Above Destiny

Chapter 820 Proof of the End Times
The world is dark and gloomy, the sea and sky are silent.

The artifact of the saintly fool rose from the ruins of the tragic worker, its bizarre form still constantly changing.

Each curled finger seemed to be pulling countless threads, weaving, intertwining, unfolding a scroll called Doomsday, laying the foundation for the future of the present world.

This conclusion is testified to the tragic fate of a lifetime of hard work!
Between the sea and the sky, the apocalyptic scene and the present world reflect each other, growing and completing each other rapidly.

The entire world seemed to be subtly turbulent, with a hint of illusion and uncertainty. Although everything before one's eyes was no different from the past, one inexplicably felt that something was gradually changing.

What is an illusion and confusion that is incomprehensible to ordinary people is a turbulent sea that becomes more and more obvious the higher the chosen ones go.

The conflict and entanglement between the highest good and the greatest evil has disrupted the stable state between the past and the future, and a new color has emerged in the intricate tapestry woven from countless pasts and countless futures.

Fate has its own set of influences.

A massive vortex is forming between the sea and the sky, subtly radiating throughout the present world, causing all eyes to turn in astonishment, react, and even attempt to intervene!

A sharp, screeching sound suddenly erupted.

A thunderclap swept across the sky and then vanished without a trace.

Tianlu waved his hand, as if he were slapping something open.

Behind him, faint outlines of chains emerged from the void, intertwining like a net, their origins and destinations unknown, enveloping the entire mortal world.

All those who tried to interfere were kept out.

"What the hell? Where's the Heavenly Furnace?"

"Did the Taiyi Ring go wrong?"

"This does not match the conditions you originally promised."

"Your locksmith's authorization is not for you to abuse!"

In the void, anxious inquiries and bewildered questions came like a tide, only to be casually deflected by the Heavenly Furnace: "What's the rush? Nothing has happened yet."

The situation hasn't deteriorated that much yet. Watch what I do!

He said, "I will take full responsibility for all the consequences."

Countless illusory lights of supreme goodness rose in the sky, like pairs of eyes looking down. Amidst the flow of countless thoughts and consciousnesses, they held their breath and gazed intently at the changes between the sea and the sky, awaiting the outcome.

Witness the power struggle between the modern furnace and the anvil.

As the world descends into chaos, the artifact of the saint and the fool has gradually revealed its true nature, beginning to rise and striving towards the ranks of saints and dragons.

With the emergence and writing of doomsday theories, the balance of power has changed.

The Embers are not like the Desolate Ruins or those guys from the Entropy System, where you can just use your strength to make bricks fly. To write a predetermined future into the present world involves far too many aspects.

Whether the instrument of the wise fool is perfected or not depends on this [proof]!
Just like publishing a paper in a top journal, the theories involved, the data required, the experiments conducted, and even the results obtained must be flawless and able to withstand any questioning and denial.

Only something as stable and certain as truth itself can become part of truth.

A public experiment, prepared and completed on-site, yielding a predetermined result within the projection of doomsday theories... Most importantly, such a meticulous creation cannot tolerate any interference!

If the death of Beigong had not been exposed, with the end of the process of the stagnation of the embers, the old man's secret plan might have actually succeeded.

Unfortunately, reality never offers "what ifs".

The course of destiny never changes according to human will, and the cruelty of the embers never favors either side.

Even the Heavenly Furnace, which is closest to the realm of total control, will still fall into a passive position due to the subtle accumulation and impetus from the Anvil Elder.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the old man's years of planning and influence that, after all the changes, the association became wary, giving rise to this stab that reversed the situation, allowing Tianlu to seize the opportunity to turn the tide.

Countless causes and effects intertwine, and various reasons become entangled. The change of destiny manifests between the two, and the success or failure of the Sacred Artifact has already taken an unexpected turn under the pull of the two sides.

Centuries of lying low, patiently waiting, had accumulated enough advantages to secure victory. However, the interference of the Heavenly Furnace has brought new variables into the already predetermined doomsday, plunging the once clear situation into chaos once more...

Are you in a hurry?

Tianlu asked the old man with curiosity, admiring his expression, with a half-smile: "I advise you not to rush, rushing won't help... What's that saying again?"

The embers are ravaging, showing no mercy to the mediocre... You were just sitting there doing well, why did you have to get involved in this crossover? See, you've crashed and burned!"

The old man remained indifferent, ignoring everything, his face expressionless from beginning to end, showing neither surprise nor joy.

It seemed as if he remained calm and composed, neither surprised nor impatient.

Is it an act? Or is it real?
It doesn't matter anymore.

This is truly a one-time purchase with no room for regret!

