Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny Chapter 1344 677: Dissociation and Dust

What happened?

For a mont, Yellow Beard felt a chilling fright that went deep into his bones...

In the blink of an eye, a storm surged from behind, roaring towards them.

Just as the Hero Seeds resisted the counterattacks of the stone-faced craftsn and broke into the main hall, thunder exploded.

An imnse torrent of rcury surged, as if boiling, with silver strands shooting out!

Like countless hands reaching from the darkness, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

Slim and cold, dancing eerily, rising and falling silently.

Cruelly controlling everything!

The sound of cutting through the air was incessant, countless silver threads quickly extended, grew, enveloping the entire hall.

So light it was inconceivable, so fine it was like dust.

Clearly so fragile, that even a breath could snap them in half, yet after separation, they would reconnect with others, like living creatures, rooting, expanding again.

In the midst of the storm and collisions, as fierce flas raged and shockwaves spread, causing chilling chaos, those insignificant silver threads were torn apart entirely, constantly ripped, severed, evaporated... but imdiately, they would rge again, spread, multiplying!

In a finger snap, the entire view was already filled with endless white.

So dazzling, yet so cold.

Even indistinguishable from one another... eagerly reaching toward oneself.

"You rotten thing, what are you doing!"

Yellow Beard shivered with fright, unable to tell if he had fallen into an icy pit or the lting Furnace, instinctively raising the Cliff Shield and roaring aloud.

Imdiately, flas and smoke rolled and spread, evaporating all the rcury within the Circle Realm, repelling them outside.

He glared at Ji Jue.

"Ah, my bad, forgot to turn off friendly fire."

Ji Jue smiled awkwardly, patting his head, looking innocent.

Yellow Beard said nothing.

Dead silence.

Sudden dead silence.

The whole world suddenly went quiet, leaving only death-like silence and calm within the rcury-shrouded hall, no more loud explosions or thunderous blasts.

Only the faint sound of pattering, like rainfall.

Eyes open, nothing could be seen, but closing them seed to allow feeling... the sparks bursting in the whiteness, countless, rising and falling, brilliant like the Milky Way!

Non-attack Creation, enveloping everything.

Each spark was a tiny dissociation, each raindrop sound an agonizing cry during disintegration.

Repeated dissociations, like an exceptionally fine scalpel, infiltrating every crevice, with the sound of disintegration like a chain.

So ticulous, unwilling to waste a bit of spiritual quality, so clever, leaving no redundant operation.

The penetrating rcury Fog had infiltrated every gap, every remnant body, and every creation, seamlessly beginning cutting, peeling, and ravaging.

If Ji Jue's previous dissociation technique was like a cruel destruction by directional explode, then now, it was a hopeless, endless, lingering torture.

Pure white flowers appeared faintly from the fog, silently spreading everywhere, assimilating everything, and then quickly vanished, like an illusion.

Within a few seconds, the fog completely dissipated.

And then, nothing remained.

No opponent or enemy was visible, only robes, masks fallen to the ground, and handfuls of white ash.

Solved?

No...

"They fled."

Ji Jue sighed with realization, "That was a quick reaction."

They ran!

Clearly seeming stiff and sluggish, yet their reaction was incredibly fast.

Just a few more seconds, they would be fully dismantled and dissociated, yet before then, the stone-faced craftsn emptied themselves, abandoning all assimilated parts, and suddenly vanished.

As if decentralizing, with severed hands and feet, plucked eyes and stripped bones... all bodily components disassembled, then retreated in batches?

Seed like a group, but actually, a single entity?

This is getting interesting...

Ji Jue mused while stroking his chin, noticing the gaze beside him, he spread his hands helplessly: "What's the matter, Great Craftsman? You can't bla for not trying, right?"

"..."

Yellow Beard was silent, unable to speak.

Only felt that so dogs really love to bite and bark... if they bark it's alright, but they're hardly on the sa channel or ntal wavelength.

Already impossible to communicate!

Forget it, let them bark, if they love biting just bite soone else, as long as they don't take a bite at .

He coldly withdrew his gaze, continuing forward.

Leaving Ji Jue in place, sighing in admiration, helpless.

It's evident feelings have faded!

Once in Hua Xu's Dream, we were good friends fighting side by side!

I haven't even asked if you have Fusion Bombs yet!

By the way, do you really have them, brother?

Could I have a feel...

Looking at the accumulated mass and scale spanning generations, so many generations of craftsn in Dust Workshop, Ji Jue couldn't help but feel apprehensive and embarrassed.

The grand workshop is truly great, big family and business, lacking nothing, unlike himself, poor unfortunate child, lacking everything, forced to join forces with peers to share.

Not even a Fusion Bomb!

Could the Federation be a little more pitiful...

Bam!

In the turbulent castle, ahead of them, the corridor's ceiling suddenly shattered, a tawny shadow suddenly descended from the sky, pierced into the floor, and whizzed past, where it went was unknown.

Like an unbelievably long snake, without scales but covered with dense fur, looking much like... a sausage dog?