Above Destiny

Chapter 823 The End of the Cycle
All things transform themselves.

Through countless cycles of destruction and correction, the most suitable vessel has emerged amidst numerous entanglements, and rightfully, it has gained the favor and blessing of the tragic principle.

Even Ji Jue himself couldn't stop it.

Consciousness becomes hazy, one falls into a daze, and even the self is controlled and manipulated by obsession.

The hardest thing for a person to face is themselves, that true self, the self that even they never expected, the self that is countless times stronger than themselves!

Tragic fate has led me to utter ruin.

Amidst this inevitable change, Ji Jue, completely out of control, instinctively followed his own desires and began to reshape everything once again.

But when he truly used this power to sever all possibilities of mischief and mutation, what he created was a silent world where no more changes or variables existed.

A world that has been killed.

The sky is empty, the earth is barren, and amidst the countless iron lights flowing through the mortal world, everything seems frozen. Countless machines and massive structures converge and transform into a city that covers everything.

In the cycle of the three phases, all materiality and spirituality are thoroughly drained and extracted, then reshaped into an indestructible form. All living beings are under his control, becoming puppet-like creations, devoid of any freedom or future. All that remains are steel bodies housing souls, endlessly toiling and repeating the cycle.

The apocalypse was averted; an eternal break was broken.

Instead, a brand new apocalypse is on!
Driven by this obsession, the process of refining the three phases continued... expanding and spreading, once again drawing all things in the world into a new process of refinement!

Something seems not quite right.

In a daze, he struggled to think, but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Everything transforms itself naturally, and everything is as it should be, isn't it? If that's the case, then what is there to worry about?

Let's keep going, let's keep moving forward.

Just a little bit more!
Just one last step away, my most important creation is about to be completed!
"Stop, Ji Jue!"

Jiang Tongguang roared, "You're about to lose control!"

When the surviving craftsmen, under the pressure of the tragic fate of their work, poured all their energy into the temple he had created, it was already too late.

Even the most intoxicating wine could no longer sway him.

In fact, it did not cause any interference.

boom!!!
The mere natural recoil almost knocked Jiang Tongguang over, and under the heavy pressure, he barely had the strength to stand up.

The phantom of the clock tower suddenly appeared, supporting the onrushing, violent waves.

"Stop hesitating, Xiao Jiang! Things have come to this point, a decision must be made!" The half-objectified Li Lin urged hoarsely, "I will bear all the consequences!"

"I know! I just..."

Jiang Tongguang's expression twitched, and he hesitated for a moment.

Even now, he still harbors a sliver of hope and wishful thinking, hoping that Ji Jue might be an exception, that he might be different from others... He hopes that the young man who resembles him somewhat in the past can not be bound by hatred and pain, and can become someone stronger than himself!

But now, everything is gone.

He closed his eyes and picked up his wine glass.

Just like the siege of the Sorrowful Workshop not long ago, the last defenses were torn apart by the desperate destruction of all the craftsmen.

A blazing silver-gray flame burst forth from the center, and a burly figure, engulfed in flames, advanced, his face burned to the point of exposing his bones, his hands gripping the flame-shaped sword blessed by the King of Heroes.

"Let the North Wind bear witness, my friend—"

The craftsman named Yellowbeard roared, gripped his sword tightly, and slashed down with all his might, risking his soul and life, vowing: From this day forward, these hands will avenge you!

Even if it means filing down ten nails, even if it means breaking ten fingers!
boom!!!
Within the black flames atop the throne, the figure merely raised his eyes, casting a disdainful glance. The flame-shaped sword snapped in two, and with the apocalypse's blessing, boundless power erupted, easily overturning and blowing him away.

The moment Ji Jue raised his finger, all the craftsmen were suppressed to their feet by an immense force.

Between heaven and earth, the magnificent and boundless forging has reached its end.

The real end of the world is coming.

Finished!

In that instant, as Huang Xu closed his eyes in despair, all he felt was the roar of the apocalypse, the earth-shattering noise, and even the sound of desolate footsteps.

The sound rang out from outside the main hall, and they walked step by step toward this place.

It was as if they had just completed a long, long journey, weary and panting, treading on flames and ashes, utterly exhausted.

Head in the direction you have chosen.

Looking down, I saw a familiar face, so I smiled and nodded, greeting them: "You look terrible, Master Craftsman, are you alright?"

That is……

Amidst the ruins, Huang Xu stiffly raised his head, incredulous.

Ji Jue?!
At this moment, emerging from the magnificent and apocalyptic alchemy process, step by step towards the main hall, was none other than the face that Huang Xu was extremely familiar with, leaving everyone present dumbfounded and unable to comprehend it.

These are Ji Jue's words...

They turned around with difficulty and looked at the throne in the hall, at the figure engulfed by black flames.

