Above Destiny

Chapter 816 Living a Life of Debauchery
The remaining pages of the Book of Fate are being consumed rapidly!
One sheet after another, as if they were being thrown into a shredder, or even faster...

There's nothing I can do, it's too sinister.

Now, the shadows of the three master craftsmen, representing three generations, are placed together, each more sinister than the last. It's as if three AIs, fully sampled from Beigong's data, are using Beigong's artifacts to torment people in Beigong's workshop...

Except for not being a tragic figure himself, it was almost as if the tragic figure had personally appeared.

To truly understand the depths and changes of an opponent, and to know their strengths and weaknesses, one must risk one's life to test the waters and buy time.

Unfortunately, the time available for rewinding is getting shorter and shorter.

While one could still jump back ten minutes in the darkness, now, inside the workshop, facing the shadow of the tragic worker, only one second remained.

It's not even a second faster.

The remaining pages are almost all gone.

Amidst repeated annihilations and devastating blows, intense turmoil continued to spread, permeating the workshop.

Those three reflections, manifested in the form of the Tragic Craftsman, are essentially the result of countless blessings and creations gathered together, forming the three core modules of the workshop. They utilize the same three divine crafts that the Tragic Craftsman meticulously created for this purpose in the past!

The old man's reflection is the [Hall of Bone Retention], which governs suppression and reduces the effectiveness of all intruders. At the same time, it can forcibly cut off all external assistance to the target at any time, returning them to their original form.

The reflection of middle age is "unfinished work," responsible for deterioration. As long as it exists, it will continuously wear down the durability and status of all creations and beings around it.

The youth's reflection is the [Sword of Always], which is in charge of destruction. When it is weakened to a certain extent by the suppression of the Bone Collection Hall and the deterioration of the unfinished work, or as long as any opportunity is found, it will automatically trigger the killing and eradicate the root of the evil.

These three reflections are specifically designed to target competitors!

In addition, there should have been many workshops to assist them. If the association hadn't destroyed most of them beforehand, they probably wouldn't even have a chance to survive now.

"finally……"

After dying once again, Ji Jue sighed in realization—in the Mirror of Images, the flow of many spiritual substances flashed by and entered his eyes.

Within the insight of the Mirror of Images, countless spiritual substances flowed densely between the three reflections, echoing each other as if they were two sides of the same coin, forming a trinity!
Even if only one remains, the other two, even if they are completely destroyed, can be quickly restored!
boom!
Under the deterioration, Ji Jue's reborn form went out of control again and exploded. The crucial Chun Jun fragment had already burst out and entered Jiang Tongguang's body, bringing the results of the observation.

This completes the final piece of the puzzle.

"……here you go!"

Amidst the raging flames, Jiang Tongguang, nearly reduced to ashes, grinned silently, raised his head, and roared, "Despina!!!"

Despina remained silent, kneeling on the ground, her fate unknown.

The dachshund in his arms suddenly raised its head, howling hoarsely and screaming, freeing itself from its last restraints. In the void, the sword descended, cleaving its head in two from the middle. But then, the two halves of the head rapidly expanded, splitting in two again and again!
Eyes opened from the flesh and blood, only to be torn apart by the cold light of the sword blade.

After being repeatedly destroyed by the Sword of Eternity, the dachshund implanted with the blood of the Hundred-Eyed Giant finally completed its transformation. Instantly, thousands of heads shot out like a torrential rain, their faces covered with scales and armor, blood flames rising, and they opened their mouths and flew towards the three phantoms!

Outbreak completely!

Then, it quickly vanished.

Faced with the afterimage of the Trinity, a mere counterattack is meaningless and poses no obstacle whatsoever.

Under the suppression of the Bone-Collecting Hall, it suddenly stopped, its light speed deteriorated, and it rapidly withered away, finally being completely destroyed and erased by the darkness descended by the Everlasting Sword.

What we gained was but a fleeting moment.

But just as the suppression of external forces in the Hall of Bones dissipated, the sound of tearing paper filled the air. In the blink of an eye, ten pages of the Book of Fate in Jiang Tongguang's hand were burned away, leaving only a few pages at the end.

Forcefully restore all survivors to their full state before entering the Abyss, bringing them back to full health!

Immediately afterward, everyone rushed forward without hesitation!

You only get one chance.

When the opportunity arises, there is not even a moment's hesitation. All you can do is abandon all distracting thoughts, focus on the present, and give your all to fulfill your final duty.

For status, for faction, for legacy, for advancement, for revenge...

Everyone who joins this extermination has a reason more important than their own life, and they will not hesitate to die!

Just like now.

In the group, a trembling, hunched old man clasped his hands together, his eyes beneath the mask gradually becoming empty, his soul extinguished, turning to ashes.

The tattered mask fell from the sky, and countless tiny buds rapidly sprouted from the cracked ground.

Just as a whale falls and all things come to life, the craftsman poured out his life's blood and skill, offering the embers here as a final creation!