In the forging of this sacred and foolish instrument, compared to the truly dominant Anvil, the intervention that the Heavenly Furnace, as a later entrant, could exert was far too insignificant.

But he didn't actually need to do anything.

As long as it exists, it's in the way enough!
Perhaps he can't do anything in this process of refinement, but he can also make nothing happen. Just as Ye Xian once taught Ji Jue, it is certainly a skill to do things well as a matter of course, but it is equally rare to have the ability to make things go wrong as a matter of course!

Now that the two sides are mutually restraining and hindering each other, the Old Man of the Anvil has no way to interfere with the forging of the Sacred Fool's Weapon... or rather, he cannot do so!

The more you do, the more mistakes you make, and the more tricks Tianlu can pull, creating more messes for the company.

The optimal solution is to do nothing, completely isolate the Heavenly Furnace from interference, and let it evolve according to its original foundation, allowing everything to transform and form on its own.

He is still 90% confident!
The crucial point is that the furnace has already spilled a huge amount of bad luck into its pot...

When windshield washer fluid was added to the engine, a handful of coins were spilled inside, and a whole host of unexpected problems arose in the carefully prepared experiment.

As a result, no one knows whether the theory of the end times of tragic labor can still hold true.

At that moment, Ji Jue raised his head and saw a dark and gloomy world. Under the leaden sky, in the vast yellow sand, heaven and earth seemed to be mourning.

Strange towers and endless ruins filled the land, stretching in all directions.

The terrifying heat, brought on by the approaching scorching sun, poured down upon the earth, turning the world into a furnace. And when the sun moved away, the biting frost froze everything.

Everything that has fallen into depravity and distortion, and the irreversible destruction, is imminent.

In the sky, eerie birds swooped past, casting sharp shadows on the earth. On the wasteland, strange, wriggling plants grew and took root in the ground.

Not far away, a mass of what looked like mud crawled silently by, fleeing in terror.

Ji Jue heard the sound of churning yellow sand, the ground trembled slightly, and the monster hidden in the sand pounced out, baring its fangs at him.

Then, it was swept away in one swift motion, cut in half, and fell to the ground, emitting painful hiss and howls, with dark green blood gushing out.

It is alive.

It was like a snake covered in armor, with vestigial limbs, its head covered with countless compound eyes, and its open mouth filled with earthworm-like fangs... Even though it was cut in half, it continued to writhe on the ground, opening its mouth and futilely gnawing.

He was trampled underfoot by Ji Jue.

He should have just crushed it into mud, but in that instant, his movements suddenly stopped, and he froze for a moment.

He lowered his head once more to look at the menacing monster.

That's not a monster...

"……people?"

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, reached out, and pressed his hand on that hungry and ferocious face, feeling the structure of the body and the distorted soul. His expression gradually darkened.

Even though they have long been unrecognizable and have been completely distorted through generations of objectification, their original appearance can still be glimpsed.

That was a person, and once was.

Not just it, but also the grotesque birds screaming in the sky, the rotting, mating mud in the shadows not far away, and even the plants rooted to the earth writhing around it…

It's packed with people!

boom!!!
Amidst the deafening roar, the distant, sharp tower shuddered violently, and serpentine tentacles extended from it, pulling at the mutated birds flying by, swallowing them whole, and chewing them with relish.

We are all human beings.

Amidst the roar, above the clouds, one after another, the legs that resembled giant pillars slowly descended, casting enormous shadows on the dark outlines above the clouds as they swayed past.

On its enormous body, hundreds of distorted faces were immersed in a bubble of happiness, singing loudly. The sharp songs and shouts echoed in Ji Jue's ears.

It's already beyond saving.

Ji Jue closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I finally understand what the end of the world truly means...

In that instant, not only him, but all the artisans who had been thrown into the apocalypse experienced the same realization when the vision of hell appeared before their eyes.

Forget about plot and world-building, and stop lecturing me about introductions and stories.

I have absolutely no interest in what's happening here; all I know is that the time for a massacre has come!
Ji Jue drew his sword expressionlessly and slashed down without any further hesitation.

All of you! Give! To! Me! Death!
And so, the flames were lit.

Between the sea and the sky, amidst the gloomy and obscure apocalyptic scene, tiny sparks suddenly rise up, like fireflies in the long night, recklessly challenging the world and the end of the world before them.

In less than a few minutes, clusters of sparks rapidly expanded, gradually becoming violent, surging and spreading, like a torrent raging through the dark hell.

In the hands of the craftsmen, the wrath of the embers finally descended, and everything was utterly destroyed.

Burn away all the decaying, rotten earth, making it impossible for the end times to come to pass.

Remove all distortions and materializations, and utterly trample the so-called tragic works of creation underfoot!

(End of this chapter)