Above the sky, the sky pillar was rebuilt and collapsed again, again and again.

The towns on the earth cycled between destruction and peace, and the figures on the streets alternated between completeness and fragmentation. Survival and destruction kept repeating themselves, and in the end, even time and the past itself became so void.

Ji Jue walked among the remaining records, looking around at the fragmented old times and the distant dreams of yellow rice.

It seems close at hand, but it is out of reach.

All you want in life is nothing.

Compared with this scene or the ruins of the past, which one is more cruel to Mercury?

From the sound of the church bells, his footsteps stopped on the square, not wanting to look again. He felt that he might already know where Fei Gong was.

The bells roared and echoed.

From the towering bell tower...

Ji Jue silently raised his head, looking up in trance, staring at the dial above the bell tower and even the mottled flower window behind the hands.

Mercury's old workshop.

During the long period of four hundred years ago, she stood there, staring day after day, waiting and singing in loneliness. What kind of scene was she looking forward to?

Guests wearing formal attires and smiling faces came from all directions, flower petals fell, white doves spread their wings, and the laughing bride and groom held hands and walked to the hall to witness the wedding to the sound of bells.

Looking forward to starting a new life from now on.

But he is ignorant and heading towards his destined death.

Once, again.

As the 'culprit', Mercury, when staring at such a scene, will his heart be cut into pieces?

From his brief trance, he suddenly remembered the words from Juzi in his memories.

In the old workshop, the tired man stared at his most cherished companion and finally asked:

"Do you regret it?"

But there will be no answer, and no one has the courage to make that answer.

"Time is short, Ji Jue." The prophet asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"have no idea."

Ji Jue shook his head, staring at the world that was constantly collapsing, destroying and returning, but his eyes fell on the steps of the church.

Among countless flickering phantoms, that lonely and insignificant figure.

A mistake made by countless time loops.

The girl hugging her knees sat on the steps, staring blankly at the sky, still waiting for the person who could never come back to come back from afar.

Silent tears.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Jue bent down, sat next to her, looked at her profile, and told her: "Don't run around, grandma is waiting for you to come home."

She didn't speak.

He just lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe away his tears for a long time.

"Mom won't come back, right?" the girl asked softly.

Ji Jue was silent, subconsciously raising her head and looking at the sky she was staring at.

Four hundred years ago and four hundred years later, the skies in Middle-earth and Northern Continent, in small towns and cliff cities, seemed to be the same, equally empty.

"have no idea."

Ji Jue sighed and answered bluntly: "She must really want to come back.

Just like when you are missing her, she is also missing you. She is always thinking about you, always thinking about you...but you can't find the way home, and you are lost."

"How do you know?"

The little girl glared at him, but couldn't restrain her tears and choked: "Mom doesn't want me anymore! She might have forgotten me a long time ago..."

"Of course I know."

Ji Jue answered decisively and told her: "All good mothers are the same. I will dream about her, every night. Because when she is thinking about me, I am also thinking about her. When you shed tears

When the time comes, she will be even more sad."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the girl's cheek. Tears ran through his fingertips, leaving a faint wave that could not be touched. It was obviously close at hand, but out of reach.

Until the tears gradually stopped, the girl persistently raised her hand and wiped it off again and again. Finally, she looked at him with red eyes: "Can I see her again?"

"have no idea."

Ji Jue shook his head slowly. Facing those eyes that were the same as his own, he could not lie or deceive himself.

"Maybe we'll never see her again."

He turned around and asked, "Will you miss her again?"

"Um."

In the silence, the disappointed girl nodded, and Ji Jue laughed, "What a good boy."

He stood up slowly and heard the voice behind him.

"What about you?" The girl looked at him, "Do you think about it too?"

"Of course."

Ji Jue nodded and answered without hesitation: "Just like you."

Among the blurry crowd, the small figure seemed to also smile. Just like that, he waved his hand towards him and gradually disappeared.

Ji Jue was left standing in the empty square. Finally, he turned around, walked towards the towering bell tower against the sound of the bell, and opened the dusty door.

There are no blockers and no expected difficulties.

There was only a line of stairs winding upward in the falling dust, and even the ajar door.

It seems that everything is still the same as it was four hundred years ago.

Everything in the old workshop was quietly bathed in sunlight, witnessing the cycle of destruction and reconstruction, but in front of the window, the figure that seemed to have stood there forever had disappeared.

Mercury is not here.

Within the entire rift, whether underground or above ground, past or present, among all the characters, the only thing lacking is mercury.

But at this moment, when Ji Jue stood in that position again, what she saw was exactly the same scenery that she had seen before.

Everything that is reborn and destroyed, the temple that collapses and is rebuilt, the intertwined cycle of existence and death.

