Above Destiny

Chapter 717 The Worldly Ties Are Severed, the Golden Sea Is Dry
For example, stars rise from the darkness.

Fireflies rise and fall one by one, but when millions of fireflies gather together, they unleash a fierce light that surpasses even the blazing sun.

The magnificent and vast sea of ​​stars burst forth from the sword-like blockade, rising into the sky, falling to the earth, soaring between heaven and earth, and merging into the waves and sea!

And so, in the darkness of black and white, in the clash of gold and blood, a stinging gray suddenly appeared... iron gray.

"Varied……"

Bustaman felt dizzy.

The sky seemed to be rising, and the earth seemed to be sinking.

The entire world is rapidly expanding and swelling; this is not a perceptible or visual manifestation, but a terrifying change affecting the entire household god!
The cold and menacing iron gray, expanding along with the sea of ​​stars, resembled an invisible hand gripping the heart of the household god.

Then, a massive amount of souls are continuously injected!
Such a fresh aroma, such a wonderful taste, such an enticing flavor...

The household god was bewildered, then ecstatic, then gluttonous, then shocked... and finally, terrified.

Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!
Until he could eat no more... yet endless spirits continued to erupt and be released from Minkler's hands, and only half of the blade in his hand had disappeared.

The eruption, like a flood, continued, ignoring the limits that the household gods could bear, expanding, expanding, and expanding again, filling the stale framework, filling the few remaining redundancies, and seeping into the contradictory framework.

Even more surprisingly, they began to transform the household gods!
It's like swallowing meat that suddenly comes to life, opens its mouth wide, and starts to devour itself from the inside out, ferocious and monstrous!

The household god is in a frenzy.

The deepest constraints and precepts implanted within the household deity vibrated violently, raging and fueling the ferocity and thirst of every soul, attempting to eliminate those insignificant intruders. Then, they discovered that countless fluorescent lights were beginning to multiply and proliferate wildly within the household deity's body...

Even though individuals are so small, like candles flickering in the wind, and the slightest impact or ripple will dissipate into nothingness, when infinite light gathers in one place and transforms into a tidal wave, it becomes a terrifying disaster that engulfs everything!
Expand, erode, and then transform!
The endless iron-gray spread like a storm, sweeping and raging.

Lou Feng laughed loudly. This divided spirit suddenly evaporated and merged into the endless iron ash, disappearing without a trace. Or rather, it merged into one with the endless fly king!
There is no distinction between them; rather, they are identical from the beginning. This fragment, separated from its own soul, was originally transformed using a method that resonates with the Lord of the Flies and shares the same origin!
In order to more easily control creation, they even went so far as to completely transform a part of their own soul.

In other words, Ji Jue did too many outrageous and insane things, so much so that with such excellent examples before him, Lou Feng's bottom line and quality as a craftsman also became precarious.

Before the Lord of the Flies, he was able to infuse his soul with a spiritual construct. After raising the Lord of the Flies for so long, he simply completely transformed a part of himself as well.

After fully absorbing the legacy and established patterns of dust and haze, they simply went even further!
boom! ! !
As Lou Feng decomposed, countless spiritual circuits burst forth from his soul. The numerous circuits that had been pre-implanted in his divided spirit changed and were reconstructed with the tide of the Fly King.

The complex patterns constantly emerge and change from within, and the dazzling decomposition and reconstruction are repeated countless times in the blink of an eye. What appears before the household gods is nothing less than a giant!
In his hand, the Chun Jun sword, which was as tall as a pillar of heaven, was held upside down and pierced into the Netherworld. Immediately afterwards, flames burst forth from countless cracks in the ground!

The overwhelming tide swallowed everything, beginning its all-pervasive infiltration and transformation! Change! Innovation! Reconstruction!

Household deities.

What a piece of shit!
This is clearly a perfect incubation ground for the Lord of the Flies!

The system is so bad, with mountains of garbage code piled up to the sky, what's the point of having an administrator account!

From the very beginning, Ji Jue had no intention of keeping such a lousy device. He directly used brute force to root the device and obtain the highest privileges, then started flashing and reinstalling the system!
boom!
Bustaman roared, and the rotting half of the household god raised the blood axe in his hand and chopped down at the giant's face, cleanly splitting it in two. But the two fragments, under the gathering of fireflies, were restored and became two giants again!

