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No matter how fast the Association's pace, no matter how thorough the destruction, this grand refinent resembling All Things Self-transform continues!
Even the Association's destruction has been incorporated into the predetermined process...
Everything was prepared long ago from the very beginning.
Not just Fernan's death, nor the collapse of the Western Pillar, all irrelevant, even the survival of the thirty-one pillars is of little consequence.
Their cracking and collapse can be seen as a part of this refinent, a catalysis, an extraction, an almost Ascension-like 'fall'.
Once it starts, it can no longer be stopped.
It's like the cycle of spring, sumr, autumn, and winter, the phenona of tides rising and falling, all natural.
A butterfly flutters its wings and triggers a whirlwind afar.
The true lting Furnace is the entire world, the rise and collapse of the thirty-one pillars rely the first batch of materials thrown into the furnace, the starting point of a chain reaction.
Beneath the harmful wind, the life and death of countless Disaster Beasts serve as firewood thrown into the flas. Hundred years of silent preparation and the silent spread of Descending Spirits are ignited within the flas, naturally sparking infinite change...
When the masses of dark rivers ravage and extend over the vast ocean, they finally overlap and converge at a point in the southern blank sea, empty for miles.
Thus, in the writhing darkness of the sea, a sharp silhouette slowly rises... a rusty and abandoned car's shell.
Next, a twisted broken boom, and after that, a table missing a leg, tangled broken cables...
Decaying and incomplete skyscrapers, half statues with indistinct faces, broken searchlights, moss-covered chairs, iron doors riddled with cracks, rusty railings...
Trash, trash, trash, a torrent of garbage surges at an explosive pace, yet connects naturally and forms a unity. Different pieces combine, seemingly becoming another object, but from another angle, the original railing seems to beco part of the statue, taking on another form.
In constant change and rise and fall, the pose, nature, outline, and function are continuously switching and flowing in chaos until in the end, the convergence of countless fragntary creations forms a towering pillar, stretching from sea to sky, nearly invisible yet almost present.
No discord at all, surprisingly harmonious, as if naturally so.
A concise and straightforward aesthetic erges.
Captivating and srizing.
Simultaneously, the entire present world shivers and sways, struggling to stabilize.
Using these countless refinents as a foundation, using all fallen pillars as anchors, nurous chains of Disaster Beast's Blood and pained Soul wrap around the locks and chains enveloping the present world, adding a new layer of construction.
Planting this Zhi Fu in the world, rewriting the world with this You Sui principle!
Not caring for the suppression of the locks or the rejection of the present world, the banned large-scale Transformation of Good and Evil begins again!
The Abyss Well subrged under the vortex begins to rise slowly and persistently!
Towards the sealed present world!
Thus, the distant and unfathomable projections of deep valleys gradually erge from the darkness beneath the sea.
Then it abruptly stops!
Stuck!
Above the firmant, stars rise like sparks, the Heavenly Furnace manifests!
"Old thing, what are you stirring up again?"
A white-clothed craftsman, leaning on a cane as if disabled, appears out of nowhere in front of the giant tree, rolling his eyes in exasperation: "Can't take my eyes off you for a mont, you co out to disgust people, can't you restrain yourself?"
"I reside in You Sui, yet have never set foot in the present world. If Master of the Heavenly Furnace finds the sll unbearable, you should clearly know where it's coming from."
In the darkness of the sea, within You Sui's projection, the scene of the Erald Furnace faintly appears.
Under the Fla Light's illumination, the emaciated and hunched old craftsman raises his gaze, sighing helplessly: "'Heaven and Earth as a Furnace,' isn't that your title?
If the present world is a furnace, you and I are but materials within it. No matter what I do, what's happening now is rely All Things Self-transform.
How can I be blad for my evil intentions?"
"Read fewer little yellow books from Truth Publishing House, you, a Craftsman Grandmaster, resorting to taphysics, debating here? Are you the Heavenly Furnace or am I the Heavenly Furnace?"
The Heavenly Furnace snickers, not hiding its disdain: "I say it's not, so it's not, do you have any objections?"
"Then let it not be."
Elder Anvil still droops his brows, showing no joy or anger: "Since Master of the Heavenly Furnace has spoken, us unseen You Sui Craftsman can only revere and submit, what else can we do?"
"Oh dear, your words are biting and sarcastic, why do you beco more Yin Yang as you age?"
The Heavenly Furnace laughs, leaning closer with the cane, inviting warmly: "If not by words, then by hands, I don't mind.
If you win, you beco the Heavenly Furnace, naturally whatever you say goes."
"No rush."
Elder Anvil remains unmoved, steadfast in You Sui, unwavering.
No matter how the Heavenly Furnace tempts.
"Soday." He says, "But not now."
The lock's existence isolates the present world from the vortex.
All Heavenly People's evils from below the vortex must endure suppression to appear in the present world.
Like Elder Anvil, a Saint granted by Great Evil, once leaving the vortex's range, his power must be significantly diminished.
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