Above Destiny

Chapter 786: Greater Wisdom and Lower Foolishness

Life and death, progress and stagnation.

It's just a flyer, even just a thought, an unrealistic fantasy, a tiny glimmer of hope and expectation...

When living beings once again feel the desire for ascension, the foundation for their fall will have already vanished.

Above the sky, dazzling light has replaced the lighthouse, illuminating the entire Seven Cities!
Those decaying stars gradually dimmed and disappeared.

Instead, countless prayers and hopes rose up like fireflies, twinkling like stars, transforming into a winding river that converged towards the crimson sky.

When these countless sparks overlap, they become the sun.

The sun shines on everything once more.

The sky trembled violently, banners fluttered, the celestial laws were activated, and the Heavenly Origin was revealed once again.

With just a fraction of the natural weight of the Heavenly Origin, the turbulent seven cities were stabilized again, the stagnant flames quickly dimmed, and the overwhelming green fire rapidly dissipated.

Flowers are everywhere, blooming all around.

As countless sparks continued to gather and the sun rose higher, the celestial projection behind Fernand became increasingly dilapidated under its radiance, and even began to crumble once again.

An unstoppable march toward collapse.

Right before Fernand's eyes, seventy years of great achievements crumbled, and half a lifetime of hard work and wonders vanished into nothingness.

The decline is over.

boom! ! !
Everything that was rapidly collapsing suddenly came to a standstill.

The previously scattered, stagnant flames of decay surged up once more. Even though the tide had turned and the foundation was gone.

The unfinished celestial phantom roared and propped itself up once more, countless eerie lights reaching out in all directions like hands, grasping everything.

To forcibly suppress all changes.

【stop】!
He single-handedly suppressed the ascension of the seven cities.

Like drinking poison to quench thirst, he unhesitatingly gave up the chance to start over and everything he had once possessed.

Unleashed without restraint, burning lives and even souls, gambling everything to wrestle against this overwhelming force!
But when Fernand looked up, he saw the swirling snowflakes and the torn leaflets falling right in front of him.

This single page alone has buried so many years of torment and hard work.

To think that we've fallen to this state...

In a fleeting moment of distraction and daze, Fernand instinctively turned his head to the side, and then felt a stinging pain on his cheek.

A tiny wound appeared on his face, from which wisps of purplish-black light drifted out, like blood.

Surprisingly, he got injured.

first……

"Where are you looking, Fernand? Our duel is not over yet."

Ji Jue's voice rang out, so close he could hear:

"Don't be distracted!"

Instead of pressing his advantage, he paused for a moment with remarkable magnanimity, leaving a crucial gap for him to regroup and launch a counterattack.

Such compassion.

It is far better than any vicious insults and mockery!
"...Has it really gotten this shameful?"

Fernand raised his hand, wiped the wound, stared at the dark, illusory light at his fingertips, and smiled silently, as if mocking himself.

It's truly shameful.

"good very good."

He looked up at Ji Jue again, as if looking at a presumptuous child, his expression malicious and sinister:
"Come!"

Even though the seven cities are out of control and the divine is hard to achieve, as a craftsman, as a master who has long embarked on this path, after countless ups and downs and struggles, should I still be afraid of the challenge from a junior?
Now that things have come to this, life and death no longer matter.

All that remains is the simplest and purest form of victory and defeat.

The capable rise to the top!
And you, you're still a long way off!
The crisp, shattering sound rang out once more, everywhere. In the central district of Pucheng, all the buildings shattered and vanished into thin air.

In his hands, an ordinary-looking bag reveals its true form—accumulating little by little, bit by bit, until it becomes a large sum—[sound of grains]!
Countless tiny wounds accumulated and converged in the crisp echo, suddenly overlapping into an undeniable and devastating blow, completely exploding.

And it's not just trauma.

The consumption of spiritual energy, the burden on the body, and even the accumulation of fatigue, including tiny scratches that one has never noticed, are all added together.

Every straw that fell on the camel's back gathered together once again and fell from the sky!

boom!
Ji Jue's body exploded again, the lightning and fire scattered and spread, but countless fragments that had been shattered actually reassembled right in front of him once more.

This time, there was no reliance on Isis; the three phases shifted.

It was an incredibly clumsy, incredibly slow, and error-ridden attempt to piece together another body, which was not even complete at all; at best, it was just a haphazard pile of half a body.

Even this progress is hundreds of times better than when he was almost unable to use Non-Aggression at the beginning!
Half of his body was shattered, his form twisted, and even the spiritual sword in his hand was broken in half. Yet the gap remained sharp.

Its sharp edges and jagged corners are even more menacing than before!

At this moment, the foolish and overconfident become enemies with the wise.

Breaking through layers of interception, the Sword of Foolishness pierced through with unstoppable force, reaching his face almost within reach.