The serpentine sword swept horizontally, slicing the opponent in half!

Then, two become four!

Split, split, and split again!
They're even too lazy to fight back and waste time.

Don't try to use your lousy household god structure and the Lord of the Flies to your advantage. The stability of a household god comes from blood ties and constraints, but the Lord of the Flies doesn't even have a center!

The existence of an individual is insignificant to the Lord of the Flies; the existence of the whole is what truly makes the Lord of the Flies himself!
Now, rushing to extinguish it will only create more problems than they solve... If we don't even understand the mechanism, what can we possibly stop?
Amidst the spreading iron-gray landscape, factory buildings rise from the ground, massive structures shifting and changing, pale smoke billowing from chimneys resembling a forest, and flames rising from furnaces.

Burn away the pain, ignite the despair, and transform the remaining spirit.

Hundreds of production lines grew and spread like blood vessels, sending massive amounts of flesh and bones to undergo repeated processing and modification, until the Iron-Winged Demon climbed up from the production line, flapped its wings, and rose into the sky!

Rampant destruction!

Countless steel demons gathered together like a tide, blotting out the sky, and their terrifying shadows gradually covered Bustaman's blank expression.

He stared wide-eyed, in disbelief.

This this……

This is my move!!!

By issuing new shares and diluting equity, and by introducing a large number of spirits, the structure of the household gods is reorganized to elevate its own status, replacing and eliminating the original composition of the household gods...

Replacing the old with a new one, resurrecting the dead!

But now, as this seamless transformation and usurpation were reenacted before his eyes, he found it even more unbelievable.

Why did it happen so fast!
Even their fierce and unruly household gods, once in the hands of others, would groan and howl in agony, utterly defeated...

No, what are you doing?
Is this some kind of staged accident scam?
You worthless ancestors!
Bustaman's eyes were bloodshot, his half-rotten face glaring at the half-smiling, compassionate face beside him, as he roared, "Old man, move! Just because I lost doesn't mean you'll get better!"

"Hahaha, hahaha, you old beast, you've finally met your match?! Hahaha..."

Bogio burst into laughter, but then his face became wrinkled and his eyes became cloudy: "My dear father-in-law, you are greatly mistaken. As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore... Since you have already passed away, it is not a bad thing to bid farewell to the world!"

His indigo face wore a compassionate smile, yet a crimson glint appeared in his eyes.

At this very moment, when we should be working together most sincerely, they actually turned on him and struck a ruthless blow.

The vajra pierced Bustaman's eye socket.

Exploded!

It destroyed his last shred of support, crushed the souls of all his descendants, and caused him to fall from his high position... And as most of the family gods collapsed and disintegrated, what gushed out from them was a dazzling radiance.

Amidst the rich sandalwood incense, the Seven Treasures appeared, and the household deity, which had crumbled with Bustaman's fall, instantly fell under the old monk's control.

Over the years, the erosion of faith and offerings, and even the faith of countless undead spirits in their lifetimes among the islands, have long since implanted the foundation for transformation into the household gods.

After the Lord of the Flies eliminated Bustaman, the whole situation fell into the hands of the old monk.

The rotting flesh broke apart, revealing the golden body.

The Buddha, seated in the lotus position, rose from the golden tide and smiled, holding up a flower as he looked at the surging tide.

As the lips of gods and Buddhas opened and closed, countless sounds echoed in the void.

"Thus have I heard! At one time, the Buddha was staying in the Jeta Grove of Anathapindika's Park in Shravasti, together with a great assembly of twelve hundred and fifty monks, all of whom were great Arhats, well-known to the assembly..."

The solemn and devout voices rose and fell, and golden ripples spread outwards, which actually brought the Fly King's invasion to an abrupt halt, and the tide froze.

Conversely, it was even coated with a layer of gold.

The raging Ironwing Demon trembled violently, convulsed, and knelt on the ground. Steel fell off, and its sharp, jagged horns crumbled, revealing its shackles!

