Above Destiny

Chapter 499: Bubble Light (Thanks to babyishow for the leader

【die】

If the world suddenly turned dark, and then huge blood-red words appeared before our eyes, then everyone should be able to properly understand their situation, right?

Unfortunately, reality is not so gentle.

The so-called death is more empty, more ethereal, and more terrifying than darkness.

Most people who want to actively embrace this kind of thing have problems with their brains. But, after all, who would want to be a craftsman if they don't have any problems with their brains...

In the absolute nothingness, Ji Jue could feel that his consciousness was gradually dissipating and disappearing just as he wished.

Feel no fear.

What finally emerged from my heart was the fulfillment and joy of having my theory verified.

Ah, ah, as expected...

He smiled and fell into the void.

Embrace death.

The world seemed to have died along with me, twisting, collapsing, and annihilating...

I think, therefore I am. When the observation ends, everything will return to nothingness, and what we feel once again is the primacy of spirit emphasized by the ascension.

When awake, everything sings; when drunk, the world is silent.

When my consciousness disappears, what meaning does this world have to me?

This is the last resort, his only recourse.

This is the most thorough [rejection] and [negation] that the self can choose when perception is deeply trapped in hallucination and consciousness is shrouded in illusion - achieving an alternative "extinction" by approaching death without limit.

No thought arises, no thought arises.

However, compared with the true "Supreme Perfect Enlightenment" which is free from worries, fears, sorrows and joys, this is undoubtedly an evil path that leads to demonic possession.

When self-consciousness completely disappears, all illusions and hallucinations will no longer have a foothold and will disappear along with it.

It is like sipping poison and savoring its sweetness, killing both the illusion and the self.

The only difference from suicide is that there is still a slight possibility of recovery...

Just like that, in the absolute nothingness and emptiness, Ji Jue's last bit of consciousness dissipated and annihilated without reservation, leaving only dead silence.

There was a long and long silence. I don’t know how long it lasted, but the scattered consciousness was difficult to gather again.

Until the external force touches...

"Ji Jue, wake up!"

It was as if someone’s shouting was so far away and vague, but it caused the first wave of ripples in the stagnant water, followed by the second, the third…

Ji Jue? Who? What is that...

Oh, now I remember...

The spirit of nothingness suddenly realized.

【I】

The moment a thought arises, it triggers a chain reaction like the reunion of souls.

Countless dried-up memories surged up again, reunited, and radiated out like the Big Bang, surrounding that name, recombining and rearranging themselves.

Everything that had fallen apart began to reassemble again, and as the self reappeared, the scattered and surging memories were also reassembled under observation and reconstructed into their proper appearance.

However, there are too many deficiencies and shortcomings. After all the false memories formed by imagination and delirium have disappeared, the gaps become so obvious.

Crucial blank!
Ji Jue began to look back, recalling everything he had experienced, those absurd hallucinations and the struggles and restarts in his dreams.

Forward, and forward again.

When did I fall into this long dream?
The remains of the Huangliang attack that Wen Sheng launched when he was desperate? No, although the old dog can't be relied on, he won't just stand by and watch at this time, unless...

So that's how it is. Had I fallen into a dream even when I asked Tianlu for help?

That is to say, before this, before, when Sister Wen resigned, no, even before Sister Wen resigned...

Ji Jue suddenly realized - in that trance of drunkenness.

A bitter realization rose from my heart, with a hint of self-mockery.

Oh, the pride of ember...

When they decided to make Tongxinshu their enemy, they should have been on alert 24 hours a day, but they let their guard down because of the protection of the workshop.

But he didn't expect that at that time, the remains of Huang Liang would take advantage of the opportunity and sneak in.

But why am I in a dream?

I had clearly taken care not to leave any spiritual essence or curses for my opponent, and I had never been infected with the dream disorder. No, it was not just that. Why were there so many layers of dream bubbles, like a cage, locking me up so tightly inside...

It's like facing a formidable enemy!
It's almost as if he's afraid of himself, but why is he afraid?
Wouldn't it be better to just kill myself? Unless...

There was nothing he could do.

At that moment, a glimmer of light hidden in the deepest part of consciousness and perception quietly emerged, like mist, and the faint emblems and crests reflected Ji Jue's soul.

That was... something that he had pulled out from Wen Sheng's spirit? !

So, is this the answer?

"Ji Jue, wake up!"

The shouting sounded again, even clearer than before.

Ji Jue could feel the calling gravity in this darkness and nothingness. It was just like a spider silk, hanging in vain, pulling him again and again, not allowing him to fall into deeper darkness.

But with the help of that gravity, in the nothingness and darkness, Ji Jue finally had the perception and distinction between up and down. Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked towards higher places.

In an instant, the emblem in the soul vibrated again, emitting a faint light.

Then, he saw...

It seemed as if it was filled with all the nothingness, a towering object, with no form, countless rainbow lights surging from the foam, interweaving with each other, outlining the shape of a tall tower, or a strange giant tree, and soon turned into a dry skeleton with a giant snake entwined...

