Above Destiny

Chapter 815 Unfinished Things
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The crucial moment had come to Ji Jue's hands, and Ji Jue unleashed his full power—five consecutive layers of tremors were completed in one fell swoop, each one stronger than the last!

After exhausting all his strength to expand his body's carrying capacity in the association's workshop, he then almost self-harmed to squeeze out all of that carrying capacity, even at the cost of completely destroying his entire hand. It was not just going all out, but an absolute super-level burst of energy!

The problem is... is it even useful?

Maybe it is, but you can't tell at all!
A master craftsman is a master craftsman after all. Even though the workshop is currently frozen and constrained, unable to adapt to the situation, it still possesses a terrifyingly solid defense.

Purely in terms of the hardness of the tortoise shell, it can be said to be the hardest in the deepest part of the world!
Jing Zhen's impact was like waves, bursting forth from Ji Jue's hands and spreading in all directions.

It appears magnificent and violent, but in reality, it is completely blocked by an invisible barrier that appears out of nowhere.

The essence of the Dissociation Technique lies in the transmission of power through one's own spiritual essence, flowing within matter. Adhering to the sword principle of penetrating the space between the thin and the thick among the nine forms, it specifically targets and destroys the enemy's weak points.

It's like directional blasting of a building's load-bearing beam, bypassing the hardest outer layer of defense to directly damage the internal organs, or kicking the good leg of a cripple from a different angle.

It's vicious and highly effective; everyone who's tried it says it's great.

But the prerequisite is that you have to be able to touch it!

But now, the workshop's spontaneous spiritual protection does not allow him to have any physical contact with the workshop!
After the five spiritual transformations of Pan Ying, Chun Jun, Zhan Lu, Ju Que, and Chi Xiao overlapped, five tremors erupted, barely managing to carve a fleeting crack in the outer layer of protection.

Ji Jue's hand had completely exploded, dissolved, and evaporated; there was no hand left to speak of...

But who says you can't use the Disintegration Technique if you don't have hands?

Amidst the burst of intense light, Ji Jue laughed silently as countless fragments peeled off his arm, the sharp edges of which were as sharp as swords, piercing straight towards the workshop before him!

Jing Zhen!

boom!!!
In the instant of the collision, Ji Jue's arm was the first to break apart.

It had none of its usual indestructible effect; it was as if a sword had been cleaved in the head of a speeding vehicle, demonstrating the terrifying power of a master craftsman's creation!
Even a master craftsman has a place to start, but now, he felt like he had bitten into an iron mountain, breaking all his teeth.

When he came to his senses, he was sent flying backward, half of his body exploding. He sacrificed half of his body as a buffer layer to absorb all the recoil.

Despite exerting all his strength, he only managed to carve a tiny crack in the outer shell of the workshop. So small, it disappeared immediately as the crack healed and repaired itself.

A tiny anthill on a thousand-mile-long dike.

But at this moment, the defense was finally broken, no matter how small.

"Well done, kid!"

A figure sighed and brushed past him, completely ignoring the heavily injured Ji Jue. Holding a thin gray needle in both hands, the figure precisely and accurately pierced through the small crack.

In an instant, the half of his body holding the needle disappeared.

In his reborn form, he transformed into a fluid, flowing into the workshop through the circle of condensed gray needles, extracting the spiritual essence within, and spreading explosively like a virus, rapidly replicating and multiplying.

However, this time, what is desired is no longer invasion and usurpation, but the most thorough destruction, even if it means... detonating oneself!
A faint, muffled thud.

The craftsman holding the needle staggered backward, fell, and was dragged aside. Right before everyone's eyes, a crack rapidly spread, already reaching more than half a person's height.

Immediately afterwards, a third person rushed forward, as if electrocuted or burned, and threw the black box that had appeared in his hand into the gap before turning around and running away.

Someone in the group had already held up a white umbrella, shielding everyone's heads.

What happened next was beyond Ji Jue's perception, because his eyes were burned to molten lead the moment they caught sight of the gushing light.

It is only one ten-thousandth of the aftershock that is transformed into light and heat.

Outside the umbrella, everything seemed to have become an illusion; the void of darkness had become a cheap screen, filled with countless noises.

Amidst the cacophony of noise, the outline of the inverted pyramid constantly shifts, flickers, and distorts, momentarily crumbling, only to be perfectly intact again in the next instant. It appears as if it has just been charred and melted, only to be restored to its original state once more.

If explosions are art, then what is happening right now in the deepest, sealed-off Garden of Sorrow is a one-of-a-kind art exhibition, a free giveaway—you'll be spoiled for choice!
There are no locks outside of this world!
Countless destructive eruptions occurred in the blink of an eye, triggering and destroying the pre-set defenses within a vast number of workshops.

All the destruction was perfectly concentrated in a spherical space, without even a trace of leakage. Instead, as they squeezed and overlapped each other, they endlessly released this destructive power inward.

As the white umbrella burned to ashes in the flames, the destruction came to a precise and abrupt end, leaving not even a trace in the air, only a workshop riddled with cracks and on the verge of collapse.