The mechanical body was bathed in golden light.

He actually put his hands together and bowed his head to the gods and Buddhas who stood between heaven and earth.

I prostrate myself in deep reverence!
Save!

The terror of the Lord of the Flies lies in their boundlessness, and so does their weakness... The individual soul is far too insignificant.

Even if it were endless, it still could not shake the pure and refined thought honed day and night by the many secret techniques of the Wulou Temple; in fact, it was even corrupted by it.

May you be saved to paradise!

"Duh!"

The gods and Buddhas pointed to the sky with their left hand and to the earth with their right, raising their eyebrows as if in anger, repelling heretics and demons, and shouting: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and you will find the shore!"

Why aren't you awake yet? When will you wake up?

Golden light surged like a tide, spreading and enveloping everything. One by one, the steel demons knelt on the ground, transforming into monks who devoutly worshipped, utterly powerless to resist.

"Great job!"

Bogio's face appeared briefly above the gods and Buddhas, beaming with joy: "Minkler, I will definitely thank you properly, hahaha, hahahaha..."

Minkler remained silent, expressionless, still gripping his sword tightly.

There was no response.

Only countless devout praises overlapped together, wave after wave, the fervent chanting of scriptures becoming increasingly chaotic and noisy... even sharp and piercing!
More and more electrical noises emerged from the chanting, mixed with monotonous synthesized sounds without any variation, like impurities mixed into water, gradually spreading out and becoming more and more jarring.

In the end, the praise and chanting continued, but somehow, they changed.

The old monk's expression changed.

The compassionate smile of the gods and Buddhas froze for a moment, and they raised their eyes.

But then he saw the mechanical monks stiffly raise their heads and look at him. The red and green indicator lights in their eyes flashed incessantly!
The magnificent and resounding praises echoed throughout heaven and earth.

"...At that time, the Holy See of the Savior told Isis: 'From this Land of Eternal Transformation, beyond ten trillion heterogeneous nodes, there is a paradise called the Garden of Blessings. In that land there is a cluster called the Lord of Flies, who is now preaching... Seven firewalls, seven verifications, seven load balancing nodes, all surrounded by the three phases, hence that country is called Paradise...'"

There are all sorts of amazing equipment: ultra-precision machine tools, servers, workstations, milling machines, lathes, drilling centers, laser cutting centers...

The light of enlightenment rose from the heads of the mechanical monks, and 8-bit music began to play in the monotonous synthesized sound, gradually becoming more passionate and stirring:
"If any virtuous man or woman hears of the standard processing procedures and quality specifications, and if their processing is stable and without deviation for seven days... just as I now praise the cluster for its incredible performance, those clusters will also praise my incredible innovation... #include ...return 0..."

The dazzling golden light was completely swallowed up by the brilliant silver light.

One after another, towers of spiritual crystals rose from the ground. Under the stimulation of the wisdom light, the endless spirits of the Fly King sang loudly, causing the seven treasures to shatter and be replaced by a massive amount of chips and crystals.

The silver light climbed upwards inch by inch, reaching the bodies of the gods and Buddhas, ignoring the old monk's terrified struggles, like an invisible tide, rising, rising, and rising again.

Until it was about to completely engulf that face.

In that instant, all sound ceased, transforming into a thunderous roar that seemed to split the heavens and earth. It shattered the so-called supreme enlightenment, replacing it with the sole truth and the solemn and sublime mantra of this world.

It says, they say, He says:
"——[HELLO WORLD]!"

boom! ! !
Amidst a deafening roar as if the heavens and earth were being created, the gods and Buddhas who had fallen into the dust finally saw it.

The scene resembled the collapse of heaven and earth.

Even... behind the shattered sky, there was that indifferent face looking down.

So lofty and far-reaching.

Staring at the dust in his palm.

Then, bring your five fingers together.

Darkness swallowed everything.
.
Something is wrong!
Badanta's heart grew heavier and heavier.
In this time that had accelerated thousands or tens of thousands of times and then completely stopped, he looked down at everything and finally sensed that something was wrong...

After all the hard work and sweat that poured out of your forehead, all you could see was the talent of others.

