Above Destiny

Chapter 818 It's alright
Dead silence.

Jiang Tongguang staggered forward, panting, staring intently at the enemy before him.

The corpses remained silent, their silence unbroken. Only Jiang Tongguang's expression shifted from shock to confusion, then to rage and madness.

He risked his life and exhausted all his resources, compromising with other council members time and time again in order to make his fourth incursion into the Deep Abyss, until he was unrecognizable and reduced to a state that even he himself despised.

Driven by his own desire for revenge, he was willing to send all the talented members of the association to their deaths, and he exhausted all his strength to come here.

He wanted to fulfill his mission, even if it meant dying.

But now, when he pushed open the last door, he didn't see his enemy.

The enemy is already dead.

died.

How the hell could you die?!

Stand up! Immediately, right now!

He covered his face and roared silently.

For a moment, he almost went mad in his wavering, and in his madness, he completely lost control. But in the end, what saved him from the brink of disaster was the hypocrisy he had been disgusted with all these years, and even Gustav's last words before his departure.

Even if there's only one left, that would be fine.

In the final moments before saying goodbye, the lonely chairman softly pleaded, "Please bring them back if you can."

So he lowered his head and looked at the corpse in front of him once again.

Give your full attention.

It was confirmed that this was indeed the body of the tragic worker. The aura and marks were identical to those of the tragic worker, and even the wound on his chest left by the plow maker was the same as the one recorded in the association.

he died?
But that's not right!

After regaining his composure, Jiang Tongguang shook his head decisively, "Something's not right!"

The death of a commoner is nothing more than a burst of anger and bloodshed, but the death of an emperor can bring chaos to the world and cause rivers of blood to flow.

Life and the weight of life are never the same.

Unlike the detached Kengen, Beigong is a demon of sin deeply bound to stagnation and corruption, and can almost be regarded as an extension of stagnation and corruption.

If the tragic worker dies, the decaying will suffer irreparable loss and devastation, causing violent turmoil in the vortex. Not to mention whether the embers will be aware of it, all the observation agencies in the world will probably be able to see the waves stirred up by the death.

Whether or not all things are born from this, the commotion of a whale falling could never be so hidden.

But now, in front of him, Beigong was nothing more than a dried-up corpse.

An empty shell?!
When he reached the back of the corpse, what he saw was that small crack, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, something breaking free from its body...

In that instant, the truth came to light.

"Objectification?!"

The moment the door was opened, the long-awaited turmoil finally erupted from beneath the vortex, spreading and blowing in all directions. The bad news reached everyone's ears amidst the collision and shock between the supreme good and the great evil.

The dice cup was finally uncovered.

But there were no dice inside.

There was only one body!
"...You killed him?"

High above, the Heavenly Furnace looked down at the Anvil Elder, who seemed to be on his deathbed, and couldn't help but want to applaud and praise him, and even more so, couldn't help but want to laugh.

You can actually do that?

As expected of you!

"Isn't this all thanks to you all?"

The old man didn't care at all: "We are both craftsmen, both belonging to the same corrupt system. I can't just stand by and watch him suffer without achieving anything."

In a way, Beigong should have died long ago, under the siege of the three grandmasters last time... But the last straw that broke the camel's back was not the serious injury that was difficult to heal, but the old man hiding behind the scenes.

It doesn't even require much effort; with just a gentle push, the master craftsmen, who were already deeply mired in materialism and struggling to continue, would fall off the cliff and be completely assimilated by stagnation and corruption.

To conceal the tragic death of the worker, the old man spared no effort in creating the door that sealed the black box, forever sealing everything behind the door in darkness.

As long as the door remains unopened, no one will ever know.

For many years, Bei Gong has been plagued by serious injuries and lived a secluded life, never appearing in public. Yet, the steady aura and subtle changes between his appearances convinced everyone of his existence.

His faction was gradually swallowed up by the Old Man of the Anvil, and everything he owned was slowly taken over by the Old Man of the Anvil, until finally...

"As expected of you, old tortoise."

In a moment of sudden realization, Tianlu couldn't help but burst into laughter, leaning forward and backward. Ignoring the distinction between friend and foe, he almost applauded this meticulously planned scheme that had allowed for such a long period of infiltration and patience!

It's not just the gradual decline and insidious influence of the association among the thousands of islands; the old man has been preparing for this day for countless years!

Never act without absolute certainty; remain patient and bide your time without unwavering confidence in success. Wait for the opportune moment, for the forces of heaven and earth to unite, for all things to transform and come to their full potential!
When he finally stood on the stage, victory was already in his grasp.

Even now, he has never been proud or arrogant. No matter how Tianlu provokes him, he will never give this junior any chance to threaten him and will simply swallow his pride.

So, only one question remains... The body of the tragic worker was thrown into the workshop and hidden in a black box behind the door. So, where did the tragic worker's life's achievements and stagnant essence, his soul, and the monstrous things that were formed after his physical transformation go?
And where is it?

