The sea and sky are dead silent, amidst the roar, the massive Pillar of Descent descends once more!
One after another, and then another...
After encountering two duels, that overly young Ember Craftsman still stands on the battlefield, unscathed, without even a sign of fatigue.
Though the rainbow light in the depths of You Sui surges continuously, filled with malicious gazes, he simply ignores them.
He rely yawns out of boredom, tilting his head up to look at the sky.
Expressionless.
Even though the sky before him is gradually dimming, turning pale and gray, the seawater is freezing inch by inch, and in the wind blowing directly at him, snow dust falls one after another.
In the darkness, a bloated figure wrapped in a thick cotton coat stumbles towards him, staggering, arms wrapped tightly around himself.
Layers of frost clinging to the exposed hair and beard, as if in an ice cave, so cold it is unbearable.
Even more bizarre is the constant stream of sparks and thick smoke erging from his body.
"Ha..."
At this mont, with heavy breaths, that face, as black as charred remains, finally opens its tightly shut eyes. Yet, there are no pupils inside, only a thick fla light swirling endlessly in the charred sockets.
Looking at Ji Jue.
Just watching, causing one's insides to burn, seemingly about to ignite together!
Though the world is bitterly cold, with frost wind piercing to the bone, right before Ji Jue's eyes, a spark unexpectedly rises slowly from the gradually drying ground.
Countless sparks, like fireflies, dance chaotically in invisible flas!
"You...you...watch..."
The figure's expression twitches for a mont, a crack appearing resembling a smile, mutters confusedly: "...very delicious!"
"That is...[Torch Plague]?!"
Jiang Tongguang shouted furiously: "What is You Sui doing!"
This is the Embers of Decay Decision, allowing such incomprehensible things on stage?!
Don't even ntion whether it's a decay craftsman or not, there's no telling if such a thing should even be considered a person, or if it's even alive!
Seventy years ago, now known as the [Torch Plague], the craftsman burst onto the scene in You Sui, causing quite a stir.
But forty years ago, after having the privilege of eting Craftsman Grandmaster Bei Gong, seeking to advance further, the craftsman took a reckless gamble, throwing everything into a refining process he couldn't possibly control.
Ultimately lost in the boon of decay.
Literally went mad, completely out of control, irreversibly objectified!
Soul, life, and consciousness, all burned out in the furnace, leaving in this world nothing but his objectified husk.
After all these years, under the ingenious and ticulous rebuilding of many craftsn in You Sui, this mutated objectified husk has been constantly built up, repaired, even completely transford...
Ultimately, it beca a tool, a weapon, a calamity furnace that only hatches destruction, erodes and mutates everything!
Before Ji Jue's eyes, what unfolds is the end created by all craftsn who lost control, turned mutant, and beca objectified, the dood path they embarked upon!
It itself, is a massive decay pollution source!
No thoughts, no reason, not even a shred of sothing that could be called consciousness remains, only the craftsman's instinctual refining of the past, uncontrollable chaotic mutation, complete transformation and twisted skills remain, and even...absolute malice against the superior craftsn by the Great Evil's creation!
The so-called, [Torch Plague]!
"Can't take it..."
When the sound of a breaking chain echoed before Ji Jue's eyes, the bloated figure with folded arms started shaking violently, the smile on the charred face expanding, almost reaching the back of the neck.
The dissolved shackles turned to molten iron, slowly dripping from the shriveled hands, the frosty aura on the whole body evaporating rapidly, fading completely, the heavy garnt which served as a shackle, those carefully crafted fire-retardant creations, all began to burn under the spreading flas.
Thick flas spouted from the orifices of that face, roaring and spreading like living creatures, writhing and expanding, seemingly dancing.
"Heh heh, haha, hahahahahaha——"
A hysterical laugh rises from the flas, repeating the frenzy and joy of the past: "I understand now, I have understood it all, the transformation of everything, the change of all phenona, so simple!"
Ka!
A crack appeared on the face, from which flas spouted.
Under the shine of the fla light, all things in the world seed to burn away in invisible flas, revealing their origin amidst the savage furnace.
In the lant of the flas, countless raindrops fell from the sky, filled everything, yet elusive, like tears, causing everything to swiftly decay and wither.
The earth turned to charcoal, with flas rising from the charcoal. Countless bones turned to fuel, rging with the fla, shattered skulls seem to still hold lingering laughter, and the writhing corpses danced.
Mountains gradually dissolved in the fierce flas, valleys gushed black tides amid the rainwater, a series of astonishing mutations occurring continuously.
Before Ji Jue's eyes, rocks in the soil shattered, dust gathering to form clay figurines, blood tears falling from their exaggerated features, full of venomous hate. One clay figurine after another writhing and piecing together, in an instant becoming a giant entity, devouring one another, then crumbling apart once more, returning to descent.
A futile cycle without end, aningless transformations repeating continuously, a world of endless cycles of tears, suffering, and despair.
Torch Plague, like a tide, surged out from the container, filling everything, cutting off all superior changes, transforming the entire Crack Realm into a furnace of stagnation and decay!
