Above Destiny

Chapter 801 A Sunny and Cheerful Young Man
What.!
When Ji Jue's voice rang out, silence fell once again both inside and outside the Rift Realm.

Not only were those who stepped forward into the darkness bewildered, but the association was also caught off guard.

Jiang Tongguang, who was preparing to raise a glass in celebration, also froze on the spot.

She looked up at Ji Jue's back, filled with doubt.

Not a buddy.

Is this even possible to get a free refill? This isn't some bubble tea shop having a promotion where the second cup is half price...

What are you after?
But now, seeing that figure from behind, and thinking about this guy's ruthless style and cruel methods, suddenly, it all seems normal again.

Why ask so many questions?
What are you babbling about? With the Dark Abyss before us, how can we not kill him?
Besides, who says that a person can only fight one match?

"I think it's okay."

Jiang Tongguang nodded, full of admiration.

I said, no!

Gustav's voice rang out beside me, cold and deep: "Jiang Tongguang, what are you doing? Young people don't know what's important. Don't play along with his nonsense! Do you have to make a mistake before you realize your mistake?!"

"What's gotten into you, Lao Gu?" Jiang Tongguang shrugged and sighed.

"Conservative or outdated, it doesn't matter. If Ji Jue has any complaints, let him come and talk to me," Gustav retorted decisively. "The debate over the stagnation of embers is not a gamble, and the Association is not a place to treat the new generation as expendable resources!"

Jiang Tongguang nodded: "What did the Grandmaster say?"

"I'll go and talk to the Grandmaster..."

"Isn't it fine?"

During their conversation, a third voice rang out, causing Gustav to pause: "Whether we win or lose, we have to try."

He said, "It wouldn't hurt to give it a try."

Heavenly Furnace!

Gustav's voice became hoarse, almost pleading and imploring: "The mighty Taiyi Ring, are you really going to entrust the outcome to a young man who has only been a craftsman for less than two years?"
Please reconsider...

Tianlu did not answer, but lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Jue.

A calm voice rang out.

"Can we still win?"

"can!"

Ji Jue answered decisively, without hesitation.

"Okay, let's continue then, until you get tired of winning!"

Tianlu laughed, looking at the projection of Anvil Elder, full of mockery: "It's also good for Yousui to see how far he is from the real Yujin Good Material."

What exactly do victory, defeat, life, and death look like?

In that instant, the silent old man with the anvil waved his hand and gave the order.

The association acknowledges Lien Chan's efforts.

The dim light within the deep shadows roared and boiled in fury.

"court death!"

The tall figure that had been stopped halfway up the road raised its head, its face ashen.

In this supposedly epic battle of smoldering embers, where both sides fought tooth and nail and resorted to any means necessary, a mere brat from the association dared to swagger around before the Dark Abyss. After narrowly defeating a piece of trash like the Workshop, he still dared to put on airs...

Absolutely courting death!

boom!!!
The towering workshop in the deep shadows trembled and opened. In the burst of intense light, a magnificent staff rose from the furnace, descended from the sky, and landed in his hand.

The crimson scepter, shimmering with blood and hissing, unleashed a trump card originally prepared for its old adversary. Amidst the entanglement of blood, fire, and black flames, a frenzy erupted.

Countless skeletons and grotesque figures faintly emerge from them.

A shattering, mournful sound rang out.

The metal armrests of the chair were crushed into mud under the rough, contracting fingers.

"You damned bastard—"

Huang Xu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his face ashen. The flame-shaped sword in front of his knee roared furiously, countless sparks flying out, and he could hardly control himself.

How dare that traitor who betrayed the North Wind and that vile scoundrel who stole the secret teachings appear before me!
Huang Xu was a master craftsman at the North Wind Workshop before the expedition. At a critical moment, he took the North Wind legacy and went to the Deep, causing the North Wind Workshop to be almost purged by the Association and the Dragonbone Fleet to be almost completely wiped out.

His fellow disciple...

——【Iron Valve: Dalsaer】!
"So there are still guys like you here."

At this moment, Dalsaer glanced indifferently at the furious yellow-bearded man, gave a contemptuous sneer, crossed the rift gate, and stepped into the battlefield.

Looking coldly at Ji Jue in the distance, her eyes were filled with ferocity and hatred: "She is Ye Xian's student after all, just like her, she doesn't know what's good for her!"

