Above Destiny

Chapter 822 Tragic Works of the Mortal World
Once again, he drew his sword and charged forward.

Once again, destruction, eradication, and slaughter begin, uprooting everything that has become distorted from the earth...

Ji Jue made his choice without hesitation!
kill.

Then, kill again!

Kill them all, then keep killing!

Until everything in front of us is completely burned to ashes, even if everything eventually returns to its original state, as long as I exist for even one more day, this world will not be able to comfortably indulge in this ugly state!

The flames were reignited.

The apocalyptic landscape was once again transformed and recreated. Everything old was burned to ashes, and everything rebuilt fell back into the mire, only to be engulfed in flames once more.

Time seemed to be accelerating, tragedies repeated themselves time and time again, and the end of the world seemed to be coming one after another.

Once! Once! And again!
The endless cycle begins, with no end in sight.

After dozens or even hundreds of cycles, the flames conjured by the craftsmen seemed to dim faintly, as if they were beginning to waver...

When will this killing finally end?

To what extent should the changes end?

How long must we persist before we see results?
When the world inevitably falls into the mire, all they can do is reach out again and again, futilely postponing the end of the world.

But when looking back at everything before me, I can't find the reason for my downfall, nor can I find the final answer.

Only through constant repetition can one gradually become numb.

Until the cycle began anew, amidst the rolling yellow sands, the craftsmen once again raised their heads and looked up at the dim and murky sky.

Above the dome, at the end of endless darkness, a pair of eyes seemed to faintly emerge. With each cycle, they gradually became clearer, contemptuously looking down upon every presumptuous rebel.

It manipulates fate, brings about evil consequences, and brings about destruction.

Under the witness of those eyes, all changes will be led to the worst possible outcome. Countless twists and turns will pile up, and an endless apocalypse will be forged!
No matter how the craftsmen resisted or tried to correct it, this was their destined downfall.

All things perish on their own; nature's cruel handiwork!

"finally……"

Ji Jue murmured in realization, then chuckled softly.

The moment they realized this, an indescribable sense of exhilaration and determination arose in the hearts of the craftsmen, as if they had finally found the direction to move forward.

Let's get back on track!

If ruin is the inevitable outcome, then they will fight against that outcome!

Even if you meticulously plan everything, there will always be a loophole that can be found in the continuous cycle, completely overturning the predetermined outcome!
So Ji Jue drew his sword again.

Once again, they are thrown into the cycle of reincarnation.

Time accelerated once more, the cycle restarted again, and again and again… seemingly without end. The flames extinguished and reignited time and time again.

Since destruction is endless, so too is reconstruction.

Aside from the doomsday prophecy, in the utter silence, Tianlu's brow furrowed more and more, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

In just a few minutes, the loop in the apocalyptic projection had repeated countless times, with anomalies and changes becoming more and more frequent.

In the endless cycle of reincarnation, many unprecedented out-of-control and abnormal phenomena began to appear. Even the cycle itself began to deform and become incomplete, like a sandbox with a flawed rendering. The world was upside down, plants grew in the sea, and sharks flew into the sky...

The world is on the verge of collapse, and doomsday looms.

Even though the world has already collapsed to this extent, the doomsday theory continues to grow, without any sign of wavering, and at an increasingly rapid pace.

In the course of natural evolution, after the craftsmen gradually took away its power, it actually turned around and empowered the craftsmen?!
In that instant, Tianlu closed his eyes, as if he foresaw the changes to come.

I couldn't help but sigh silently.

wrong.

By the time the craftsmen realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

Their alchemy and creation, aided by the apocalypse, have begun to grow by leaps and bounds, exhibiting many unexpected changes and powers.

In fact, not only the creations themselves, but also the creatures themselves, gradually grew stronger with each cycle!
When they wanted to stop, it was too late.

Even, involuntarily!
Driven and controlled by evolution, they are like characters gradually being taken over, striding forward in the direction they have chosen!
This is not the interference of the old man, but part of the doomsday theory!
Evolution and argumentation are never separate.

If this is a casting process, then they are the raw materials thrown into the furnace.

After they verified their own attributes and made all the choices in each cycle of reincarnation, they themselves became part of the alchemy.

There is no way to hide or disguise it, nor is there any room for sophistry or ambiguity.

Only the facts. It will definitely happen this way, it will definitely become like this!

At this moment, when the materials in the furnace presumptuously attempt to overturn the established forging process, and the program running within the system actually challenges the ironclad rules that forged the system, then the final outcome is already predetermined.

Time and again, they struggled in vain, exhausting themselves.

Until the sound of cracking rang out.

boom!!!
Amidst the onslaught of countless materialized corpses, the aged craftsman twitched for a moment, stiffened, and lowered his head to see the gash on his chest.

