When ascension occurs again amidst the descent, when everything numb awakens again.
The light of Chixiao, gathering mightily under the will of the people, is this overwhelming force.
Their victory and defeat had long since been decided.
Long ago, when the mutant descent was abruptly halted, Fernan could no longer succeed, and when that flyer descended from the sky, everything he painstakingly prepared fell into the hands of Ji Jue.
Only the outco remained.
Thus, when Ji Jue decided to end it all, Chixiao finally welcod its final crafting and refinent!
Infinite brilliance illuminates all.
As Ji Jue's soul rises from his body, responding to the call of the blazing sun, entering that blazing light, he sees an ocean ford by countless silhouettes.
In this projection of the Heavenly Elent Order, shadowy figures zealously raise their hands, as if tears of excitent are streaming down their faces.
Calling for the arrival of the hero, for the advent of the sovereign, calling his na.
And before Ji Jue, a long, endlessly long staircase finally reveals itself.
Leading to the highest point of the firmant.
All phenona move by this, heaven and earth pivot on it.
Under Chixiao's control, this grand endeavor of recreating everything, seizing the Heavenly Origin Path of the Seven Cities, is already within reach.
The illusion of Tian Yuan and towers flow from the light of Chixiao, the throne of dominion has been vacant for too long! Just a step forward from Ji Jue, no, just a shift in Ji Jue's thoughts, and the throne of dominion will welco its true master.
But as he instinctively tries to extend his hand, his palm halts in midair.
Caught in stagnation.
No matter the urging and calling of Superior and Great Evil.
Like hesitation and indecision, hard to make a choice.
He suddenly feels...
"... It's a bit troubleso."
Every day, so many people are jumping around before my eyes, raising their hands, endlessly cheering and shouting. Just thinking about it makes my eyes and ears uncomfortable.
It's like finding a job for myself, and the kind that needs to be on call 24/7, constantly interrupted by all kinds of ssy affairs, unbearably annoying.
I have many things to do myself, okay!
Co on, I just wanted to open a factory!
You can't expect to bleed, labor, and sell my youth all my life just because I occasionally do sothing good, and sell out my descendants once my youth is gone, right?
It's like a Reversed Heavenly Gang!
Just handed out a few flyers, did a few normal things. If the sa was done by soone else, wouldn't the results be the sa?
Why should it be like this!
"Why?"
Ji Jue raises his head, asking aimlessly.
Is a savior necessary to have a future? Is a ruler required to hold everything together for everyone to continue surviving?
Are there not enough lone tyrants who wreak havoc endlessly?
Yet, no one responds.
Only waves of fervent shouts, pleading for him to reign over all, master everything, eternally guiding them forward on a path of peace and harmony.
Like the Abyss Lord once rightfully considering Luo Island his possession, or like Fernan today pushing the Seven Cities into mire.
With Tian Yuan gathered now, why must Ji Jue naturally take all into his hands?
The Heavenly Origin Path of the Eternal Empire was already severed completely by the Mohists.
Even if he reaches the end, it would only turn him into another tyrant, becoming the person he despises, waiting for the next Ji Jue to arrive and challenge him.
It should not be so.
Nor should it be this way.
If he shalessly extends his hand, thinking all is his creation, what then is the difference between him and Fernan who babbles on about all things self-decaying?
"Should I just let it be?"
Ji Jue proposes to it all.
In the dead silence, there is no sound.
The fervent figures seem frozen, watching him in speechless bewildernt.
"People can really fail to learn from history sotis. Despite Jian Yuan's cautionary tale in front, when it's my turn, still walking into a dead end..."
Ji Jue scratches his head, self-mockingly sighing: "In the end, is it myself who can't let go?"
This all might have started from himself, but at present, not everything is the result of him alone.
Since that is the case, why must one person eternally control it all? There's no need to find soone to bear all the glory on behalf of everything.
The ember of Tian Yuan, ultimately, is not equal.
In the eyes of Tian Yuan's kind, opportunities are rare, and when all things have the chance to return to order, they might naturally take precedence. But for craftsn, all of this is just natural.
Why claim credit for oneself?
The Tian Yuan achieved by the Seven Cities is not my sole Tian Yuan. The Chixiao ford by the masses is not my Chixiao alone!
The truth has always been simple; only now does Ji Jue finally understand...
"Spent so much effort searching, and eventually figured it out in Tian Yuan?"
