The rumbling never stops.
The castle's outline keeps blurring but cannot succeed, shackled in place.
"Hurry up, the inner layer is already showing signs of separation."
The captain reminded the others, "We've finally caught a big fish, don't let it get away."
On the solidified sea, a group of people had already approached the castle gates. The vet and Yellow Beard looked at the silent Hu Jian, who said nothing, decisively placing his hand on the stone statue.
He began to crack the outer defenses based on his understanding and knowledge.
"Hu Jian?!"
Inside the castle, a hoarse voice sounded, angrily questioning, "What are you doing? You brought these people over... Have you gone mad? You bastard, I knew it..."
Bang!
Electric light burst from the stone statue, and Hu Jian's palm suddenly burned, shattering.
He was drenched in sweat.
The worst situation, the validation and frawork of the workshop were completely different from before. His previous understanding was completely useless.
He wanted to try again, but the people behind him were already impatient.
"Why so troubleso?"
Ignoring the validations, they rolled up their sleeves and reached out towards the gate directly.
Ji Jue!
Instantly, nerve-wracking breaking sounds occurred continuously.
The insight from Hanging Elephant Mirror, combined with the impact of the Dissociation Technique, instantly shattered the validation of the outer defense sequence. Following that, Jing Zhen exploded!
Chun Jun, Pan Ying, Zanlu.
Pale, scarlet, and purple-black lights converged and overlapped, flashing past and drilling straight inward.
In an instant, everyone's expressions changed.
Even the angry curses within the castle stopped abruptly, followed by a heart-wrenching roar: "Ye Xian, you motherf***er, back again?!"
When Ji Jue let go, a deep crack had already appeared on the fortress-like giant gate, and spiritual substance within scattered outward, like bleeding.
Just a montary touch, before the workshop could counter-attack, a gap that could not be patched had been gouged.
Ji Jue couldn't be bothered to exert more effort, as the weak point had already been found.
"Great Craftsman!"
He pointed to the crack and said, "Right here, swing a cut, as deep as you can, there are two layers left to reach the core of the outer matrix!"
Before the words finished, the Fla-shaped Sword erupted with fierce light!
A pillar of flas rose up, soaring into the sky, then compressed inch by inch, gathering on the sword edge, becoming an unbearable scorching crimson.
Resolutely thrusting!
Crack, a light sound.
Then followed by the rumble of collapse.
The most solid gate of the entire workshop, blessed creation crafted by generations of craftsn, in this instant, cracked and broke.
The central path opened.
Ji Jue was also busy, reaching out to touch, under the Dissociation Technique, all fed into chanical Descent.
Just a taste, his eyes nearly burned red.
"Damn!"
Ji Jue's shoulder and face twitched, almost fainting from the rush: "The goods from the old workshop, truly pure, almost perfect, rare stuff!"
From the feedback and perception brought by Superior Essence, it seed possible to experience the repeated renovations and upgrades the gate had undergone over centuries.
Over sixteen craftsn spent sixty years on it, pushing it to the workshop's bearable limit—even, as long as it still connected to the workshop, maintaining the supply of spiritual substance, even a small yield fusion bomb could hold its ground.
Yet, high values t chanisms.
First, bound and suppressed by the captain, then gouged by Ji Jue, finally torn by Yellow Beard, the remaining essence all swallowed by Ji Jue.
Just a couple of bites, and Ji Jue felt the spirit light continuously appearing in his mind, gaining initial acquaintance and understanding of the core theory and technique of the Dust lineage.
"It's true, peers nurture each other!"
Ji Jue's tears almost filled his face from emotion.
Following behind everyone, he plunged straight in.
"What on earth do you want to do?!" The angry questioning voice still echoed in the castle, "Hu Jian, Yellow Beard, and Despina, you old thing..."
"Feigning ignorance has its limits, Belzuna."
The captain coldly asked, "I rember, over forty years ago, we worked together, right? Let guess... That absolute punishnt, did you hide sothing?"
"Bullsh*t!"
Belzuna's voice paused for a mont, unable to suppress panic: "I damn knew it, the association won't tolerate anymore, right? Listen to , there must be so misunderstanding! This is all a fight from above, I just sided wrong..."
"Whether you did or not, co back to the association with and explain slowly."
The captain threw a notification on the ground: "For others perhaps, but your absolute punishnt order was personally issued by Director Jiang."
Hysterical roaring echoed.
But in that mont, it stopped abruptly, as a flintlock gun suddenly raised in the captain's hand, roared, bullets whistled out, flying through the castle, instantly piercing layer upon layer of defenses, into the other side.
Feigning conversation throughout, the positioning and counter-attacks between them never really stopped.
Within that mont, the whole castle disintegrated, suddenly expanded, forcefully shaking off all external structures, and about to vanish into the void again.
But at that mont, a faint light descended from the sky.
A pure, straight pillar of light pierced through heaven and earth, nailing the workshop's core, unable to escape...
"Light Fixing Mirror!!!!"
Belzuna's voice was nearly bleeding: "Hu Jian, the theory of the Light Fixing Mirror, I helped you complete, can't you let go?"
Hu Jian's expression twitched for a mont, eyes downcast: "Surrender, Mr. Belzuna, there's still a chance for repentance..."
"Hehe, hahaha, I just knew, I knew this ungrateful dog would co one day!"
