What comes to my face is endless brilliance.

It was like suddenly arriving on a broken bridge and standing in front of an abyss.

The past and the future are arranged on both sides of the present, and they fall into the same darkness.

The moment the dazzling spiritual light emerged from the scepter, Ji Jue's consciousness was swallowed up by a torrent of events.

It's like falling, towards the essence of all things. It's like rising, towards the core of heaven and earth.

The soul and perception spread from the body, covering everything, covering everything, turning the entire world into his own body.

When the prophet unlocked the final blockade, the deus ex machina that had continued to this day finally achieved its full effect, completely covering the workshop, making Ji Jue truly the master of it all.

The real ruler of the world.

But there was no joy or pleasure, and all that was heard was endless lamentation and shouting.

From the past, from the present.

From the ruins reflecting each other, and in the shadow of the broken Tianyuan Tower, he stared at the wailing figures walking towards the abyss again and again. When he looked back, he saw that countless creations on the earth were working in vain.

The struggling cycle of birth and death.

The same pain and despair are on his left and right ends, like the two sides of a scale, but they are entangled with each other in the same place, reincarnating in the endless hell, never ending.

He needs to make a choice.

But why make a choice?

Why do we have to look for the side with more value in these pains?

He wanted to question the prophet, what qualifications did he have to feel compassion? Is his nature, the hidden selfishness, so noble compared to mercury?

Why do you believe that you will not create hell?

But hell is right in front of you.

The blood-colored ocean surged, and endless bitter hatred swallowed him up like a tide.

His soul fell from the void, or rose up, and fell into the darkness. In the darkness, he once again heard the sound of the train hitting the rails, rhythmic, as if it would never stop.

So familiar.

Ji Jue stood in front of the familiar carriage door and heard the sounds of play inside.

He froze in place.

It seemed like someone was talking and laughing.

Abandoning the past and the past, the mother took her children and embarked on a journey again to her hometown, hoping to start over at the seaside and under the sunshine.

During the boring journey, I told my children about those ancient fairy tales.

Princes and princesses, dragons and thieves, witches and fairies, kings and knights...

Such a colorful and gorgeous world lit up the child's lost eyes, and even the empty wilderness outside the window shone brightly. The sunset was brilliant and the world was gentle.

It's as beautiful as a dream.

Make him reluctant to break it.

Ji Jue listened quietly, and the waves in his distant memories continued for a long, long time, until there was no more sound from behind the door.

On the door of the carriage, dust peeled off, faded silently, cracked, and fell down.

Behind the door, in the broken and twisted carriage, unquenched flames rose and spread from the wreckage, leaving only billowing smoke. It seemed that the familiar back could be seen, but her singing was so far away.

It's like they are separated by a vast abyss.

No matter how hard Ji Jue runs, he can't reach him.

Running again and again, failing again and again, no matter how overestimating one's ability is.

Until he was exhausted and lost in the ruins of flames and smoke, he still lingered persistently.

Allowing the unquenchable flames to ignite his body and soul, the ocean of pain and despair completely swallowed everything up. Amidst the overwhelming flames and rain of fire, he fell into the endless darkness and the deeper abyss.

But he still stared persistently at the source of the singing.

Refuse to give up.

Until a tender little hand grabbed his wrist.

"I've got you."

A soft voice sounded, so cheerful.

The darkness and the fall came to an abrupt end, a gentle wind blew from the town square, and the bells in the distance echoed endlessly.

Ji Jue looked around blankly.

He seemed to have woken up from his nightmare, but he was so eager to go back to the nightmare that was only torture.

Even if it's just to get closer, as long as he can see her eyes again, as long as he can tell her... I miss you very much, no matter what the price is!

Even if it means creating hell...

But hell is just around the corner.

It was born from regrets and memories again and again, and its name is "Untouchable".

"You look so sad, big brother."

On the steps of the square, the girl who was waiting alone looked back at him, stretched out her hand, and generously handed out the bouquet in her hand: "Here, give it to you."

The white flowers were still covered with dew, which dripped into Ji Jue's hands.

So gentle.

She stood in the midst of everything that was on the verge of destruction, like a phantom forgotten by time, staring at the reshaping and destruction of everything, continuing through countless reincarnations.

Looking at Ji Jue in front of him.

He reached out his hand and gently wiped the dust off his face, solemnly and carefully.

"So you're still here." Ji Jue murmured softly.

"Of course."

The girl nodded matter-of-factly: "Otherwise, this place would be empty, how lonely would she be?"

Among those phantoms of the past, the past shone out of time, clustered around her, dissipated, and reappeared, as if it would never end.

She stayed in those broken times, lingering persistently, but unwilling to leave.

"Won't you be lonely?"

"Maybe."

The girl shook her head nonchalantly, looking at everything in front of her, at the time that was like an abyss, "At least, I can still miss her, just like she misses me."

Day and night, it never stops.

Even if time and death separate us...

As long as this longing still exists, separation no longer seems to be scary, and the same goes for death. Even if you fall into the abyss and wander to the end of the world, you will not be lonely or afraid.

What spans four hundred years is more than regret and pain.