Only the wisest and the most foolish remain unchanged.

If the most foolish cannot be changed, then neither can the wisest!
Fernand remained standing, unwavering and unyielding, showing no sign of retreat. In his other hand, a foot-long mallet reappeared, locking onto Ji Jue and the sword in his hand, severing them once more!

But just before that, right under his nose, Chun Jun and Ji Jue... exploded again!
Fernand's pupils involuntarily contracted.

Lock failed!

The flaw has already been found...

The power of a single-foot stick is inherently about breaking down a whole into parts. Therefore, it must be applied to the whole to maximize its effect. However, if the opponent disintegrates itself before it takes effect, the entire operation of the Heavenly Craft will make a judgment error, requiring human correction of the deviation.

It should only take a moment, but now, in this crucial moment, countless fragments from the explosion of Chun Jun are already raining down on us like a storm.

This obscured what was in front of them and blocked Ji Jue's true purpose!
Those fragments that had been discarded during the previous reorganization converged once more on Ji Jue's broken body, and the abandoned half of his body was instantly reassembled.

It was less than halfway done; only a portion of the chest, spine, heart, skull, and even... after all the fragments had come together, a mechanical hand suddenly extended, its five fingers spread out.

Press down on Fernand's face!
—Dissociation Technique: Jing Zhen!

After repeated attempts and corrections, the flawed disintegration technique reappeared in Ji Jue's hands once again. Pan Ying, Chun Jun, Zhan Lu, Ju Que... their radiance overlapped and erupted!

Unfortunately, it had no effect!
The foot-long stick has been replaced by a small crystal ball from Filch's hands. The Pure Lie—which has been cunningly targeting its peers and specializing in attacking the Embers from the very beginning—can now be called the "Craftsman's Lie."

Its core basis is a paradox—every word spoken by the craftsmen is a lie!

Its effect is to turn the theoretical basis of the targeted spiritual technique into a lie, temporarily erasing it from the world, making its effect difficult to establish.

The fundamental concepts and theories of dissociation were negated by Fernand in that instant.

The mechanical arm that reached out to him exploded in mid-air and collapsed on its own before it could even touch him.

A vast array of flowers appeared out of nowhere, swallowing up all of Ji Jue's fragments, gathering them together, and forcibly reassembling them once again, obeying his command to start anew!
Right in front of him, Fernand's face was gloomy as he slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

A huge, continuous rift.

An explosion from the inside out!
There are even more...

A third hand?

Just before Ji Jue exploded, the third spiritual hand, which had been hidden from the beginning until now, finally emerged from Fernan's internal organs, gripped his heart, and inflicted pure destruction!

Reinvented!

But as the flames of decay burned, everything was rebuilt once again. As long as the foundation of heaven and man remained, he was immortal, just like Ji Jue under the protection of Isis.

But the meaning behind this only made Fernand's expression grow increasingly grim.

Since the beginning, after defeating Ji Jue countless times, this is the first time he has suffered such a huge loss, one could even say...

"Total destruction, how does it feel, Master Fernand?"

Having completed his reorganization, Ji Jue raised his head, looking refreshed. He drew his sword once more and charged out.

"Come again!"

Then, once again, it was riddled with cracks, and as expected, it suffered a severe blow, barely clinging to life in a wretched state.

They are utterly vulnerable in the face of a master who truly gives his all, or even performs beyond his usual level!
But despite this, the time it takes to persist is getting longer and longer!

From being clumsy at the beginning to not being so clumsy, from making many mistakes to barely passing under the premise of making a quick buck, and even now, occasionally being able to pull off a few brilliant maneuvers!
Like a rough and heavy rock, after repeated collisions and polishing, it once again refracts a dreamlike crystalline light from behind its cut surface.

Those who should have been mired in depravity, under Fernand's pressure, actually began to show the sharp edges of a diamond, just like coal in the earth's crust.

This even caused Fernand to repeatedly miscalculate and find himself at a loss.

【out of control】!
Due to those clumsy operations, not only Ji Jue could not predict the final outcome, but even Fernand could not predict it.

The suppression of his decline was turned against him, to the point that Ji Jue's skill level fluctuated like a random number.

Sometimes a blow is inexplicably weak, while other times it is inexplicably strong!
Respond to chaos with chaos.

It was like a drooling idiot holding a stick in both hands, having an epileptic seizure in front of the Sword Saint Master, crawling all over the ground, swinging his weapon haphazardly and without any discernible pattern.

But at a deeper level, their essence is exactly the same.

It appears chaotic yet not chaotic, seemingly accurate yet not accurate.

They actually found a way out for him...

Regardless of whether it would work or not, Ji Jue moved forward without hesitation.

Run with big strides!

(End of this chapter)