But who was that? In the instant of deathly silence, there was no more sound.

Only by moving forward step by step could they look at each other, so similar yet so different.

One is above, one is below; one exists here, while the other is distant and elusive, like nothingness. It is as if they are reflections of reality and illusion.

The difference between the strong and the weak is like heaven and earth.

But now, a crisp sound rang out, and Ji Jue drew his sword from below the steps, aiming it at the already irredeemably fallen demon.

Overestimating their abilities, they challenged themselves.

The demon within the flames laughed silently.

Gazing at that fleeting phantom, as if waking from a long dream, a slow smile crept onto his lips... This was his final creation, just as he had wished, it had come before him.

Just like Ji Jue.

It's just as Ji Jue should do!
He nodded with delight.

Draw your sword.

He pointed at the challenger in front of him, and then let go.

As the blade fell from his fingers and shattered on the steps, the challengers below walked forward step by step, illuminated by countless shards of light.

Without hesitation, he raised the sword.

They chopped off his head!
boom!!!
In that instant, everything Ji Jue had created came to an end in his final creation.

The brutal vision of the apocalypse that covered the entire world vanished in the chaos.

Everything returns to its starting point.

But in the sky, those blurry pupils twitched violently, and a crack suddenly appeared in the endless darkness.

Apocalyptic chaos!

The sacred artifact between the sea and sky trembled violently, as if roaring and howling mournfully. This caused the old man to freeze in place, clenching his fists and desperately suppressing his urge to rise.

Then, he saw the mocking smile on the face of the furnace opposite him.

The doomsday prophecy, which was about to be confirmed, suddenly slowed down and returned to its original state... even cracks appeared in the doomsday theory itself.

The apocalypse that was supposed to be the end of days never came.

Ji Jue's final act killed himself!

No craftsman could have imagined such a scene or possibility—a craftsman who abandoned arrogance, let go of his obsession, and even denied himself!

They willingly gave up everything they had created.

Because in this world, there are things more important than oneself!
This is not the final result of the struggle between good and evil, but the key that has existed in the obsession from the very beginning, which constitutes the foundation of Ji Jue himself, and the natural transformation of all things!
If one day I degenerate into a state of ugliness that I myself cannot tolerate, then I will completely deny myself!
Just like the decisiveness with which he drew his sword and pointed it at stagnation and decay.

Go and fight the monsters.

If the current Ji Jue becomes a monster, then let the next Ji Jue draw his sword against the monster!

No words are needed, nor is a call required.

When that figure reappears before him, no matter what kind of monster he becomes, no matter how unrecognizable he is, the monster once named Ji Jue will gladly rush towards destruction!

Now, Ji Jue raises his head and looks at the apocalypse before him.

Draw your sword once more!
The cycle continues, the apocalypse restarts!
All the futile struggles are being repeated once again.

This time, however, there was no expectation in the old man's eyes. Instead, the furnace master no longer concealed his mockery and ridicule.

He burst into loud laughter.

"Please enlighten me, Master, where is the work of Bei Gong? I can't see it."

At this very moment, everything that is happening in the evolution of the apocalypse has completely spiraled out of control. It has not been destroyed as decisively as the furnace had hoped, nor has it been completed in a painful struggle like the old man with the anvil.

Instead, it was a bizarre turn of events that exceeded both sides' expectations.

Entangled in the principles of tragic work, Ji Jue, who is constantly revising and changing, has become the most massive deadlock in the entire doomsday theory.

This is neither a solution to the apocalypse nor proof of the apocalypse, but a malignant bug catalyzed from depravity and distortion!

It cannot deny the present-day apocalypse, yet it also prevents the present-day apocalypse from denying itself...

Under the distortion and blessing of the tragic principle, when Ji Jue drew his sword once again, it was destined that everything would spiral out of control and create a new apocalypse.

But before the new apocalypse is created, Ji Jue, who is the key figure, will die at the hands of the self he created!
Then, the progress, which was on the verge of completion, returned to the starting point once again, and the futile cycle began again, returning to the source once more...

It's like a progress bar that can never be filled; after 99% completion, you have to start all over again.

The two hinder each other, restrain each other, control each other, and catalyze each other.

Therefore, as long as Ji Jue exists, the apocalypse cannot be completed. And as long as the cycle continues, Ji Jue will never end!
From then on, his one-track mind became blocked at both ends, and he was completely stuck!
Within the lag and loops, the evolution of doomsday theory can continue indefinitely, but... how many times can the instrument of the holy fool withstand such consumption and torment?

click!
A crack appeared between countless curled and deformed fingers.

The unstoppable collapse has begun!
　Ah, I'm asking for a monthly vote~ But is asking for a monthly vote even useful now? I don't know, but I'll ask for one anyway~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)