Bellsuna's hysterical cursing, amidst the giant crash, innurable dazzling lights suddenly erged within the shattered ancient castle, as if mirrors were abruptly erected in the void. In the blink of an eye, amidst the eerie scene akin to a spinning kaleidoscope, the heavens and the earth spun.
"Die, all of you!!!"
Ji Jue had been protecting everyone before he sensed anything off; ever since entering the ancient castle, he had shielded them before his chest. At this mont, when the wolf's perception detected the malicious intent, he had already grabbed Yellow Beard beside him.
In the next instant, he and Yellow Beard were flung into the depths of the ancient castle amidst the mirror light refraction.
Severing the opponents' formation, then activating all the defensive systems within the workshop.
After all, he is a craftsman, never turning back until the dead end nor even then. There is no possibility of surrendering. Evidently, he intends to resist until the end!
In the blink of an eye, they were thrown into a dark corridor, where ferocious and raging gargoyle statues slowly opened their eyes, their crimson eyes gazing at the two intruders.
"Kou希——"
Ji Jue's hair stood on end; in an instant, he supported himself like a weakened willow beside Yellow Beard, his eyes swirling, exhibiting unspeakable fragility and weakness: "You must protect , Great Craftsman."
The answer is an unhesitating kick.
"Get lost, handle it yourself!"
Yellow Beard couldn't be bothered to argue with this dog thing, dragging the fla-shaped sword straight ahead.
The bag in his other hand opened wide, pouring everything out.
In an instant, grass seeds fell to the ground, rapidly expanding, transforming into robust, large giants.
Hero Seed!
Then the Circle Realm unfolded!
In the void, fierce flas surged, the earth cracked, molten rock spread, and amidst the thick smoke billowing, ancient runes appeared on the giants created by the Hero Seed.
--[Circle Realm·Fireworks Cauldron]!
In legends, Valhalla, where endless heroic spirits gather, heroes revel in drunken dreams, battling in immortality; co night, they gather in the halls, indulging in drinks and pleasures.
There is a cauldron nad Eldhrímnir that stews an eternally unkillable, inexhaustible divine pig, providing for the heroic spirits, able to strengthen the strong and revive the dead.
Eldhrímnir ans smoke and fire marks, symbolizing subduing life and death through alchemy, reversing decline.
Within this Circle Realm, even if heroes perish, they can be flawlessly reborn within the flas! At the sa ti, it can assist heroes, enhance power, grant attributes...
It can be said that Yellow Beard alone is an unstoppable and immortal legion!
At this mont, Yellow Beard holds the fla-shaped sword, and his other hand carries the Cliff Shield Ji Jue once saw, with a belt around his waist long known as the Heavenly Craft Belt—gingjord!
Under the belt's augntation, strength increases boundlessly!
Wherever he goes, he pulverizes all obstacles as though slicing through fruits and vegetables.
No matter how many tis one sees, the combat style of North Wind Workshop is nothing short of a perfect embodint of violent aesthetics.
Who can still distinguish between Ember and the Legion now!
Ji Jue can't help but click his tongue in admiration, applaud, fully fulfilling his role as the hype man, while his little hands feel all around.
Pure, pure, so pure!
The old craftsman's goods are truly extraordinary...
Having walked just a few hundred ters, Ji Jue ended up feeling like a bear overwheld by options, wanting to touch everything, wanting to taste everything.
As for Yellow Beard's disgusted gaze, well, pretend not to see.
Everywhere roared, huge echoes resounded.
When everyone is fighting to the death, Ji Jue seems like a schoolboy on a spring outing, longing to take out a cara to capture the mont.
Until the instant they broke through the corridor and entered the hall.
Ji Jue finally saw other live people... no, could they still be considered alive?
Right within the hall resembling a workshop, amidst nurous ancient devices, hunchbacked, withered figures ceased their work abruptly.
Rigidly turned their heads, with faces bearing strange, distorted stone masks.
But behind the mask, there was emptiness.
Their heads were open, brains vanished without a trace, leaving only hollowness.
Masks manipulated these soulless bodies that still retained matrices and blessings, stepping stiffly like puppets.
Suddenly, they simultaneously let out wild roars!!!
"Ho!"
Ji Jue widened his eyes, startled: "Such loud voices!"
Loud voices, even greater threats.
Each of these brainless puppets with masks exuded pure ember aura, none below rebirth level, even accompanied by nurous creations...
Each one is a fellow craftsman, more fellow craftsn!
Now Ji Jue finally understands where the people from the workshop went...
Yellow Beard's face turned steel-blue, "Ji Jue, if you dilly-dally any longer, I'll kill you first!"
"Alright."
Ji Jue shrugged, "Isis?"
In that instant, from the shadow behind Ji Jue, a pair of silver eyes slowly opened, [I am here].
"Do as you like."
Ji Jue said, "Don't ruin it too badly, makes it hard to recover, try to keep it intact, well, if it's too troubleso you don't have to. My point is safety first, but when it's ti to take risks, pay more attention..."
In the creator's seemingly mindless rambling, Isis sighed helplessly.
[Sir...]
"Hmm?"
[I beg you—]
She said, [Shut up!]
Bang!!!
In the darkness beneath Ji Jue's feet, silver radiance erupted as though burning, suddenly exploding, cascading like a waterfall, ravaging freely, engulfing everything!
Storm and destruction comnce from this mont.
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