Beneath the crack, emerald flames surged, like a slowly opening eye.

In the final moment, she only had time to let go and throw the dachshund in her arms into the distance.

"Go, baby, go find someone else, and don't come back."

The dachshund whimpered, turned around, and saw its owner's final, helpless expression.

Despina smiled wearily, her youth faded, her hair turning white.

Immediately afterwards, his flesh and blood burst open, and bones grew out like giant trees. Rolling crimson blood surged out like a tide... In an instant, it engulfed the entire city. Countless pieces of flesh and blood and nerves stretched out to the earth and sky like palms, turning into a giant pillar of flesh and blood that reached the heavens and the earth!
Countless eyes opened and closed atop the giant pillar, devoid of human brilliance, leaving only emptiness and desolation.

Materialization and monstrous transformation!

In the midst of the tragic end, the first craftsman, worn down to nothingness, met his demise.

Then came the second, the third...

The raging flames gradually dimmed and went out, right before everyone's eyes, stinging the eyes of the Heavenly Furnace.

Human power has its limits.

The old man sighed, reaching out to gently stroke the wisps of mournful flames in the distance, and said with pity, "Do you see, Lord Heavenly Furnace? This is the original sin and sorrow of us mortals."

For a strong person like you, it is absolutely impossible to truly understand, let alone have the opportunity to comprehend or comprehend... such pain that leads to death!
This is what is meant by "tragic work"!

The proof of a tragic endeavor lies not in the result, but in the pursuit!
Seeking peace leads to war; seeking survival results in collapse; seeking success leads to destruction; seeking possession results in nothing.

Resentment leads to meeting those one hates, separation from those one loves, and unfulfilled desires...

I couldn't ask for more!

The greatest tragedy in the world is human nature itself!
This is a pain and torment that even the most brilliant and exceptionally talented masters can never comprehend or feel.

The sorrow of being born destined to fall, the powerlessness of being mediocre, the helplessness of pursuing what is destined to be lost, the weariness of seeking a lifetime but lingering in the same place, the grief and indignation of striving with all one's might but being unable to reach the top, the despair of giving everything but achieving nothing!
The tragedies of life are among us.

Just for everyone...

Right now, right before their eyes!

From the very beginning, the old man who made the anvil didn't care about the interference and sabotage of the craftsmen at all. In fact, he cheered and applauded for it, wishing he could welcome them with open arms.

When they enter into apocalypticism, everything is already destined to suffer tragedy, and they even use themselves as fuel to make it even more complete!
Countless craftsmen never imagined that they would be immersed in the creation of the embers, thinking that they could recreate everything and naturally change everything, but they never thought that what would be changed was not only the world, but also themselves!
This is the deep-rooted original sin of the embers!

Arrogance is inevitable, and so is downfall.

They arrogantly and relentlessly entangled themselves with chaos, unaware that they had unknowingly become the source of chaos themselves. They fought monsters for so long that they naturally became monsters themselves!

The transformation of stagnation and decay does not manifest in appearance, but originates from the heart!

When such unwavering devotion leads nowhere, it only leads to ruin. When the mediocre have exhausted all their resources and still cannot take flight, their downfall and decline are already inevitable.

At this moment, amidst the roar, the Holy Fool's Artifact suddenly trembled violently, causing the apocalypse to expand once more, step by step reaching its peak, beginning its final completion!

"—Today, with your transformation of exceptional talents, you bear witness to the endless sorrow and hardship of this mortal world!"

When the truth of tragedy is no longer concealed and truly manifests itself in the end times, the acceleration of time begins to accelerate, and an endless cycle of collapse begins.

Despite the artisans' futile resistance, indifference and contempt only led everything toward despair.

It's like overestimating your abilities and wrestling with the whole world; after countless victories, one careless mistake can lead to total defeat.

The more you change, the more you destroy; the more you seek, the more you lose.

The more you struggle, the deeper you sink into the mire.

Until I myself am completely and unrecognizable!

They don't even need the apocalypse to prove their tragic theories; they are the real proof of the apocalypse!
But at this very moment, in the entire apocalypse, who among all the craftsmen is the one who made the most changes, asked for the most, and struggled the most?

When Jiang Tongguang raised his head in a daze, he saw a pitch-black flame slowly rising from the end of the apocalypse.

Engulf the earth, ignite the sky, and recreate everything!
High in the sky, the eyes of the tragic worker reappeared, looking down with admiration.

Endless mutations and essence poured down, stimulating aberrations and driving materialization, injecting the power from the apocalypse into that perfect vessel, propelling it further, toward higher heights, toward more complete destruction, irreversibly advancing!
Ji Jue!

(End of this chapter)