Above Destiny

Chapter 782 All Things Decay Naturally
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A deafening roar from Longshan once again blocked Ji Jue's path.

A deep crack suddenly appeared on its massive body, almost severing the entire Dragon Mountain in half...

This time, Fernandinus chose to go all out.

In his hand, an ordinary short stick appeared for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks on Dragon Mountain rapidly multiplied, one becoming two, two becoming four, four becoming eight... like a chain reaction, in an instant, the mountain was covered with cracks like a net!

【The Craftsmanship of Heaven: A One-Foot Hammer】

Ancient texts mention a paradox: a one-foot-long stick, if half of it is cut off every day, will never be exhausted even after thousands of years...

This is a conflict between theory and reality, a paradox arising from the infinite divisibility of matter manifesting itself in reality.

Therefore, in this infinitely divisible world, a flying arrow can hover in mid-air forever, while the madly running Achilles cannot catch up with a tortoise that has stopped in place.

Countless paradoxes converge, and the principle of supreme good triggers real-world conflicts, naturally leading to the dismantling of all goals.

Once locked, it can be divided downwards indefinitely.

Until there is nothing left to divide.

The unmoving guidance was completely ineffective, and the essential dividing strike was impossible to avoid. Yet Fernand felt as if his all-out attack had landed on a mountain!
Even a mountain should be reduced to countless specks of dust!

But the vast amount of material contained in the Giant Sword, and the countless offerings consumed by the dragon blood, are far more than just a mountain... And how could the Three-Phase Alchemy and the non-aggressive control not be able to be cultivated?

All Ji Jue did was reach out and place his hand on the body of the steel behemoth. Instantly, the massive spiritual energy reserves in the Doomsday Express plummeted, along with the extraction of Luo Island's reserves, causing Lou Feng to let out an indescribable scream while clutching his head.

Silver light flowed through the fine, deep cracks, quickly closing and restoring them.

With just his bare hands, he repaired all the damage caused by the Heavenly Craftsmanship, and even used the Earthly Burial Sea to reinforce Longshan once again.

My turn!

Layered armor!

Over!
Sorry, whatever you want, that's just how simple and straightforward our fighting style is in the Wasteland.

If you can't beat me, then I'll have to beat you up!
Longshan roared, roused once more, and Zhanlu's lightning and fire burst forth, its light and heat transforming into a sword that, against the immense pressure, pierced through Fernand once more...

The burst of intense light illuminated Fernand's mocking eyes.

Little trick!

He flicked his finger again, and the four-sided, swirling sword of light and heat seemed to have been given substance, disintegrating instantly without even harming a single hair on his head.

So Easy.

No, it was from the inside that the conversion of light and heat was cut off, preventing Zhanlu from maintaining its current explosive form and causing it to disintegrate on its own.

Ji Jue knew perfectly well what had happened, but he didn't have time to react because it all happened too fast.

Too fast to retaliate.

In fact, the competition is getting faster and faster.

It's as if, during this brief warm-up, I've rediscovered the experience and feel of my former glory, playing with fluid grace and exhilaration, and even surpassing myself to become stronger!
No, it's not just that...

In Chun Jun's impulsive warning, Ji Jue was horrified and finally discovered the terrifying reality that had been hidden and concealed, and that he had subconsciously ignored.

Not only are our opponents getting faster, but we are also getting slower.

In this agonizing tug-of-war, the opponent grows stronger, while one's own strength diminishes.

Even my once crystal-clear thoughts and perceptions are now shrouded in mist, becoming increasingly blurry and making it harder to grasp the key points.

His awareness and skills are declining!

Even... this talent that I took for granted and was so proud of was silently taken away and erased.

In that instant, Ji Jue, terrified, raised his head and looked at the stars that filled the sky with resentment like pupils, and even the beams of light that looked down upon him.

I felt so small, like a speck of dust.

What theory? What technique? What operation is this?
I should have seen it before, but when that impression came to mind, it became distorted. When the word came to my lips, I got stuck and couldn't say it no matter what I did!
Is that so? Is that right? Yes, but is it really true?
Even he himself began to doubt his own judgment. Faced with an increasingly complex situation, he was unable to make a decision and could not find any direction.

It's all futile struggle, relying on malicious perception and passive dodging.

No, this can't go on!

Ji Jue decisively pulled out the Chun Jun sword, then plunged it into his forehead, and then again and again!
The reborn mechanical body brought absolute rationality that erased all emotions, while Chun Jun's soul imprint, in turn, enhanced his own logic and thinking speed.

Then, a large amount of spiritual energy is forcibly injected to stimulate the brain and cause it to operate at overload.

Even if it means burning one's brain to mush, one can forcibly restore one's thinking and judgment abilities to their original level, but this is difficult to sustain.

"Ha, you finally realized it?"

A mocking laugh rang in his ears; Fernand's voice seemed to be everywhere, echoing from hundreds of mouths:
“Losing reading means you can’t see it; losing writing means you can’t express it; losing understanding means you can’t hear it; losing speech means you can’t speak it… Don’t panic, Ji Jue, you’ve just become like an ordinary person.”

Amidst scornful laughter, an overwhelming tide of eerie light descended from the sky, cruelly ravaging everything in its path.

"How does it feel to be reduced to an ordinary person, sir?"

To be perplexed and not think about it is called foolishness; to ponder deeply but not find the answer is called stupidity; to be difficult to persuade with good words, and difficult to refine with skillful craftsmanship, is called stubbornness; to be accustomed to ignorance and not seek thorough understanding is called ignorance; to have one's reason clouded is called ignorance...