It still remains, it still stands, even though it seems like it will fall apart at any moment.

There was no time left to hesitate or waver.

The craftsmen have already broken in.

Just like the joyful relatives during the holidays, they come to convey the association's greetings to the lonely elderly living alone, carrying loads of rice, flour, cooking oil, and various gifts!
In the deathly silent workshop, there were no more unpredictable changes; most of the functions had lost their responsiveness due to the impact of destruction.

Devastating!

Everything in sight was an endless wasteland; countless structures had been burned to ashes in the brutal destruction, and gardens had been reduced to ash.

Most areas have been affected by the destruction, and some have even been completely annihilated, triggering the chaotic backflow and erosion from beneath the vortex, which rapidly mutates and dissolves.

Ji Jue saw it all, but he didn't even have time to feel heartache.

There wasn't even a moment to reach out and touch it again; time was short and every second counted.

They didn't stop even for a moment along the way, squandering the creations provided by the association. To ensure their own condition, they even made the rare and precious craftsmanship run in a self-destructive manner, treating it as a disposable consumable.

Destroy, burn, freeze, erase...

With so many creations at our disposal, our mere laborers are nothing to fear!

That's how it should be said, but unfortunately, without realizing it, Ji Jue has already found himself in dire straits!
At first, it was just a faint, barely perceptible sound, but it gradually became clearer, and eventually, even walking became shaky, with constant noises and cracking sounds all over the body.

Gears and pipes rub against each other, joints and fascia begin to fight each other, and conflicts begin to occur in the transmission of spiritual signals.

Even more surprisingly, as I walked, a mechanical finger detached from my palm, dragging two spiritual wires along with it. My vision blurred, and my eyeballs suddenly exploded.

Even though the Three-Phase Refinement was constantly being repaired, new problems would always arise as soon as they were repaired, one after another, causing Ji Jue to start sweating.

Even though the workshop was in ruins, it was ultimately created by the tragic worker. His changes had already covered everything in every aspect. Even if he did nothing, he naturally distorted or reshaped everything inside.

He regards all creation under heaven as unfinished work, unfinished creation, and incomplete things; all things are flawed, all things are broken, and even all things grieve!
For Bei Gong, this is as simple as breathing...

——[Deterioration]!
Once something is identified as an enemy, everything that doesn't belong to the workshop will naturally and imperceptibly undergo deterioration, seemingly as if it were the only natural course of action.

Outwardly, this manifests as a reduction in grade, durability, and stats...

It's like jumping into a toxic swamp; even breathing depletes your health.

Even the most exquisite craftsmanship will wear down and be reduced to a mortal object after prolonged use. Not to mention the reduction in grade, even a tiny tolerance in the two key parts of the transmission structure would be enough to paralyze Ji Jue on the spot.

It is a natural counter to its own reborn form, which relies on a precise structure for existence!
The deeper one goes, the more terrifying the rate of deterioration becomes. In the end, one has to constantly maintain one's integrity, otherwise, under the crazy deterioration, Ji Jue will explode! Despina, holding a dachshund, watched as the dachshund in her arms vomited continuously, expelling pieces of rotten internal organs and bones, and was on the verge of death.

Her body seemed to be shedding its skin, with patches of skin peeling off, and dense wrinkles crawling up her neck and spreading beneath the mask, making it hard to imagine what she looked like now.

The acrid smell spread from the group. Some people walked along, and sticky flames burned through their skin and shot out. Others staggered, their bodies covered with cracks.

Degradation is everywhere, and the higher the rank, the more severe the degradation.

It's like recklessly attempting to climb a dangerous peak. Endless wind and snow assault your face, causing immense pain and suffering. You stumble and fall with every step. In the throes of your ambition to climb, an ant is ultimately just an ant.

The perilous peak remained silent from beginning to end.

The workshop didn't even intentionally target these outsiders; from the beginning until now, everything has been a spontaneous counterattack by the workshop's layout.

While they are going through a life-or-death struggle here, the tragic worker himself might still be fast asleep.

There is a one-in-three chance that the old wounds of the tragic worker have not yet healed, and the wound of "mutual assistance" left by the plow maker is still engraved in his consciousness, making it difficult to mobilize his full strength. He can only choose the lesser of two evils and endure it for the time being.

There's a one in three chance that the Sorrowful Worker is focused on maintaining the Pillar of Decay. With the ongoing turmoil of decaying embers in the present world, the impact of the clock tower continues unabated, leaving him no time for anything else.

There's a one-in-three chance... The villain simply doesn't care about these tiny insects. He'll leave them alone and wait for them to come to him before crushing them!

There's even a one-in-three chance they're all wrong!

Even if the idea of ​​'one-third' having 'four' is absurd, the so-called masters and craftsmen can be said to be part of the highest good and the greatest evil. They are the ideal form and pinnacle of craftsmen, the omnipotent manifestation in the literal sense, people who can turn the impossible into the possible!
No matter how much it expands in magnitude, no matter how bad its own condition is, an infinite part is still infinite.