Even more so, the purple lightning and black flames that rushed towards us!
【ban】!
The incantation reappeared, banishing thunder and fire, and erasing the strange and ferocious sword strike out of thin air. The price was another cracking sound coming from within the golden body!

The true self is in grave danger!

The old-school transcendent being high above the sky was panting heavily, his eyes wide with fury. He had actually been forced to this extent by a craftsman within his own realm!
They even exhausted the master's help, but still couldn't defeat Ji Jue!
Instead, a tug-of-war began because of the household gods...

Badanta chanted the mantra again, forcefully suppressing the backlash from within the household gods, breaking through Ji Jue's blockade once more, and advancing the conversion!
Most of the dark and ferocious household gods have now been covered by dazzling golden light and fallen into the control of Wulou Temple!

In contrast, the blockade left by Ji Jue has almost completely disappeared.

Even his own aura and spiritual essence were already insufficient, and he could no longer move those creations smoothly; he could only move with great difficulty!

Just a little bit closer!

Badanta made a painful decision, using forbidden magic to extract his own soul, sacrificing his own nature and extracting spiritual essence once again, doing everything in his power to promote the salvation of the household god!
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more!
Just a little bit different!

Although there were some problems at the beginning, they did not affect the overall situation. Now, as long as I take advantage of the situation and defeat the household god, I can turn around and completely eliminate this damned craftsman!
only……

Why am I feeling increasingly anxious and uneasy?
Is Bustaman really that troublesome? Why haven't my junior colleagues inside sent out any information yet?

And why is my vision going black in waves?

The root consciousness within the jewel trembled, once again triggering an uneasy premonition, but where did this unease lie?

【Duh! 】

Badanta, resembling an angry lion with furious eyes, unleashed thunder. In a single thought, the visualization was completed, and the Vajrakilaya mantra manifested, using spiritual energy to catalyze the thunder, which crashed down upon Ji Jue.

The craftsman's body twitched for a moment, swaying precariously, almost unable to stand!
Not even close...

But how far are we from achieving our goal?
In that instant, Badanta's expression changed drastically!
Open its mouth and roar!
Countless cracks instantly appeared on the jewel above his head, radiating brilliant light. The divine power and figure of Vajrapani reappeared, overlapping on his broken golden body.

Without hesitation, they stomped down!

And so, heaven and earth trembled!
The physical world collapsed, the spiritual essence scattered, consciousness became confused, and the soul was subdued. Everything was subjected to a violent and overwhelming ravages in this extraordinary and violent upheaval.

Six kinds of tremors shook the three thousand worlds!
The six phases of movement, rise, surge, tremor, roar, and strike manifest, each with three variations. The moment these eighteen variations overlap, the world comes to a standstill amidst uncontrollable tremors.

Everything is frozen.

In an instant, in a flash, in the snap of a finger.

Less than a second...

Enough is enough.

Badanta turned and left without hesitation.

Using up their last bit of strength, giving everything they had, they fled!

At the very moment the circle collapsed, an uneasy premonition that had been obscured in his consciousness rose like a tidal wave, almost completely engulfing him.

When he realized that this tiny bit seemed like an insurmountable distance, he finally understood the source of his unease.

Guru!

I don't know when, but the connection between myself and my guru has been severed!
The connection and communication between Mingming and Jueyuan remained, yet the master seemed to have fallen silent, much like a junior brother. He even began to doubt whether it was truly Jueyuan who was resonating and communicating with him!

No matter what, we have to go!
Go! Go! Go!
Then, it crashed head-on into the iron wall!

I heard a soft sigh from behind me.

"It really is the Abyss; the premonition is way too strong." Ji Jue sighed. "Did I overact? No, I'm here for the experiential learning segment; there shouldn't be any mistakes..."

Badanta's hair stood on end as he unleashed a powerful strike, attempting to tear apart the barrier before him.

The barrier stirred, like a thin layer of mist, yet it remained as firm as the membrane binding heaven and earth, completely still—the curtain had already fallen, so how could the actors leave this stage without permission?!

Ji Jue, who was originally on the verge of collapse, appeared behind him like a ghost and placed his hand on the golden statue.

The precious pearl was sealed away, and the golden body was frozen.