No matter how void the darkness is, they can still be imprinted in the abyss and shine with light.

Just like stars.

"So, make a decision, big brother."

She finally stretched out her hand and hugged the young man in front of her, so lightly: "Some pains are already too much, there is no need to continue, and there should be no more tragedies.

The time has come to say goodbye."

Just like that, she picked up the pendant in her arms and put it on Ji Jue's neck.

In the opened pendant, there is only a broken photo, which is a picture of a family happily snuggling together and smiling happily. Even if it is mottled and faded, even if it is a long time apart.

"The story of the past is over, please let it stay in the past. There is no need for more tragedies or new hells."

In the old days that disappeared, the girl smiled and said her final goodbye, "There is no need to hesitate about other people's stories anymore. Please move on to your own future."

"No matter what the future and the outcome are... I believe that the person you miss will still miss you so much."

Ji Jue froze on the spot.

From the old days that are gradually blurring, it seems that a song is resounding again, from the distant sound of the train running.

So gentle.

And so familiar.

When Ji Jue suddenly looked back, everything before his eyes dissipated like a phantom, the girl and the town disappeared without a trace, and the flames and ruins gradually faded away.

Only her singing still lingers in my soul.

So clear.

It's like it's always by your side and never far away.

At that moment, Ji Jue finally opened his eyes and returned to the world, staring at the cracked world in front of him, the crumbling earth, the surging sea of ​​blood, pain, despair, and hell.

"What an unrealistic dream..."

It was obviously only a short moment, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

When the distant dream came to an end, the sound from the workshop and the vibration of the world's splitting movement once again filled Ji Jue's soul. Everything that happened was reflected in his eyes, as if all the changes were imprinted on it.

The soul.

But this time, Ji Jue no longer felt hesitant and confused.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. Among the layers of chains, there were still the remains of the saints who were still immersed in obsession and singing in despair.

And when he turned back, he saw the collapse and overturning of the rift. In countless reincarnations, the screams and cries of those broken souls flowed from the sea.

Persist, or give up.

Both are tragedies, both are hell.

But at least he can choose whether hell will continue...

Perhaps, by creating hell, it is possible to see them again, but they should not fall into such a hell.

Therefore, a choice must be made——

"Leave it to me."

He murmured softly, assured everyone, stretched out his hand, and grasped the scepter offered by the prophet.

Without any hesitation, he ignited all the spiritual essence, devoted himself to this resonance and connection, and once again became one with it all.

——The deus ex machina!

There was no resistance, no hesitation. The moment Ji Jue's spirit took over, the workshop filled with cracks seemed to have ushered in a new owner, shaking and singing happily.

Endless ectoplasmic circuits, endlessly changing fluids, countless runes and emblems, and even blessings from the Supreme Being as vast as the sea of ​​stars. This former sage spent his whole life and exhausted all his efforts to build the workshop.

, out-and-out Tiangong, ushered in new control!

On his right hand, the watch that had been silent for a long time suddenly glowed with dazzling light, lighting up everything like the scorching sun.

Under the guidance of the watch, the non-attack matrix on Ji Jue's hands seemed to be given life, growing again, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire body.

Inwardly, it covers the soul, outwardly, it controls everything.

Countless invisible hands appear from the void, condescendingly covering everything and controlling everything.

And just under the Nine Earths, in the deepest part of the huge workshop, in the darkness that had been covered in dust for more than four hundred years, a light sound suddenly emerged, as if responding to this long-lost call.

So, from the trance-like vision, Ji Jue saw the rusty blade silent in the dust in the blockade built on the basis of the entire workshop...

Since the trembling and clanking, the broken sword rose up, from the broken blade full of gaps, finally, a wisp of blood-stained rust stains faded away.

Then, under the peeling dust, there was a gleam of light that was so dazzling that it made the entire world tremble and everything in the world stopped.

Just for a moment, it penetrates everything.

Infinite blazing light rose from the blockade, rushed out, toward the sky, toward the center, and just like that, fell into the hands of the prophet.

The bottomless pit is frantically extracting the spiritual essence from the workshop, as if it wants to swallow everything and burn everything.

The prophet's body collapsed and dissolved in an instant.

Almost completely evaporated.

But from the pain that tore apart his soul, a smile appeared on that tired face.

"Everything must come to an end." She held the radiance like the scorching sun in her hands and murmured softly: "Otherwise, new things will not be born..."

"Sorry to trouble you, this has been an unrealistic dream for too long."

"Now, I wake up from the dream."

She said, "Everything should be over."

When the blazing light dissipated, after swallowing up the infinite spiritual essence, the sharp outline finally appeared again, but turned into a crown made of thorns.

If so, put the crown on Ji Jue's head.

It's like being crowned.

Infinite majesty appears here, covering the sky and the earth, reflecting all changes and blocking out all prying eyes.

"I'm holding..."

In the corner under the center, Bai Xiao looked into the distance as if he had been struck by lightning. He even subconsciously took off his mask and rubbed his eyes crazily, unable to confirm: "That's... the Frontier of Change?!"

The weapon of supreme good that had been dormant for so many years was actually awakened?!

