Above Destiny

Chapter 803 What to do? Only kill!

The sea and sky were deathly silent, and amidst the roar, the massive Pillar of Demise descended one step further!
Next one, and then the next one...

After two battles, the excessively young Ember Artisan still stood on the battlefield, unharmed and showing no signs of fatigue.

Even though the rainbow light surged endlessly in the darkness, and malicious gazes were cast upon it, it was completely ignored.

He just yawned listlessly and looked up at the sky.

Expressionless.

Even though he was right in front of him, the sky was gradually darkening, turning pale and gloomy, the sea was freezing inch by inch, and snowflakes were falling in the wind.

In the darkness, a bulky figure shrouded in heavy cotton clothing walked towards him step by step, staggering, huddled up, with his arms crossed.

Layers of frost clung to the exposed hair and beard, making it feel as if one were inside an ice cave, so cold.

Even more bizarrely, sparks and thick smoke continued to rise from his body.

"what……"

At this moment, amidst heavy breathing, the eyes of that charred, blackened face finally opened. But no pupils were visible; only viscous flames surged within the carbonized eye sockets.

Looking at Ji Jue.

Just looking at it makes one feel burning inside, as if it's about to burst into flames.

Despite the bitter cold and biting frost, a spark slowly rose from the gradually drying ground right before Ji Jue's eyes.

Countless sparks, like fireflies, rose and danced wildly in the unseen flames!
"You...you...look..."

The figure's expression twitched for a moment, as if revealing a gap that resembled a smile, and murmured indistinctly, "...It's delicious!"

"That's... [Torch Plague]!"

Jiang Tongguang angrily rebuked, "What is You Sui doing!"

This is supposed to be a method to stop the decay of embers, yet they're letting this nonsensical thing be used?!
Let alone whether it was a stagnant craftsman, it's even debatable whether such a thing could even be considered a person, or whether it was still alive!

Seventy years ago, a craftsman now known as "Torch Plague" emerged out of nowhere, becoming unparalleled in the depths of the world and almost leading the trend of the time.

More than forty years ago, after having the privilege of meeting the master craftsman Bei Gong, the craftsman who wanted to go further took a risk and devoted everything to the forging process, which he had no control over at all.

Ultimately, they became lost in the stagnant and corrupt gifts.

Literally, it means going mad, completely losing control, and being irreversibly objectified!

His soul, life, and consciousness were all burned to ashes in the furnace, leaving behind only his materialized body.

Over the years, through the malicious ingenuity and meticulous reconstruction of numerous artisans in the secluded realm, this distorted and materialized form has been continuously added to, repaired, and even completely transformed...

In the end, it became a tool, a weapon, a catastrophic furnace that only incubates destruction, eroding and distorting everything!

Right before Ji Jue's eyes was the end result created by all the craftsmen after they lost control, went awry, and became objectified—the dead end they had embarked on!

It is itself a large source of stagnant and polluting substances!
Without thought, without reason, and without anything that could even be called consciousness, the only thing left is the instinct forged by the craftsmen of yesteryear, the uncontrollable chaotic distortion, the completely alienated and twisted skills, and even... the absolute malice between the virtuous craftsmen created by the great calamity!
The so-called "Torch Plague"!
"I can't take it..."

When the sound of chains snapping rang out in front of Ji Jue, the bloated figure with his arms crossed trembled violently. Only the smile on his charred face gradually expanded, almost climbing up to the back of his neck.

The molten shackles turned into iron and slowly fell from the withered hands. The frost on his body evaporated quickly and disappeared. The heavy clothes that had served as shackles, and the carefully crafted flame-retardant items, began to burn under the spreading flames.

Thick flames erupted from the features of that face, howling and writhing like a living thing, as if dancing.

Hehe, haha, hahahahahaha—

Hysterical laughter erupted from the flames, repeating the madness and joy of the past: "I understand, I understand everything now, the transformation of all things, the changes of all phenomena, it's so simple!"

click!
A crack appeared on the face, from which flames erupted.

Under the blazing light, all things in heaven and earth seemed to be burned to ashes in the invisible flames, revealing their true nature from the brutal furnace.

Amidst the mournful cries of flames, countless raindrops fell from the sky, filling everything yet remaining untouchable, like tears, causing everything to quickly decay and perish.

The earth turned to charcoal, and flames rose from within it. Countless bones became firewood, merging into the flames. On the broken skulls, there seemed to be lingering maniacal laughter, and the writhing corpses danced like a ballet.

The mountains gradually melted in the flames, and the rift valley spewed black tides in the rain, with one astonishing anomaly after another.

Right before Ji Jue's eyes, the stones in the soil shattered, and the dust gathered to form clay figures. Blood and tears streamed from the exaggerated features of the clay figures, filled with resentment. One by one, the clay figures wriggled and pieced themselves together, instantly transforming into a colossal creature that devoured each other. Then, it disintegrated again, returning to its descent into oblivion.

The futile cycle never ends, the meaningless changes repeat endlessly; the so-called world is nothing but an endless cycle of tears, suffering, and despair.

