Ji Jue's palm lifted slightly, and the waves within the rcury boiled. A sword blade entwined with blood light and black fla rose, gripped tightly by the rcury Hand, and cleaved, severing the large serpent in half.
In the sky, tears froze, condensing like pearls, dropping down, and then bursting in succession. Endless worms crawled out from within, only to be annihilated by the silver light completely.
"Annoying."
Ji Jue flicked his finger, and a hand extended from the boiling rcury, infinitely stretching, clenching into a fist that slamd down fiercely.
A storm of violent airwaves swept forward, erasing any trace of the Divine Buddha.
Only the cries and maniacal laughter within the Torch Plague's flas echoed persistently, seeming to rage in accusation.
"This is hardly a creation, just a hastily assembled consumable. In other words, the threat your level poses to is rely of this magnitude."
Ji Jue shook his head, flicking his finger at the remnants wrapped in fierce flas, effortlessly shattering the fla-forged blade crafted by his opponent.
"The creation of Zhi Fu? Just this!"
Boom!
As Ji Jue's fingers flicked once more, endless silver light gathered, rising from the ground, extending countless sharp blades, piercing through, disregarding the erosion of the Torch Plague, lifting and confining the remains.
"The evil of You Sui, too shallow... it's just presumptuous."
Ji Jue glanced at the charred, ruined face, scornfully sighed:
"The evil of the mortal world, is it just this?"
The Torch Plague raged, struggling in fury, swelling again and again, yet unable to break through the suppression of solid alchemy.
He heard that cold voice echo.
"Ideals fall into the abyss, life withers in the passage of ti, laws beco shackles, freedom creates slaughter, flas extinguish in frosty rain, the mortal world collapses, transformations fall into cycles..."
"Among all the evils and hardships of the mortal world, there is one I am most adept at."
Ji Jue lifted his finger, gently, pointing at the twisted, shattered face: "Watch carefully."
He said, "This is the greatest honor of your life."
Boom!
Silver light burst from his fingertip, utterly consuming the entire wreckage of the Torch Plague, and more, the surging waves swept back, covering the entire Crack Realm.
Encompassing everything within, declaring true destruction and end to the insolent crafts of Zhi Fu before him.
Not a lie nad salvation, nor a delusion mistakenly believed as hope.
But eternal pure void!
Wherever the silver light passed, all fell into deathly silence, obliterated, with rcury flowing, endlessly blooming flowers easily taking root in the remnants of Zhi Fu's taint, assimilating everything completely.
Assimilate, assimilate, and assimilate again.
Until finally, splendid silver-white flowers blood everywhere, devouring all, in the deathly silence no more sound remained, no Ember, no Zhi Fu, no spiritual, no transformation, and no descent.
No matter how splendid and magnificent it appears, one would still instinctively shuddered, no matter how harmless and gentle it seed, only by being amidst it can one feel the fear that shatters the soul into wails of despair.
All of it is aningless.
Whether creation or destruction.
All desperately returns to eternal void, even if the flowers in the void are so splendid.
Including the Torch Plague.
One after another, flowers slowly blood from his remains, covering the charred, broken body, swathing the face riddled with charcoal and cracks.
Concealing the resentnt and bitterness on that face, no longer visible was the terror and trembling.
There were no more flas.
"You... you too..."
The face engulfed by flowers twitched, convulsed, the fractured voice resembling a sob: "You too... you the sa... you with ..."
The voice abruptly ceased, and beneath the flowers, the Torch Plague was utterly annihilated.
Only the final words, echoed within the dispersing silver light.
Contemptuous and cold.
"You dare?"
Ji Jue waved his hand, the spectacular flowers withered in an instant, and all returned to their original place.
Only a remnant hollow shell pulled by the silver light hung beside the wreck of the Work Cellar and the head of the Iron Valve, tallying to the third, yet failing to offset, looking even more terrifyingly grotesque.
As the wind swayed them, the wailing wind sounded like an eternal lant.
"Next one!"
Ji Jue turned emotionlessly, casting his eyes toward You Sui.
This ti, a figure resembling a dwarf erged from You Sui, like facing a formidable foe, stepping forward cautiously and vigilantly.
Trying to speak.
The next mont, with Ji Jue's flick, the long-accumulated Purple Lightning Black Fla erupted, pure light and heat transford into a flood of destruction, engulfing the cor entirely.
Burned to ashes!
The ashes gathered together, casually tossed beside the Torch Plague's fragnts, tallying to four.
"Not worth a blow, don't try to fool with such junk!"
Ji Jue looked coldly toward You Sui's direction, "Next one!"
The next one lasted longer.
Enduring under Pan Ying's storm of bloody flas for a full two seconds, then utterly vanished without a trace.
Ji Jue used the blade to lift a piece barely considered an intact bone, throwing it beside that mound of flying ashes.
Looking toward You Sui.
"Next one!"
The next, and then the next...
Just like an executioner's guillotine, welcoming one visitor after another, then hanging up one incomplete corpse after another.
One, two, three, four, five, six...
The eerie scene of the Ember of You Sui Decision unprecedented in the three occurrences over four centuries gradually unfolded before everyone's eyes.
So much so that, in the deathly silence between sea and sky, no other sound was heard.
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