Shh, don't talk.

Ji Jue raised a finger and waved it idly: "They're nothing more than the teacher's defeated opponents. There are too many people like that; it's nothing special anymore..."

"Don't you guys have any more original character designs? How about we just rename it the 'Ye Xian Victims Club'?"

"presumptuous!"

Darssae's face was ashen, his long hair standing on end: "Even if it was a challenge, she was never qualified to challenge me back then! Now she has disappeared for so many years, and she doesn't even dare to show her face now. What is she anyway!"

For a fleeting moment, Ji Jue's smile froze on his face. Tian Lu's lips, however, silently curved upwards, as if the smile he had lost had been transferred back to him.

Oh my, this is going to get interesting!

"It's ok."

Ji Jue nodded and said sincerely, "I can make up for this precious and rare experience for you."

When you get back and hear others crying about losing to Ye Xian, you won't have to be envious anymore.

Then, I can stand tall and tell them, "I'm different from you. I didn't lose to Ye Xian; I only lost to her student... if, well, you can still go back."

As he gazed at Darsage's ferocious face, his smile grew even warmer, a comforting gesture.

"Don't worry, there's no need to worry about losing too badly."

I'm not a teacher, and I don't have such a bad temper. I don't like making enemies everywhere.

In that instant, Ji Jue raised his head and finally smiled brightly.

So sunny.

Just as everyone knows, she is warm, gentle, and kind.

He always tolerated others and prioritized public good, even avoiding arguments. As for those who had grudges against him…

Usually, the entire family would be wiped out on the same day!
The moment his smile was swallowed by blood and fire, Ji Jue vanished.

Only the raging tide of blood and fire roared in, turning into a storm that engulfed everything!
After so much rambling from beginning to end, Pan Ying finally finished his cast. After the Blood Arm's inheritance sacrifice was multiplied tenfold, he finally reached the limit of this steel body.

One thousand and twenty-four times!
After reaching the peak of the reborn form, through Ji Jue's continuous reinforcement and maintenance, the value of the reborn form under the blessing of the self-transformation of all things underwent another qualitative change, and surged to the edge and limit of controllability.

The world seemed to be engulfed in flames.

Everything crumbled, revealing cracks.

On the crimson blade, the emblem of the Blood Wrist burst forth with light, and the tide of blood flames converged into a single line, shooting out from the blade. As Ji Jue delayed, it raged across the earth, carving out a straight, deep valley.

With a sweeping motion, the entire rift seemed to split in two. When the cleaver descended from the sky, the void above was stained crimson, as if blood were raining down.

The teacher was young once, and it's inevitable that he would make mistakes... Why leave so many survivors?

The heritage has been lost, the secret teachings have been passed on, the creation has been shattered, and there's no point in keeping people alive; living would only be torture. It would be better to kindly send them on their way and end it all. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many problems today.

However, out of respect for elders, it's always difficult for students to speak about such matters.

We can only learn from this experience.

then……

Exterminate them all!
boom!!!
For a fleeting moment, Darssae's expression was enveloped in the blood-red light. In that instant of astonishment, he seemed unable to react, and then... a contemptuous sneer followed.

The earth suddenly trembled, and from the cracked valley, a giant hand rose up and spread out. On its fingers, which were as large as buildings, there were clear and distinct skeletal marks, like fingerprints.

Endless death transformed into a giant hand, blocking the path before Pan Ying.

A moment of head-to-head confrontation.

A piercing scraping sound erupted, the giant hand paused, but the rock remained undamaged.

Surprisingly, it blocked it!

A crack appeared on Ji Jue's body due to the shock, but it quickly closed up, and then another palm could be seen crashing down from the sky.

The earth and sky seemed to come alive, turning malevolent and ferocious, launching a fierce attack on Ji Jue!

Hundreds of hands pressed down continuously, like a torrential rain rising from the ground and falling from the sky.

Amidst the countless interlocking hands, a streak of blood-red light, like a meteorite, moved freely and easily, weaving and shifting through the gaps, maneuvering nimbly between heaven and earth, effortlessly evading the encirclement of the heavens and earth.

After the giant hand formed by countless dust particles and clouds completely dissipated, a blurry phantom appeared faintly behind Dalzae.