Endless and boundless.

Grand and elusive.

"Is that so?"

Ji Jue raised his head and looked up from the bottom of the tower. He seemed to vaguely see the top of the tower, a huge darkness that seemed to be real. The darkness was wriggling, entwining the tower, entangled and shackled the tiny flashes of foam, swallowing up everything.

It was so ferocious and cold that it was beyond description.

He couldn't help but want to laugh:

"——You are looking at me, right?" The darkness was speechless and shapeless, as if it had turned a deaf ear to everything, or as if it was looking down in mockery, despising the prisoner's shameless words.

So funny.

This turbulent sea of ​​bubbles is like a tower made of countless bubbles, magnificent and illusory...

What is there to be proud of?

Compared to the truly magnificent things, it's nothing!
Ji Jue closed his eyes contemptuously and stopped looking.

Just like that, in the nothingness beyond the dream, he followed the attraction thrown from afar, suddenly, rose up, and rushed out of the broken cage like lightning!

It flashed in an instant, and I fell into the dream composed of endless bubbles!
It was as if a fragile bubble had been broken through.

Snapped!
Ji Jue opened his eyes.

Then, the blood-red setting sun, the broken sky, the smell of blood and ashes, the world like hell, and even her smiling face appeared before his eyes.

He woke up.

Even though I am still in a dream...

"Ji Jue."

The speeding vehicle was constantly shaking. In the car, the girl in front of him called out his name. Looking at his opened eyes, she could no longer suppress her joy. Her cheeks, stained with blood and mud, curved up.

Ji Jue was stunned for a moment, looking at her, with a slightly childish face, about seventeen years old. He had never seen her before, but the outline between her eyebrows was so familiar, as if he had seen her before.

As if she had been relieved of a heavy burden, she breathed a sigh of relief, her smile unable to hide her fatigue and hurt.

But the pupils have never changed.

Still as clear as crystal, with a sparkling sparkle.

"Sister Wen?"

Ji Jue suddenly realized where the call in the dream came from: "Really, long time no see."

"Finally woke up, Ji Jue."

Wen Wen, who looked like a young girl, looked at him, feeling relieved, "You're so slow. You really made me wait for a long time..."

"I had a very long dream." Ji Jue shrugged, "I almost didn't wake up."

"Hmm? What did you dream about?"

"Maybe... it's something happy, right? Even though it's fake, it's hard to let go."

"Everything in the dream is fake, don't get confused."

"So, if you want something, you can't just think about it, right?" Ji Jue answered without hesitation: "You have to grab it with your own hands, snatch it away, hold it in your hands, and never let go."

"..."

Wen Wen's eyes twitched. "Generally speaking, don't we have to use our hands to create?"

Ji Jue smiled and told her.

"Anyway, it's all the same."

All within easy reach.

For a moment, Wen Wen was hesitant to speak. She always felt that this bastard was thinking about something else in his mind. But such a familiar smell was definitely the real thing.

No one else could play the role well.

"Welcome back, Ji Jue."

She raised her hand and tapped Ji Jue on the head.

Until now, I finally feel relieved.

boom! ! !
There was a roar in the distance, and the speeding car suddenly shook and almost turned over, and a sharp sound came from below.

"The chassis is broken?"

Ji Jue subconsciously frowned and grimaced, unable to bear it any longer: "Is there something wrong with the gearbox? No, how come this broken car is in such a mess? How long has it been since you applied oil?"

"That's enough!"

Wen Wen rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, "You might as well focus on your own situation first... We are running for our lives now, be serious!"

boom! ! !
Amid the loud noise, the entire car seemed to suddenly fly into the air, then land again, and the steel wailed as it ran wildly.

Ji Jue rolled all over the carriage.

Well, literally...

A cracking sound was heard from his body... Ji Jue saw his broken arm flying up and mixed with his leg fragments.

Emmmm…

He lowered his head with difficulty, and felt his body was as sluggish as iron or stone. Well, indeed, it was almost turning into stone.

Like a broken statue, his legs were broken, his right arm was severed at the root, and only half of the elbow was left of his left hand.

A huge crack appeared on the chest, and the inside was empty. The crack spread upwards, through the neck, and climbed onto the face.

Behind that deep gap, there was darkness with only a faint glimmer of light.

A literal petrified human stick.

"I hold—"

Ji Jue was stunned. "Why did it become like this?"

"It's a long story."

Wen Wen sighed tiredly, and didn't even have time to finish her speech.

boom!
After another loud bang, the sound in the walkie-talkie became louder.

"Help, help! Those ghosts are chasing us!"

"Four cents! Four cents!!!"

"Sister, Simao and the others are gone."

After the sharp noise and screams, a voice with a crying tone was heard.

It was as if a storm had rushed through, and the cracked roof of the carriage was cut off by something, and half of the carriage fell off and flew into the sky like dead branches and leaves.

The bloody sky was revealed, with dark clouds everywhere, and even in the deep clouds, there were figures soaring above the sky!

Following closely!

(End of this chapter)