate, no matter how they struggle, cannot escape this fate of death... but at the same time, it is also an invitation from heaven to the strong.

"Even you see the Star of Death? It seems... the final time is coming."

Toki stood in the night wind, silent for a long time.

He looked at the sky where the stars roared, and that star representing 【Death】, like the color of blood, pure and condensed...

Finally, Toki said softly without turning around.

"Then... Amiba, let's go."

Water vapor rose on his body. The white martial arts uniform on his well-proportioned body gradually dried, and every step he took next made the damp ground he stepped on become dry and hard. And every step he took, his momentum became stronger by one point. His black hair was neither long nor short, and powerful strength filled this perfect body.

"Oh oh..."

The young man named Amiba followed his "teacher" he was learning from now quickly. He didn't care about the Star of Death, nor did he think that any "legend of death" would defeat the man in front of him.

But no matter where Toki decided to go, Amiba had decided to follow him.

It's coming, it's coming.

The world is making a dying moan.

That will be the battle of fate between the heaven not abandoning and the final doomsday.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 299 =====