Like a giant covered in scales, he controlled the heavens and the earth.

A hero from Northern mythology who slew a burning dragon, bathed in its blood, and devoured its remains to be reborn...

Legend has it that the Heavenly Craftsmanship, forged from the remains of a dragon, is the legacy passed down through generations of the North Wind Workshop, representing the highest realm of the Seed of Heroes.

The Ring of Siegfried!
"You bastard! How dare you defile the relics of our ancestors, the spirits of heroes!" Yellowbeard roared furiously, nearly crushing the hilt of his flame-shaped sword. "Dalsae, have you lost all sense of shame as a craftsman?!"

No one responded.

Separated by the rift, Dalsaer was completely unaware, and equally indifferent.

At this moment, the divine craftsmanship formed from the dragon's remains has been put to his use, and has even undergone a complete transformation in his hands.

"Sow the seeds once more, Siegfried, and return to become a hero!"

He raised the crimson scepter in his hand, and within the dark crystal at the top of the scepter, strands of golden light rapidly expanded.

Finally, it's completely finished.

Craftsmen never do anything meaningless. While Ji Jue was delaying the reading, he was also enduring humiliation and silently pushing for the awakening of the Heavenly Craftsman.

The moment the power of the King of Heroes manifested in his hands, all words became meaningless.

Even the duels and wars are over... all that's left is a fight to the death!

The moment he reached out and scattered countless iron filings, burly figures, wreathed in blood and fire, rose from the earth, and the countless heroic scenes recorded by the North Wind were recreated in his hands.

Even better than before!

The moment he raised the scepter high, a majestic shadow, like that of a tyrant, rose from the ground, taking control of all the heroes Siegfried had catalyzed.

The flames of slaughter and the shadows of the tower merged into one in the stagnation and decay, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

At this moment, he is the King of Heroes, the embodiment and re-creation of Siegfried in the world, the true ruler.

And right beneath his feet, countless steel heroes emerged from nothingness, growing rapidly.

The countless tiny iron filings suddenly expanded and extended, emerging almost endlessly from the mud under Siegfried's blessing.

It's like the dead coming back to life.

The heroes of the North rose from their graves, drew their swords once more, and roared with fury.

At the very front, lightning crackled, flames surged, and the screech of metal scraping against metal was deafening...

Simir, Fabti, Surtur, Helenir, Bestra, Mimir—the culmination of countless transformations within the Seed of Heroes—in an instant, dozens of distinct rebirth forms were created under Siegfried's superior grace!
Even with just a moment's hesitation, Fabuti, who was several meters tall, suddenly appeared from the flash of lightning, his battle axe slashing down at Ji Jue!

Suddenly, Ji Jue slashed, and under the Pan Ying, Fabuti was split in two. Countless dissipated lightning bolts regrouped before his eyes, transforming into a giant that slashed again!

boom!
Ji Jue plummeted to the ground, and immediately afterward, from the cracks in the ground, a massive army of heroes burst forth once more, launching a desperate attack on him.

When Ji Jue reached out and pressed his hand against Ximir's face, he felt that Jing Zhen's impact had no effect; the body was completely empty.

Even if it falls apart in Ji Jue's hands right now, it will burst out of the ground from behind him again in the next instant, immortal and indestructible!
The disintegration technique is useless because they are not real entities at all; in fact, they are merely disposable consumables!

As long as the Ring of Siegfried remains in Dalzae's hands, this consumable can be produced in unlimited quantities. As long as there is enough spiritual energy, the fallen heroes under his command will be endless!

"Dissociation technique? A trivial skill, not worth mentioning!"

After being compared to him countless times or mocked with the same reasons, Dalsaer couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter: "In front of a true strongman, would he still be of any use?"

In that instant, right in front of Ji Jue, the roaring giant Helenir came to an abrupt halt.

Suddenly, it went unresponsive.

They froze in place.

Because Ji Jue's outstretched hand pressed against the giant's face.

Immediately following, a scornful sigh rose from amidst countless roars and shouts:

"Do I really need the Disintegration Technique to deal with you?"

Perhaps your craftsmanship is superb, and you have an inexhaustible supply of spiritual essence and hero seeds. This doesn't seem like a fair duel at all, but that's okay.

I can understand you.

because……

Deus Ex!
(End of this chapter)