Above Destiny

Chapter 784 The Superiority of Creation
The lighthouse trembled violently.

That dazzling flame that filled the heavens and earth seemed to have frozen.

"What the hell."

Lou Feng stared blankly at the branches of the Crystal Tree, where endless flowers bloomed... He felt the suffocation and pressure that had been there all along vanish without a trace.

But why did he instinctively feel that these pure flowers were even more terrifying than the corrosive influence of the Fallen Realm?

The anomaly across the entire seven cities came to an abrupt end.

Or perhaps... now, in this quagmire of despair, a calamity called Isis has invaded!
Even before that, even before Fernand revealed his true colors, Ji Jue had already personally planted the seeds of his monstrous transformation!
The existence of materialization distortion does not pose any obstacle. On the contrary, it is precisely because of the basis of materialization that Isis's assimilation of creations becomes so smooth and effortless!
Once I kill the hostage, you kidnappers will forget about extorting a ransom!
Once I destroy all of this, then no one else can destroy anything else.

Five days ago, the moment Ji Jue made up his mind, countless tiny Isis seeds, invisible to the naked eye, had already silently spread among the seven cities through the flow of goods between them, through the commodities exchanged on the black market along the coast, and through the grain, medicine, and fuel that Ji Jue secretly traded.

From the wind, from the water, from banknotes and rust, coordinates have been silently planted on every living thing, omnipresent.

This is Ji Jue's true preparation.

Take the fire out of the cauldron!

No matter what the opponent wants to do, as long as you have everything in your hands first, then the opponent won't be able to accomplish anything... Even if the opponent wants to destroy everything, they should first consider whether what they have has become a bomb that can send everything to the sky!

Now that Fernand's true purpose has been revealed, Isis's mission has subtly changed...

Sinking into depravity, huh? A quagmire, huh? Stagnation, decay, and distortion, huh?

Yes, OK, no problem!

Let's do it together!
Anyway, it doesn't matter who takes it or not. Why can you touch it but I can't?

If I'm going to give it to a piece of trash like you, why can't I have it too!
Now, after a long period of preparation and erosion, in an instant, flowers bloom across the seven cities, a brand new hell is born from the hell of the past, and endless pale flowers sprout from the mire.

He began to seize control of countless souls from Fernand's hands...

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha—"

Fernand's expression twitched, then twitched again, his lips twitched and curled up, looking at everything before him with bloodshot eyes and eyes that seemed to be about to burst.

In a fit of unprecedented rage, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity and mockery.

What do you mean I'm no good either?

What does it mean to say that since things are like this, I won't pretend to be a gentleman anymore?

Damn it, is Ember blind?!

Open your eyes and see who the hell is really corrupt now!
Are all those old guys in the association idiots? What kind of people have you taught? What have your so-called "remnants of talent" actually produced?
He lowered his head, gazing at the petals slowly falling from the sky, and stretched out his hand, staring at the illusory object formed from a strand of mercury in his palm.

In just a moment, he had already glimpsed Isis's true nature, and with his own malice, he had guessed Ji Jue's purpose and thoughts... even his intentions and madness when he created the work.

I couldn't hold back any longer; it felt like falling into an ice cave.

How could there be such a craftsman, chaining himself up and making himself a beast of burden for creation...

Who is the master, and who is the slave?!

"Are you crazy!"

Fernán asked hoarsely, "Ji Jue, how dare you call yourself Ember? What kind of thing have you created! What do you consider a craftsman to be...?"

"none of your business!"

Ji Jue reached into his breast pocket and plucked a white flower that had sprouted from it. He inhaled its fragrance, smiled shamelessly, and told him, "I'm happy to!"

boom! ! !
Within the endless, spreading pale flowers, the rampant, stagnant flames of decay quickly dimmed, the brutal mutations were covered by even more brutal mutations, and the malicious erosions were replaced by even more malicious erosions.

The ubiquitous and constant struggle and defense have already begun in every corner of the seven cities!

Like a tug-of-war, they are fighting for the ownership of their souls!
"Come on, Fernand!"

Ji Jue spread his arms wide, full of anticipation: "Since you love talking about how everything transforms itself, then come and see for yourself..."

Which is more fortunate, your destiny or mine?

Fernand's expression gradually twisted, alternating between anger and malice. In the end, all that remained on his broken face was the same resoluteness and contempt as Ji Jue's.

"Then come!"

He waved his hand, and beyond his foot-long fist, phantom images of various creations emerged from his surroundings, locking onto his opponent.

Embers and deep, craftsmen and artisans.

Now they are all on the same level, and their true forms are revealed.

Whether in terms of morality or intentions, they have both fallen into the abyss and the mire, and there is no difference between their arrogance and rebellion.

There is no need for righteous accusations or moral judgments.

There is only one thing left to do.

We will never fight fair and square; we will resort to any means necessary to determine the victor!
Until death!

that's it……

In a single glance, Ji Jue was shattered!
With just a casual interruption from Fernand, the out-of-control triple cycle caused the reborn form to completely collapse, breaking in half and scattering its limbs.

Naturally, under the suppression of the Path of Depravity, Ji Jue's manipulation became so distorted that he couldn't help but drool, and his consciousness was so poor that he couldn't even see through Fernand's slight probing and seduction.

But before it could land, the ensuing attack was extinguished by the blooming flowers.