Are you fucking kidding me?!

"Hey! Lao Deng? Lao Deng! You speak!"

She urged in a daze, but in her hand, only cracks appeared on the map, and she was unable to maintain her body under the mighty and violent pressure.

No more response.

When the weapon of supreme goodness that once cut off the Tower of Tianyuan appeared from the cracked world, all the creations of the embers were stagnant in the wail, and could no longer control themselves.

Even all the blessings of the Supreme Good have fallen into silence and no longer shine.

Because of this, the only torch in the world burns forever from the dome.

Cover everything.

Together with Ji Jue's consciousness and thinking, they all came to a complete standstill and could not continue. With that crown, a mighty will took over his body, endowed it with infinite power, and then roughly turned into a torrent, pushing him along.

forward.

No longer in control.

When he raised his head, he saw the emblem of the Supreme Good from the eternally dim sky.

The stars burned in the flames, and the heavenly furnace collapsed here. All kinds of changes and essences gathered, rushing down towards the world, turning into an endless line of embers of light...

[This world will change, and everything in the past will eventually turn into dust]

It was like the announcement of heavenly movement appearing and reverberating from his soul, leading him to receive the ray of flame falling towards the world, allowing this infinite essence to fall into his soul, exploding with a bang, destroying his last thoughts.

A torrent of illusions rushes towards the face, and countless changes appear in the soul.

No retreat or dodge allowed.

Such a brutal imprint of the endless changes of creation in the human world was engraved in Ji Jue's eyes and perception, almost forcing him to feel the true meaning of this supreme good.

All new things will eventually turn into old things, only change will never stop.

Therefore, there is no fire in the furnace, there are only embers in the furnace.

——This is the Essence of Ember!

So, at that moment, the flame named Ji Jue was ignited in the furnace of change - so small, like a candle in the wind, but driven by the front of change, it swelled into a blazing sun that enveloped everything.

It's so dazzling that you can't look directly at it!

All the new creations in the past, all the sacrifices and souls in the fire, reappeared at this moment, turned into firewood, gathered in one place from the endless burning, standing beside Ji Jue, and seeing everything.

[Sage Mercury, today I judge your creation as a chaotic and outdated structure.]

Those high-pitched or deep, clear or hoarse voices overlapped and rang out from Ji Jue's mouth, inheriting the essence of the best and delivering a verdict to the world:

【Today, I condemn you as a sinner!】

An earth-shattering cracking sound appeared from between heaven and earth.

Because in Ji Jue's hand, a dazzling light appeared, rose, centered itself, split the world, and was like a yardstick in the center of all things, reflecting and measuring everything.

In the endless chains, the rain of blood stopped and the tragic song was interrupted.

It was like an invisible strong wind roared in, covering everything, peeling off all inhuman structures and distortions, and cutting countless palms.

At the same time, the curtain covering everything was lifted.

After the sage's broken body appeared, the strange shadow was so far away that it seemed like it was separated by eternity...

It distorts the world and reality, turning it into such a huge vortex, twisting the essence and truth, and revealing a structure that gathers all the distortions in this world.

In that dark whirlpool that was so huge that it seemed to cover everything, enough to swallow up all good things, a vague outline appeared faintly, as if looking down from a bird's eye view.

Staring at his prey, and even daring to block his own existence.

Just by staring, Ji Jue felt as if his soul was about to fall apart, but before that, the fierce light of change had burned away all erosion and blocked everything.

Ling Ji Jue finally got a glimpse of its appearance and appearance.

Like a huge furnace, it is eternally burning with the flame of pain, flowing out countless weird giant structures, creating new distortions all the time...

Shrouded in endless red flames, the furnace looked like a ferocious eye, overlooking everything indifferently.

During this long period of time, He has witnessed all despair and pain with contempt, waiting for the continuation of reincarnation and tragedy, and looking forward to the final result.

Waiting for the sage who is burdened with infinite curses to fall into his own flames and furnaces, to be recast and reborn into evil things!

In the darkness where the Twelve Supreme Goods cannot illuminate, the vortex exists forever in the darkness of the present world. Corresponding to the creation of embers, this is the shadow pointed by all creations that create chaos in the world.

——Nine evils·Stuck in the rotten furnace heart!

The radiance of the front of change rises from Ji Jue's hands, and all the connections covered by reincarnation emerge from behind the curtain.

The endless connections had already been entangled in the saint's obsession and soul, but they were blocked, shackled, and entangled by the workshop during this long period of time, and she was not allowed to fall into that world.

The whirlpool of the abyss.

Now, the time has come for everything to end.

The endless cycle of reincarnation collapses, and the long dream is shattered by the dazzling dawn.

The world has become so erratic.

Compared with the torch made of the world's glory, it is like a bubble, trembling and falling apart from the rising light, quietly and silently ushering in collapse and destruction.

The day of innovation has arrived.

All the old things should be destroyed like dust!

When the singing and mourning stopped abruptly, the ancient melody came to an end, and hell disappeared from the burning of suffering... pure and clear light rose from Ji Jue's hands.

cut!

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Chapter completed!