No answer is needed.

The Heavenly Furnace lowered its gaze, looking down.

This is the answer.

Right under everyone's noses, right in that pillar of ruin!

boom!!!
The sea and sky trembled, and amidst endless lamentations, deafening roars continued.

The pillar of depravity, which served as a disguise and cover, collapsed with a deafening roar. Within the shattered stone pillar, something hidden deep within had already silently begun to sprout...

Countless fragments and monstrous creations spread out in all directions like giant trees. After the layers of disguise were peeled away, a magnificent and boundless raging tide of azure flames soared into the sky!

From the very beginning, the Pillar of Demise did not need a second master craftsman to maintain it. The tragic creation buried within it was the best seed. With just a little water, it could take root, sprout, and grow luxuriantly.

This was a sacrifice, a forging.

Through the submersion of the four seas, the tragic creation that rises from beneath the vortex is embraced. Through the profound decision of the embers, good and evil are transformed, and the tragic creation hidden within is gradually transformed from the stagnant and corrupt creation into the embers.

Using the artisans of the deep as the price and materials, the association's counterattack as the flame, and one's own thoughts as the anvil, we will recreate the tragic work!
In response, the old man bowed his head, cupped his hands and bowed to the Heavenly Furnace to express his gratitude: "I would also like to thank the members of the Association for turning misfortune into good, and for washing away the last layer of rust and dust from my destiny."

"is it?"

Tianlu nodded: "Then kowtow to me."

"I will if necessary."

The old man did not hesitate, nor did he show any emotion: "I'd rather know how my skill is viewed by the current masters of the furnace?"

"The idea is good, the skills are good, and the preparations are complete, but the approach is too sinister."

Tianlu glanced at it and saw through it all: "A tool for the foolish? If someone can figure out something like this, it's no use having any expert in your family."

The tragic work buried deep in this moment of despair is undoubtedly already dead.

Complete objectification means the self has long since vanished without a trace, leaving no wisdom or instinct whatsoever.

But for Shangshan and Danie, he is undoubtedly still alive. Under the skillful hands of the old man, his time and obsession, the fortune and ideals he pursued throughout his life, remain intact.

Even better than before!

The mortal world is the furnace, and nature is the craftsman.

The tragic hero, through his own death, ultimately achieved greatness... the final tragic hero!

Amidst the violent collapse and tremors, the Pillar of Depravity gradually crumbled, like a worthless eggshell, finally revealing the monstrous creations within.

It's like countless curled and intertwined fingers kneading together, constantly changing, the arms that have gathered together contract inward, turning into a vortex, hanging high between the sea and the sky.

Tears fell from the sky like a torrential rain, turning the ocean crimson in their reflection, like blood, from which countless deformed limbs rose and fell.

A phantom light rose from it, spread out, and projected the apocalyptic scene onto the earth!

That is……

—【Doomsday Theory】!
Through this opening created by the transformation of good and evil, the old man of the cleaver integrated the essence of great evil into supreme good, and even more.

He wants to elevate the tragic work after its materialization to the position of sage and dragon, completely breaking the separation between the vortex and the present world, and creating a new saintly fool!
Sacrificing the fall of the four seas, upholding the tragic work, and through the transformation of good and evil in the lingering embers, integrating it into the present world!

Furthermore, using this as leverage and deterrence, through the balance constructed by the current shift between good and evil, they threaten everyone, making them hesitant to interfere.

Otherwise, once the balance between good and evil is broken by external forces, the resulting chain reaction could create a huge gap between the real world and the vortex!
Once the creation of tragedy becomes a dragon in this world, it will be omnipresent from then on!

The old man who controls the tragic craftsmanship behind the scenes will also rise to the top as a result, and the fate of every craftsman will be led to stagnation and decay under the interference of the theory of tragic craftsmanship!
By making seemingly insignificant changes, one can lead all changes to disastrous consequences, like a sword hanging overhead, its mere restraint enough to create a terrifying deterrent.

Perhaps he cannot help craftsmen achieve anything, but sadly, with craftsmen in hand, he can prevent anyone from succeeding!
Now, right before everyone's eyes, only the final step remains...

May all of this, this doomsday that has been conceived, be thoroughly engraved with the highest good and the greatest evil, and written into the destiny!
The truth will come out when the truth is revealed, and the dagger will be exposed when the map is unrolled.

The old man remained silent, gazing at everything.

The most dangerous moment has arrived.

He was fully aware of the immense pressure and threat posed by the world's greatest craftsman, and even by the most powerful furnace in history. Therefore, he was completely focused, as if facing a formidable enemy.

But the furnace remained still.

As if finally understanding, he let out a soft sigh.

"Fortunately."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said from the bottom of his heart, "It's not too bad."

(End of this chapter)