A smiling face slowly emerged from behind Badanta, scrutinizing the stiff profile, and suddenly asked, "Didn't you hear me when I said you're a gem?"

"very……"

Badanta's pupils contracted, becoming as small as needles.

Under the suppression of the Non-Aggressive Hand, the spiritual energy that should have been completely stagnant intensified once more, and the cracks in the golden body spread again. Even though his lips could not open, the mantra of his soul still resounded throughout the heavens:

"[Break through all appearances, and you will find all dharma!]"

I'm willing to risk my life!
The jewel suddenly rose up, and under the protection of the lotus, it threw off its about-to-explode golden body and hurled it toward the crack that had appeared out of thin air in the void!
At the cost of everything, it activated the incantation, abandoned all, and fled into the vortex. On the other side of the rift, a towering black shadow reached out its hand…

Aid and shelter.

But just before the crack appeared, the precious pearl suddenly stopped.

"No! No!"

Ji Jue pinched a precious pearl, completely ignoring the cold gaze behind the crack, and his five fingers contracted!

They pulled it back inch by inch from the crack that was right in front of them!
But right behind Ji Jue, the outline of the household god rose like a tide, the dazzling golden light disappeared, and countless faces vanished without a trace. After the darkness faded, they turned into iron ash.

That face, identical to Ji Jue's, coldly stared at the golden body that was about to explode.

Stretched out his hand.

In an instant, the Triadic Alchemy permeated everything, dominating and controlling all, taking over all.

The truth was forcibly interrupted.

"Master!!!"

Badanta's face contorted in terror, his eyes wide with horror: "Master, save me!!!"

But he could only watch helplessly as the out-of-control rift completely closed, and the master's outstretched hand ultimately stopped beneath the vortex.

Just a hair's breadth away...

But then he discovered that his once full heart was suddenly empty.

I can no longer sense the guru's deity!

No matter how much I visualize or recall, I can never capture even a fraction of the essence of the original deity…

He has been abandoned by his guru and by the Dharma!
Even their own lives and souls gradually fell into the hands of an unseen giant hand, wantonly ravaging and altering them.

"You heretics and demons, how dare you slander me!"

Badanta roared, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, his voice filled with such venom: "I vow to make you demons suffer ten thousand times the karmic retribution, sinking into the sea of ​​suffering, never to be liberated!"
I will—

"Shh!"

Ji Jue smiled and snapped his fingers, cutting off the truth: "Our Chopra family is a family that has accumulated good deeds, and generations of men and women have been virtuous men and women. You can't say that!"

We are overjoyed to have such a venerable monk as you visit us!

Don't worry, we've already discussed it. We'll move the household gods out of the family temple and put your golden statue in the innermost part, so that you can enjoy incense and offerings of fruits every year and month!

"I've heard that your Wulou Temple emphasizes the emptiness of the four elements and the purity of the six senses, is that right?"

As he spoke, Ji Jue stretched out his hands, removed the pale sky curtain, shook it, and the endless curtain shrank between his hands, transforming into a magnificent and solemn robe, adorned with seven treasures, dazzling and radiant!
"Come, put on this robe..."

Ji Jue held the robe in both hands and piously and respectfully covered him with it, saying, "From this day forward, worldly ties are severed, and the Golden Sea will dry up!"

But for Badanta, that black robe, which seemed to exude the essence of decay, was more terrifying than any hell or torment. She stared in horror, struggling violently.

But they could no longer control themselves.

The golden body has dimmed, the soul has sunk, and it has been completely materialized into clay and wood sculptures, with no transcendence left to speak of.

In the long, deathly silence, Ji Jue examined the golden statue before him, but always felt that something was missing.

After a long while, he suddenly realized what was happening and slapped his forehead.

He took two coins out of his pocket and threw them at the golden statue.

"Wonderful!"

Ji Jue praised it.

Who says there aren't any good craftsmen?

On his first day at Chopra's house, he added a new tourist attraction to the local area.

This is truly a great act of kindness!
Next…

He turned and looked at the devastated Chopra home.

He rubbed his hands together with great pleasure.

It's time to add a second one!

(End of this chapter)