The plague surged forth from that container like a tidal wave, filling everything and severing all other changes of goodness, turning the entire Rift Realm into a furnace of stagnant decay!
In the raging tide, Ji Jue's figure was completely swallowed up.

They didn't even have time to resist.

Disappear.

"Hey! Old Deng, is this really a good idea?"

Above the rift in the sky, a grandmaster with lowered eyes surveyed everything and suddenly asked, "Isn't it a bit... unreasonable to send something like this onto the field?" "What kind of question is that?"

The old man countered, "Although the choice of today's opponent was made by my subordinates, since Juwen belongs to the category of the Deep and the Corrupt, what's wrong with letting him take the stage?"

"No, what I mean is... even if it's a free win, you still have to put on an act."

Tianlu sighed softly, a smile suddenly appearing on his indifferent face, full of gratitude: "It wouldn't sound good if word got out that we're delivering food so blatantly to your door."

Plague? Stagnation? Pollution? Furnace?
You seem to be trying to make me laugh!
From the very beginning, he didn't take the so-called plague seriously!

Let alone the Torch Plague, even if the nameless craftsman who created the Torch Plague were still alive, would he be a match for Ji Jue now?

Could it pose any threat to Ji Jue?

"In four hundred years, not only has the Association forgotten what the embers should have looked like, but now it seems that even You Sui has no idea how those Mohists, who were once hailed as the ten most heinous villains, actually did things."

Tianlu grinned and sighed regretfully:
"Aren't you guys taking the principle of 'non-aggression' too lightly?"

boom!!!
From the deepest part of the endless, distorted, and dark tide, a ray of silver light suddenly leaped out, flashing and piercing the darkness, illuminating the eyes of all onlookers.

It was just a tiny, insignificant little thing, so small, yet so obtrusive.

They didn't even do anything.

Its mere existence is enough to extinguish all the encroaching distortions, effortlessly carving out a pure land, a pristine realm, from the omnipresent, all-consuming tidal wave.

There's absolutely no need for Ji Jue to exert his full strength or launch a deliberate counterattack.

Even before that thought crossed his mind, his hands had already reacted naturally.

Countless intricate silver emblems emerged from his hands, even extending into the void, like sharp blades slashing against the tide, causing the mutated tide of the plague to open from the center, frantically circling around to the sides, unable to extend any further inward!
Non-aggression!

Non-aggressive rage!
The spirituality contained within, the legacy left by the sages of the past, the prayers entrusted by the Mohists of yesteryear, and even the countless instinctive reactions that Ji Jue had accumulated and refined, all now operate on their own and are released!

Like a wisp of dreamlike silver flame, its mere existence alone prevented the plague's erosion and distortion from making any progress.

Even the moment Ji Jue raised his hand, the onslaught of rain and fire abruptly stopped, as if frozen and suspended in front of him.

"Trying this on me?"

Ji Jue raised his head, staring at everything before him, a flame in his eyes that burned brighter than a plague. "You bunch of bastards, you really... don't know what's good for you!"

No matter how many times he sees it, such a scene makes it difficult for him to remain calm and peaceful.

It wasn't just Fei Gong's rage; long before that, the former cursed person named Ji Jue was already furious.

Whether it's Kengen or Kinou, Fernand has only just died, and yet another nonsensical thing has jumped out and created hell right before their eyes!
The craftsman who inherited the Mohist tradition sighed softly, filled with doubt: "How come you beasts are impossible to kill completely?"

No one responded.

Ji Jue didn't care, and he didn't need anyone to answer for him.

Kill them all if you can, and kill them all if you can't!

Kill one if there is one, kill two if there are two! Kill from the Association to the Deep, from the Embers to the Stagnant Rot, and from the Present World to the Vortex!
If we still can't kill them all, then we'll start from the Thousand Islands and move on to the Middle-earth, and then from the Federation to the Empire!
Kill them all, then keep killing!

If there are still more, then keep killing!

Until a world where everyone loves each other and there is no more hell arrives!

To exorcise the root of evil, to eradicate the seeds of oppression and ravage, so that this world may be peaceful and stable, free from the scourge of cruelty and strife!

"Today I will let you wretched creatures learn a lesson."

Ji Jue's voice rang out, overwhelming the raging tide and echoing endlessly within the rift:

"—What is meant by 'non-aggression'!"

In that instant, he raised his palm toward the plague.

Hold on tight.

boom!!!
Tears ceased, and the flames of corpses froze.

The surging, sweeping tide seemed to have crashed into an iron wall, and suddenly collapsed.

A ray of silver light rose from Ji Jue's fingertips, turning into ripples that spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, the charred earth returned to poverty and desolation, and the rift shrouded in gloom and pale light once again revealed a blank sky.

In the midst of the plague, even the hysterical laughter came to a halt, as if roaring in fury, boiling and surging.

Mercury continues to diffuse, its three phases flowing and constantly changing.

It's as if everything has been grasped in one's own hands, and can be controlled at will... The deep-seated distortion is rapidly reversing, and the decadent and corrupt phenomena are returning to purity!

With both hands and ten fingers, we recreate all things in the world!
The process of forging non-aggression begins anew.

To restore everything that has been transformed to its original state!
(End of this chapter)