Under the frenzy of tides, Ji Jue's figure was completely engulfed.
Without even a chance to resist.
Vanished without a trace.
"Oi! Old Deng, is this really okay?"
Above the sky outside the Crack Realm, the gazing Grandmaster looked down at it all, suddenly questioning: "Isn't letting this kind of thing on stage a bit unreasonable?"
"What sort of talking is that?"
Elder Anvil retorted, "Although the choice of opponent for today's duel was made by subordinates, since Torch Plague belongs to You Sui and was created by Zhi Fu, why not let him play?"
"No, what I an is... even if we're giving away points, we should at least put on a show."
The Heavenly Furnace sighed lightly, and suddenly a wisp of a smile appeared on his apathetic face, feeling grateful: "Delivering a dish so obviously, once it's spread out, it doesn't sound good."
Torch Plague? Zhi Fu? Pollution? lting Furnace?
Are you trying to make laugh!
From the very beginning, he never paid any attention to the so-called Torch Plague!
Let alone Torch Plague, even if the naless craftsman who created Torch Plague were still alive, could he possibly be a match for the current Ji Jue!
Could he possibly pose any threat to Ji Jue!
"In four hundred years, not only has the Association forgotten the appearance Embers should have; it seems even You Sui has no idea how those Mohists, once known as the Ten Great Evils, conducted their affairs."
The Heavenly Furnace grinned, sighing with regret:
"—Have you been underestimating [Non-Attack]?"
Boom!!!
In the deepest part of the endless tide of mutant darkness, a silver flash suddenly leaped out, flickering, piercing the darkness, illuminating the eyes of all bystanders.
It was just an insignificant bit, so insignificant, yet so glaringly eye-catching.
It didn't even do anything.
It just existed, causing all the incoming mutants to vanish like foam, easily opening a pure land, an unpolluted domain, from the omnipresent devouring frenzy.
There was no need for Ji Jue to exert full force or deliberately counterattack.
Long before such thoughts appeared, his hands had instinctively reacted.
Countless intricate silver emblems erged from his hands, even extending into the void, like blades, slashing against the tide, dividing the mutant tide of Torch Plague from the center, making them detour in horror, unable to advance inward by an inch!
Non-Attack!
Non-Attack Fury!
The spirituality contained within, the legacy left by forr Saints, the aspirations entrusted by past Mohists, and Ji Jue's accumulated countless refining instinctive reactions, were all operating and spilling out at this mont!
Just like a dreamlike silver fla light, existing here, preventing the erosion and mutation of the Torch Plague from advancing an inch.
Even when Ji Jue raised his hand, the incoming rain and fire frenzy abruptly stopped, as if frozen, right in front of him.
"Trying to play this ga in front of ?"
Ji Jue raised his head, gazing at everything before him, the fla light in his eyes surpassing the Torch Plague, gradually rising, "You damned bastards, you really... don't know life from death!"
No matter how many tis I look, such scenes always make it difficult for to remain calm and peaceful.
It's not just the Non-Attack's fury; long before that, Ji Jue, once Cursed, was already outraged beyond asure.
Be it Jian Yuan or Elder Anvil, Fernan had just died, and now another unknown entity pops up, creating Hell right in front of him!
The craftsman of Mohist legacy sighed deeply, full of doubt: "Why can't I kill all you mutant beasts?"
No one responded.
Ji Jue didn't care, nor did he need anyone to answer on his behalf.
If they can be killed, he'll kill them; if not, he'll still kill them all the sa!
If there's one, kill one; if there are two, kill two! From the Association to You Sui, from Embers to Zhi Fu, and then from this world to the Vortex!
If that's still not enough, then from Thousand Islands to Central Earth, then from Federation to Empire!
Kill and continue to kill!
If there are more, then keep killing!
Until a world where everyone loves and there is no Hell arrives!
Eradicate the source of disaster, eliminate the roots of conflict and oppression, to bring peace and stability to this world, no longer a source of cruel struggle!
"Today, let you vile creatures see for yourselves."
Ji Jue's voice resounded, overpowering the frenzy, and echoed endlessly within the Crack Realm:
"—What is [Non-Attack]!"
In that instant, he raised his palm toward Torch Plague.
Clenched it tight.
Boom!!!
The tear rain halted, the corpse flas froze.
The surging frenzy seed to hit an iron wall and suddenly collapsed.
A wisp of silver light rose from Ji Jue's fingertips, turned into ripples, spreading in all directions, converting the charred earth back to scarcity and barrenness, revealing the empty sky of the Crack Realm, shrouded in bleak pale.
In the tide of Torch Plague, the hysterical laughter also faltered, as if angrily roaring, boiling and surging.
rcury spread continuously, the Three Phases flowing and changing endlessly.
It was as if everything was gripped in his hands, at his arbitrary control... the deep-rooted mutation was rapidly receding, and the myriad forms of Descent and Decay were returning to purity!
With ten fingers, recreate the myriad forms of the world!
The refining of Non-Attack began anew.
Returning everything distorted to its original appearance!
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