With Isis's restoration, Ji Jue was restored to his original state in the blink of an eye, and stood before Fernand once more.

"I think I'm getting the hang of it." Ji Jue showed no signs of discouragement, still smiling and waving enthusiastically: "Let's do it again!"

"No matter how many times, it's always the same, Ji Jue, you're far from good enough!"

Fernán reached out and pointed again, easily crushing Ji Jue once more.

This time, however, the mechanical body, which was filled with noise and billowing smoke, did not explode completely as he had expected.

Amidst the flying sparks, the face, now turned to metal, lifted up and grinned at him:
"...The difference doesn't seem to be that big."

Zhanlu shot forth, and the spirit shrieked as it emerged, leaving a menacing black trail in mid-air, with terrifying heat spreading outwards.

However, it could not be applied to Fernand.

It was already on the verge of dissipating before it even reached him. The heat had spiraled out of control and completely dissipated halfway there, not even worth mentioning.

On the contrary, Ji Jue's arm was burned into molten iron.

Ji Jue shook off the dissolved elbow, lowered his eyes again, and the complex structure appeared out of thin air, then exploded. It was difficult to complete, so he simplified it, and simplified it again, until finally, only a hydraulically driven joint remained, with cables pulling and traction to contract the five fingers.

It doesn't matter, as long as it's good enough.

Unfortunately, it was of no use. Before it could even raise its head, it was sent flying backward. Its shattered head was reborn amidst the blooming flowers and pieced back together.

Once again, he stood before Fernand.

"Please continue."

The craftsman, now a mediocre individual, smiled and invited him, earnestly requesting his guidance.

In those jet-black eyes, seemingly pieced together from metal, a burning, intense light surged, defiantly challenging an opponent they could not defeat.

Amidst the endless erosion of decay, he drew his sword once more!
This time, Ji Jue only lasted two moves before being defeated by his own foolish decisions and distorted operations. He was like a fool, completely fooled.

But the frustration of failure could not overshadow a certain indescribable novelty and excitement.

When the foreseeable possibilities become completely blurred, and when the ineffable intuition fades away, everything that was once familiar becomes so strange, as if we are getting to know and understand it all again, exploring it once more from a completely new and different perspective.

It's like a toy you've always taken for granted has suddenly found new ways to play with it and new variations, full of surprises and discoveries...

He seemed to understand a little, but at the same time, he seemed to understand nothing at all.

There was only joy and pleasure, without any frustration.

He burst out laughing.

"Come again!"

boom! ! !
The overconfident challenger was ravaged by rage and fell apart; had it not been for Isis, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

The "Sound of Grains"—accumulating tiny wounds until they become a fatal injury; the "Pure Panic"—erasing all spiritual changes in the opponent, rendering related alchemical theories and techniques utterly ineffective in an instant; the "One-Foot Hammer"—unrestrictedly dividing the opponent until they vanish into nothingness…

Many of Fernández's proud creations were unable to defeat an opponent who had completely lost his talent and ability, and instead were forced to survive by the opponent's many clumsy and bizarre maneuvers.

The wolf's malicious perception and neural reflexes, Chun Jun's accelerated perception and spiritual flashes, and even the spatial traversal and leaps of the Myriad Manifestations Engine.

No matter how many times, even if Ji Jue is completely shattered, even if only a tiny bit remains, a mechanical body will be pieced together again in front of Fernand.

As long as Isis is alive, no matter how terrible the defeat or trauma, it is not worth mentioning.

It's almost like treating yourself as a dungeon boss, repeatedly farming and challenging yourself, and even enjoying it.

At this moment, however, he was unable to exert his full strength, and even found it difficult to move... What he felt was the series of cracking and wailing sounds coming from that broken body of a celestial being.

An illusory weight was manifesting above his soul, pulling him down from the heavens into the mire!
Even worse, falling into the abyss...

The foundation of heaven and man was built upon the fall of seven cities.

But now, as more and more souls struggle to rise again from the mire of the seven cities, the foundation of the Fallen Realm is beginning to crumble.

The foundation of the celestial beings that was thus elevated is instead being pulled and tugged by the futile struggles of countless mediocre people, showing signs of decline!
The stagnant flames dimmed and receded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a candle flickering in the wind.

click!
As Ji Jue's shattered body rose again before Fernand, a cracking sound rang out, and a fissure appeared on Fernand's face.

Like a sharp blade, it shattered the expressions of astonishment and anger.

"what are you doing?"

He sensed everything in the Seven Cities, feeling the countless souls struggling and rioting, even without Isis's further erosion, as if boiling over, wanting to escape Fernand's control.

Fernand staggered for a moment, almost losing his balance, and questioned:

"What the hell have you done?!"

"Huh? I didn't do anything! Weren't I just getting beaten up by you?"

Ji Jue, his hands shattered on the floor, got up again, shrugged, and said innocently, "At most, I just handed out a flyer on a whim..."

...flyers!
Fernand's pupils contracted, and he raised his head, gazing at the sky above, where countless silver lights, like falling snowflakes, appeared out of thin air and fluttered down to the earth.

It fell into the ruins and mud.

It landed in front of him.

So light, just one page, yet it surpasses countless lies and laws, completely shaking the very foundations of stagnation and corruption!

"First Large-Scale Recruitment Announcement for Coast Group's Qicheng Industrial Park".

(End of this chapter)