In the blink of an eye, countless ephemeral plants sprouted and flourished from the final circle, filling everything within the hall and drawing upon the surrounding matter and spiritual energy to complete their final refinement. From the heavy buds and fruits fell countless tiny crystal beads, each less than a millimeter in size, their crisp echoes rising and falling to the ground, growing louder and louder until they gradually transformed into a roaring tide!

There are no magical effects, nor is there any destruction involved. With each fall and each collision, the tiny crystals vibrate and create afterimages, which then solidify, collide, and split again.

In the blink of an eye, the fine raindrops transformed into towering waves.

Amidst the dachshund's relentless pursuit, the lingering image of the middle-aged man suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment, then paused again, and again!
It's like a video playback error.

When countless creations appeared in the afterimage's perception, the pervasive degradation began to descend. The existence of those crystal beads was too insignificant, so insignificant that it was not worth mentioning, yet their number was too terrifying, so terrifying that even the omnipresent degradation could not be instantly erased.

At the same time, according to the criteria for removing external objects in the Bone-Collecting Hall, this is not considered an external object.

The final creation of a master of the embers, achieved at the cost of his soul and everything, through the transformation of the realm, can almost be regarded as the craftsman himself!
If it were just a puppet, it might be at a loss due to the rigid judgment rules, but how could it be at a loss for the tragic afterimage?

If it cannot be suppressed or deteriorated, then it should be destroyed decisively!
The sword is always fully operational, indiscriminately unleashing destruction!

The tragic afterimage of the young man's face had already raised his palm, and in the palm, the word "always" appeared.

As the destruction system within the workshop, it is like a multi-purpose tool, a super military knife with thirty-six functions in one, possessing all the basic forms of destruction as well as countless advanced variations and applications. Its manifestation in the form of a blade is merely for convenience. If needed, it can be a sword, a gun, an invisible darkness, or even flames, frost, illusions, or even negation and erasure...

But at that moment, right at the edge of the afterimage's perception, at the very back of all the craftsmen, Jiang Tongguang, who had somehow retreated behind everyone, raised the [Book of Destiny] in his hand and waved it slightly.

The scroll, which had been squandered and was nearly empty, slipped from Jiang Tongguang's grasp and fell from the air...

This is the final bait.

This opportunity only comes once!
The judgment mechanism of the sword has made a choice.

Compared to the countless insignificant crystal beads, destroying that ever-obstructing Book of Destiny is a far more crucial task and matter!

Therefore, naturally, the blade turned around.

As the book of destiny was released, it vanished into thin air, leaving no trace. In Jiang Tongguang's hand, however, appeared a weathered, blue wine cup.

"Countless dreams of the past have come to pass, but the night's wine has brought me to a sudden awakening."

A hoarse voice echoed within the magnificent hall. As the wine cup was poured, a ripple of light spread from beneath Jiang Tongguang's feet. Wherever it passed, the ruins seemed to transform into palaces, the broken beams were restored to their original state, and everything that had withered and decayed returned to its former glory and solemnity.

The timeline between Heaven and Man begins here.

Everything seemed to become so beautiful, all the colors became incredibly vibrant and romantic, distant songs drifted to my ears, and I could smell the fresh and sweet fragrance.

It was as if someone had raised a glass in invitation.

Life is full of sorrows, so why not get drunk?
There's no need to drink anymore.

Wine doesn't intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves.

The moment they caught a glimpse of a shimmering ripple, a hint of intoxication seemed to rise in the empty eyes of the three afterimages, and their lips curled up slightly, immersed in joy.

What I perceive is an unprecedented lightness, what I recall are past events that do not belong to me, and what I feel is an uncontrollable love and hate!
As they say, a life of debauchery and decadence!

When everything was in a state of intoxication and stagnation, Jiang Tongguang's eyes finally lit up, and the smile that had always been tinged with drunkenness and nonchalance disappeared.

Upon waking from a long drunken stupor, what surges forth is the accumulated bitterness, hatred, and madness of a lifetime!

Once again, I recalled the past that I would rather hide in drunkenness and long dreams to escape forever than face it.

The pain of losing everything, the despair of being betrayed, and even the vision of utterly destroying everything he had.

Endless infighting among fellow disciples: killing teachers, senior brothers, junior sisters, and students!

First one, then another, then the next one... If once isn't enough, do it again; if twice isn't enough, do it three times. Kill them all, leave no one alive!
Only in this way can their innocence be preserved, and only in this way can their remaining dignity as craftsmen be restored.

Even if it gets my hands dirty, even if I'm never free in this lifetime...

No one else but myself can do it!
It's okay, leave it to me.

Everyone, please die in peace...

When he raised his wine cup once more, pouring out the bitter wine brewed from a lifetime of love and hate, all that remained in the cup was a wisp of pale white, sublimated from countless bitterness and madness.

Use this as a sword to cut through the deepest abyss!
In the instant a pale wisp of light swept past, Jiang Tongguang appeared behind the boy. The afterimage's face froze for a moment, twitching slightly, as if waking from a dream.

Anything that can no longer be controlled will vanish into thin air!
Then, the unstoppable shattering began.

(End of this chapter)