Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny Chapter 126 - 96: Slaves and Shackles4

Or perhaps, for her, he left the slimst chance among ten thousand...

Four hundred years later, the torch reignited from the cycle of reincarnation.

The awakenings of the edge of transformation twice over caused an unstoppable resonance, ti-spawned, spreading the sa hues and traces across the tapestry of Superior, reverberating back.

Such a glimr, to the Saint lost in the past, was like a lighthouse in the darkest night!

Thus, the burning Soul soared across the abyss.

Blazing like a star, it plumted toward the past.

In the prolonged silence, White Owl sat stupefied, several tis on the verge of speaking, yet halting.

At last, vacantly inquiring, "Did she succeed?"

"I don't know, no one knows."

The Commander slowly shook his head, "What she held was a one-way ticket, wagering everything, even burning her soul completely.

What happened, what she encountered, what she experienced, what she did… whether it was success or failure, no one but her could know."

He sighed softly, envisioning that brilliance falling backwards through ti, and his heart couldn't help but waver:

"That was truly a splendid 'single arrow.'"

No matter how intricate and moving the tapestry woven by Superior, no matter how rigid and cruel the original destiny, at this mont, it all showed flaws.

No matter how insignificant those flaws.

They were still flaws.

Such a so-called destiny seed so powerful, encompassing everything, yet so fragile... so fragile that even if you fell into a quagmire or abyss, just having the courage to rise up was already a great provocation.

Just being able to reach out, to shoot that vengeful arrow, was enough to shake what seed like a grand and solemn authority.

This was the final defiance issued by the once Saint against the ordained Heavenly Destiny!

"Now, do you see it?"

The Commander smiled, gazing at the starry sky: "So-called destiny is re trifles. No need to worry about Heavenly Destiny, nor care about so preordained fate. Isn't the joy of life all about 'Do as you please'?"

White Owl shook his head, "That doesn't sound right at all."

"Can't help it, to each their own, and one must do sothing. But a life with purpose… that's quite challenging..."

From his musings, he untied the mooring rope, feeling the oncoming sea breeze, he smiled.

"Let's go."

The greatest terrorist of the present age, the Commander of Nirvana, the magnate of the ti, sighed lightly, gazing at the sky, sea, and everything beyond: "Let's make the world... do sothing more!"

Within the distant echo of the tides, a lone skiff sailed forth.

And above the clear and deep curtain of night, new flashes erged, crossing the fixed course of stars, breaking free from restraints, releasing a fleeting dazzling light.

One after another.

teor showers like rain, bright as teardrops.

So brilliant, so gentle.

Under that sa canopy of night, a verdant bird perched by the window, gazed up dreamily and laughed aloud: "Big brother, look, mommy is watching over us!"

"Really?"

Ji Jue leaned against the window sill, looked up, and sincerely sighed, "How beautiful."

...

Two days later, at 1:26 AM, an explosion occurred in Rhein Port of the South Continent Empire. On the sa day, Lukius, newly appointed by the Empire to guard Central Earth, was assassinated.

As a man perishes, so do his politics.

Inside the Elder Council, the bill that Lukius had been promoting for cooperative developnt between the poles of the Imperial Federation ca to an abrupt end.

Amid the complex dispute over resources and the ever-shifting situation in Central Earth, the world's political tensions tightened once again.

Not long after, ninety years since its resurgence, White Country, under the rule of the White King, inheritor of the regal title, openly declared war on Chi Country to avenge blood debts, vowing to claim the body of the previous White King and make the Red Crown bow to the White!

The Federation's military started bidding with various partners again; among them, Huan Yu Heavy Industry was the first to secure a ship order worth four hundred and forty billion...

After a sudden thunderclap, the era's heavy mountains ca crashing down like rain.

Yet Ji Jue, still rely Dust at this mont, was uninvolved.

He lowered his head to glance at his watch, the popup that had been haunting him since he left the Crack Realm...

[Crack Realm essence fulfilled, system connection complete, proceed to the Central Dispatch Center?]

The answer was, without a doubt...

——NO!!!!

These fucking leeches, having freeloading so many tis, still want to continue?

Go to hell!

He turned over, closed his eyes.

To hell with the world and the future.

Sleep!