When insight erges from the mind, Ji Jue can't help but burst into laughter:
"——All things self-create, thus, all things self-transform!"
If all of this is natural, perhaps the descent of the Seven Cities is natural; the ascension of the masses is also natural, and the final outco is equally natural...
That is genuinely the way it's supposed to be!
Thus, Ji Jue chooses to let go.
The suspended Red Sky trembled, as if responding to Ji Jue's will, cutting down with a brilliant glow!
The sound of cracking rose and fell, echoing through the ocean where countless souls gathered.
It was the vast echo when the shackles were loosened, the deep resonance when order was rebuilt, the final lantation of the collapsing throne and crumbling long steps...
Gao Yuan's throne, the authority of dominion, the power over Life and Death, all vanished completely before Ji Jue.
He gave up.
He entirely severed his absolute authority within the Red Sky, unraveling omnipresent power and control, erasing all decrees.
This power, originating from Tian Yuan, was once again returned to all those who make up Tian Yuan...
You shall beco yourselves, you shall self-transform.
What you receive is the recompense that you deserve.
Do not worship Gods any longer, do not seek a savior, for this world holds no hero promising redemption.
You have already chosen to save yourselves.
Why then need eternal guidance from saviors and heroes?
"It is up to you to choose whether you should take action."
Ji Jue smiled and waved to those bewildered figures, finally promising:
"If one day, you no longer need . If one day, everything I, as a craftsman, created cannot satisfy you anymore.
Then there should be no hesitation...
— Rightfully, leave !"
In an instant, the scorching sun rang out, once, then again!
The foundation of Tian Yuan cracked open, and then increasingly intensified, everything that was about to be achieved once again fell into a chaotic storm, collapsing completely.
The scorching sun expanded, and the constraints vanished.
Yet, when all coercion was lost, the countless faint lights that should have dispersed completely still remained in place, even more so than before, gathering together!
It was as if…when he decided to let go, all things and phenona reached out to him.
Forming a whole new appearance once again, displaying a brand new order and form.
All things beco themselves, all things self-transform.
The flowing transformation, the rightful change.
Revealing, the ultimate form.
Tian Yuan was never so fragile, completely losing absolute dominion and control from within, yet never so peculiarly, causing all phenona to naturally converge.
Willingly returning to his guidance and deploynt!
It also left the solitary watchers atop distant dark towers, filled with anticipation, in silence, with smiles frozen on their faces.
Near an outburst of rage!
In that mont, he decisively reached out, ignoring the heir's obstruction, to correct the course, but as he reached out, a familiar face inexplicably appeared before his eyes.
The one person who could once be called a friend, giving advice and a plea. Those 'nonsensical talks' he regarded as a joke and cast aside.
"Give birth, nurture, shape, complete… grow, develop, mature; nourish, cover..."
His face hidden in darkness, he scoffed with a sigh: "Clothing and nourishing all things without being their master?
Is it truly the narrow view of a fool never changing, or is it that you Mohists' naivete and obtuseness are always the sa?"
No one responded.
Only the laughter from long ago echoed once more by his ears.
So pleased.
He withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, no longer watching.
After all, they were all obstinate fools.
Annoyed!
Only within the transformation of the Red Sky, as the trace of the Heirloom Seal dissipated, a line of ancient silver script erged from the banner.
Like the fla of heritage, rekindled.
[To be born without possessing, to act without expectations, to grow without commanding, this is called mysterious virtue.]
The Fla Light flashed and disappeared.
Can't understand, but it seems impressive!
ssing around haphazardly, created an operating system with eyes closed, after thoroughly open-sourcing it… it seems perhaps maybe no problem occurred?
Then that proves I was right!
As for the rest, it doesn't matter!
Why need Life and Death power, why need to bask in glory, it's just a factory, you work and I pay, that's all there is to it, why all the fuss?
"This is best."
At this mont, Ji Jue sighed, the new Red Sky Banner erged between heaven and earth.
So light, like a phantom.
No longer with the terrifying prestige and magnificent spirit of Tian Yuan that once gathered the Seven Cities, lacking any sense of reality.
Yet, precisely this light banner, casually swung, seemingly overthrows the world, the cosmos sways, the world responds thunderously.
Just like the axis of the heavens and earth, naturally guiding everything.
No need to tightly hold the phenona, for they gather naturally!
The heavens and earth are all clear.
Even if the scorching sun is unseen, all things still shine!
Why need Red Sky?
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