Under the reflection of the collapsed sky pillar, everything is doomed.

The world is a battlefield for the benevolent, and history is a tapestry of the past. The life and death of mortals are not worth mentioning, and no one cares about the sorrows and joys of dust.

Everything will eventually come to nothing.

Maybe this is destiny.

If all this can be restored again, even if only a little bit, even if it is only a minuscule point compared to what was lost...

Ji Jue stretched out his hand and faced the world in front of him.

Just like the mercury of old.

"If the past and present situation repeats itself..."

Ji Jue asked solemnly: "Will you respond to the same wish, Fei Gong?"

At that moment, what lit up was the flash of light that appeared on the watch.

Just like a silent call, after four hundred years, the power left by the once great son reappeared from the cracked world, and once again showed its glory towards the distant past.

As a result, unprecedented intense turmoil emerged in the old days.

Just like the thunder after four hundred years.

Loud through everything!

The endless cycle of time has come to an abrupt end!

The sky, the earth, the void, and endless spiritual circuits appear, covering everything and pervading everything. Like the complex threads from a loom, they are intertwined with each other, outlining the outline of the world, and evolving everything in the world.

Survival, death, struggle, peace, order, chaos, stars, earth, mountains, oceans...

It is omnipresent and pervades everything.

But at that moment, Ji Jue's perspective seemed to be separated from himself, rising upwards, towards the sky, towards higher places beyond the sky, as if it was above all things and everything.

So, from the end of the complicated tapestry outlined by countless threads, he finally saw the origin and end of everything, the invisible hand that controls everything!

But now, invisible hands have grasped his arms.

Like a soldering iron, it brought unprecedented pain and burning, making Ji Jue unable to bear it any longer and screamed out.

At that moment, endless changes of goodness appeared before our eyes, and unprecedented spiritual changes burst out from our souls.

It was as if a deep voice sounded from his ears, turning into thunder and heavenly laws that stirred the world. It was deeply imprinted in his soul, and no longer allowed any deviation or wavering.

Tell him:

[The prosperity of all things is created by this hand]

【Everything in the world is made of ten fingers】

[Eliminate the root of evil, extinguish the roots of strife and ravage, so that the world will be peaceful and stable, and there will no longer be the evil of brutal struggle——]

【——This is what is created without attacking! 】

boom!!!

From the hallucinatory thunderbolt that seemed to open up the sky and the earth, the old time was shaking. No matter how hard it was to maintain, endless spiritual circuits spread from the void and wrapped around Ji Jue's body, soul and arms.

It was like burning, like engraving, carving an unavoidable iron law into his bones and soul.

Ling Ji Jue's eyes burst with fierce light!

When all the visions disappeared, when the distant dreams of the old days gradually collapsed, Ji Jue finally woke up from the endless pain and suffering.

Staggeringly, he walked down the bell tower.

Just like that, he smiled and spread his arms towards his companions who had been waiting for a long time, showing off the complicated totem that extended from the tips of his fingers to just above his elbows.

Like flames spreading out, like warps and latitudes criss-crossing, and encompassing all creation.

"This is, [Matrix·Non-attack]!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Continuous loud noises continued to come from the distance, but they did not just come from the dream, but more from outside this old time. Everything was shaking rapidly.

It is the center that is changing.

The inexplicable shock and weightlessness even made Ji Jue feel that the center seemed to be rising from the ground, upwards...

Then, in the next moment, they were ejected from the spreading old time.

Return to reality.

But the deep well that he once entered has disappeared, and was replaced by a huge palace that quickly collapsed, and even severe dizziness and weightlessness.

Ji Jue stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ground. He repeated his old trick and felt the huge rhythm coming from the workshop.

It's like a volcano erupting.

The furnace was running wildly, and the spiritual essence was flowing and integrated into the workshop, causing the center to begin to expand and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even in turn, eat away at the external rift.

The center is rising!

The earth cracked and collapsed, and countless buildings turned into ruins, while the creations stored in them fell during the collapse and were deeply buried...

Everything seemed to be rapidly destroyed in earth-shattering changes.

But this is not the end, but the beginning of another cruel reincarnation...

"The restart is about to begin." The prophet sighed.

Then, he heard howling in the distance.

A sharp scarlet arrow suddenly stopped in mid-air. In Xiao An's hand, it was held by the young man, unable to move forward. The young man who had been silent for a long time turned around, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes.

At the end of the hall, there was a row of disgraced figures.

The leader, with an angry face that was almost crazy, stared at the group of people who were returning home with loads, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

"Ji Jue——"

Lou Feng roared.

My physical condition has almost recovered, please wait and I will try my best to reply with double updates tomorrow~
Chapter completed!