Even with all their creations and the finest craftsmanship, they are still insignificant compared to the work of tragedy.

To succeed, they must abandon all wishful thinking and execute the association's plan at all costs—each of them is a expendable resource, and no one is irreplaceable. There is only one truly indispensable person in the entire team, and that is the team leader, Jiang Tongguang!
Everything they did was to ensure that Jiang Tongguang could truly stand before Bei Gong and bring him within ten steps of Bei Gong.

But how much longer is this road?
Did we really win?

In the midst of endless torment, the moment this thought surfaced in Ji Jue's mind, he was terrified and almost stunned—unconsciously, his resolve had begun to waver, and he even began to subjectively emphasize to himself the terror and power of the Grandmaster!

Even when facing Kengen, he, as an apprentice, dared to risk his life without any scruples. But now, he actually started to hesitate and consider the probability of success and his own value.
Deterioration!

The deterioration continued, and even became stronger and more difficult to detect, subtly infecting his consciousness, shaking his resolve, and eroding his fighting spirit!
No, is this stagnation or the end of the dynasty?!

I can't understand it at all.

But I'm already a master, so how could I be so far from becoming a grandmaster?
The strongest craftsman below the Grandmaster level in the past, Zhonglou Lilin, once reached the Dragon Realm, but he could not be called a Grandmaster. On the other hand, the Plow Maker won this title when he became a Celestial. Is the difference in talent so great? Is the cruelty of the Embers really this severe?

From this perspective, it seems that stagnation and corruption are actually more lucrative...

Confusion, horror, hesitation and bewilderment kept rising in his heart, making him gradually lose his mind and unable to control himself. Chun Jun's sword claps pierced his soul, finally making him wake up and realize the bone-chilling cold coming from the wolf's senses!

It felt like falling into an ice cave!

Ji Jue suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

Before he could finish speaking, a crack appeared on his face, followed by straight cracks spreading throughout his limbs and bones. A sharp blade that appeared out of thin air nimbly grazed his neck and vanished without a trace.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

In an instant, everyone in the team was shredded to pieces!

The sound of tearing paper rang out, and the pages of the book vanished into thin air in Jiang Tongguang's hands, as if erasing the future plot, bringing everyone back to their senses from their astonishment.

This time, it was just a second ago!

A second is enough for people to realize what has happened, hold their breath, and concentrate. Ji Jue, who had rushed to the front again, felt his hair stand on end and suddenly dodged.

A sword blade appeared out of nowhere, grazing his neck like a hot knife through wax, cutting through layers of defense and severing everything. Unfortunately…

They were just one step away.

Under the wolf's perception, every trace of malice is revealed.

A near-certain death, just missed each other.

"Ok?"

A questioning voice rose from the darkness, and the silhouette of a sword-wielding figure vaguely emerged. The young face lifted slightly, as if in surprise.

You actually dodged it?

In his hand, a 'weapon' that was neither here nor there, or even whose existence was uncertain, appeared for a fleeting moment.

Without beginning or end, without form or appearance, the Heavenly Craftsmanship - [The Sword of Origin] - only suddenly appears on the enemy's vital points at the moment of action, bringing inevitable destruction!
But now, the key is no longer the divine craftsmanship itself, but the person who holds it.

Everyone instinctively widened their eyes and forgot to breathe.

——Yousu Zongjiang·Sad Work! ! !
Upon realizing it, Jiang Tongguang instinctively shuddered, but he forcibly restrained himself and focused intently on the enemy in front of him.

Something is wrong!
The craftsman, who looked like a young boy, stepped out of the darkness and gazed at the intruders. He showed no anger or displeasure, but rather regret and pity.

Looking down from their high vantage point at the ignorant fools.

That disgusting expression was indeed that of Bei Gong, but when did Bei Gong ever look so young?!

Immediately afterwards, a weathered middle-aged man emerged from behind the boy, unarmed, his eyes filled with weariness and emptiness, surrounded by countless phantoms.

The last one to emerge was a hunched old man, seemingly on his deathbed, yet his mere presence made the entire workshop seem to come alive, as if reborn!
A boy, a middle-aged man, and an old man—three completely different figures, yet they all share the same aura.

Three tragic events!

That wasn't a tragic work; rather, it wasn't a complete tragic work...

By extracting their own history and records, and using their own life experiences as material, they recreate three reflections condensed from their past.

The Shadow of Tragedy!

Compared to the tragic workshop itself, these three reflections are merely puppets given tasks and responsibilities, serving as the last line of defense to protect the workshop.

In a moment of shock and disbelief, Ji Jue finally came to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief.

The good news is that it's just a reflection after all, and it's not beyond comprehension yet. It has a health bar, so it can be killed!

As for the bad news, there's only one...

We can't beat them!
One minute later, the sound of paper being torn rang out!
Soon, the sound of paper being torn a second time rang out, and then a third time...

(End of this chapter)