When the familiar rationality, the proud calmness, the crucial thinking, and the desire that surpasses even life itself have all left him, what is left of Ji Jue?
He was almost losing control of this power that belonged to him!

Just restraining the urge to drool, laugh out loud, and explode at this guy is already almost exhausting.

His soul seemed to have been split in two; when impulsiveness and instinct took over, reason became precarious and unsustainable. He was falling.

He is gradually losing his so-called talent and becoming an ordinary person...

At that moment, Ji Jue finally realized the truth.

Ignorance will never cease, and suffering will never end!
This is the path and destiny that Fernand has followed, and it is also the distortion and alienation he has inflicted on the entire Seven Cities...

The path to ruin!

Extinguish all desire for change, even sever all paths to the highest good, plunging everything into eternal ignorance and delusion…

The fall of seven cities is exchanged for the rise of one person!

That's why everything Ji Jue has done has been so irritating, so unbearable, and so irritating to him.

This is also the biggest reason why this distortion has not yet truly begun.

The seven cities have always been one, and the lighthouse connects all seven cities. As long as there is still one city or place that has not fallen into corruption, his ascension cannot be truly completed!

In the end, all their efforts were in vain...

But it doesn't matter. Even if Luo Island and Xiangzhou are unwilling, Fernand can still take matters into his own hands and suppress them. If it's a little difficult, it's a little difficult; if it's a little difficult, it's a little difficult.

He still has time to make amends, and he also still has time to help Ji Jue truly face reality!

Even Ji Jue's obstacles were turned into stepping stones.

By letting such talented and beautiful people fall into oblivion, we can elevate ourselves once again!

A mournful cry erupted.

It's in Ji Jue's hands.

One of his arms was torn apart.

It wasn't due to Fernand's suppression and abuse, but rather because of his own manipulation and distortion... that Triad Alchemy began to spiral out of control!

The curse of mediocrity is being continually inflicted upon him.

It caused everything about him to deteriorate uncontrollably.

Even more critically, the distortions and ubiquitous resistance throughout the seven cities made all external efforts extremely difficult, inefficient, and ultimately unsuccessful.

It's like being at odds with the whole world.

To oppose Fernand, who has now become a distorted version of the Seven Cities, is no different from wrestling with all those who are mired in the quagmire.
No matter how clear-headed and rational a person is, it is ultimately a futile struggle.

Assimilation is only a matter of time...

"Tsk!"

Ji Jue gritted his teeth, simply ripped off the broken arm, threw it aside, and put on a new spare one.

Having long been accustomed to dragging his opponents down to his own level and comparing their inferiority, he was actually dragged down by his opponent for the first time. It was as if he was shrouded in an aura of idiocy, unable to maintain even the most basic rationality.

At this moment, feeling the cries of countless souls sinking into the mire, I could no longer suppress my anger: "You scourges, how come you can't be wiped out?"

"Ha, there are no troubles in the world, it is only the fools who trouble themselves. Ji Jue, is it us, the scourge, who are the ones who cannot be eradicated, or the self-righteous arrogance of you embers?"

The incomplete celestial figure laughed silently: "When you sit high above, praising yourselves as talents and gems, have you ever experienced the mediocrity that ordinary people are born with?"

It wasn't that great evil changed them; they created great evil. They didn't even need to stagnate and corrupt to cause harm; they were simply always like that!

"The vast majority of people in this world are like this, born with the original sin of 'mediocrity'."

Even if you fight and struggle with all your might, it will all be in vain. Even if you risk your life to climb upwards, you will only fall and be reduced to nothing.

"The pain of ideals versus reality, the agony of shattered dreams... isn't it hope that ultimately turned the Seven Cities into what they are today?"
Ultimately, they chose to sink into depravity. They refused to change and chose to remain forever unchanged from yesterday to tomorrow, returning to their original state!
"Mediocre people are such pathetic creatures... Why bother disturbing their peace?"

In the mire of endless souls sinking into depravity, the shadow of the celestial being gradually solidifies, step by step reclaiming everything back into its hands.

Under the lighthouse's glow, the sounds of breaking were incessant.

The entire Longshan Armor seemed to be pulled and bound by invisible ropes, making it difficult to move, as if it had fallen into the deep sea, and it could no longer carry out any forging.

Even the Crimson Banner was delayed.

The world's disgust and rejection of Ji Jue reached its peak!

It should be said that the souls mired in the mire instinctively rejected and resisted Ji Jue, refusing to wake up from the burning iron house.

I'd rather sleep forever than be in pain when I'm awake!
"Did you see that, Ji Jue?"

Fernand sighed sarcastically, “This is the nature of mediocrity; ascension is merely an occasional change, while depravity is the ultimate outcome.”

The so-called "all things transform themselves," ultimately results in all things decaying.

"Shut the hell up, you old bastard!"

Ji Jue was so angry he almost laughed, and his high blood pressure was about to flare up: "You've been rambling on and on for so long, just bragging, but you haven't mentioned a single thing about the part about fabricating experiments and falsifying data!"
You can fool others, but don't fool yourself! This stuff you wrote wouldn't even pass the initial review of "Haizhou Communications," let alone "Creation"!

How did you get the title of "Master" back then?

Did they pay the board members to buy it?

After Ji Jue finished speaking, he paused for a moment, as if he understood something. His expression immediately became earnest, and he lowered his tone: "To be honest, I actually really want to improve..."

If you have any connections, could you please introduce me?

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