"All Things Self-transform, All Things Self-form..."
In front of the deepest recesses of the lting Furnace, amidst a surge of green flas, Elder Anvil threw the materials in his hand into the fire with a sigh: "For the mundane of You Sui to forge the Heavenly Artisan of Ember, this sword, I fear, has been hidden for quite a long ti?"
He said, "The skill of the Heavenly Furnace, truly remarkable."
"Getting agitated?"
A distant shadow outside the workshop sneered, "I thought Elder Anvil could be Unmoving as a Mountain, but now it seems your temper is not as high-reaching as rumored."
"I am no monster with plans without flaws, wisdom deep as the sea. In the face of true worldly transformation, I am ultimately just a re ordinary."
Temporary gains and losses, though unrelated to the grand sche, how could one not feel frustrated?"
Elder Anvil turned to look at his invited guest and suddenly asked, "I heard you interacted with that young man before?"
"Yes."
"What do you think?"
"Haven't you already probed him? Why bother posing the question?"
Jian Yuan glanced at him and slowly said: "Though truly a talent of fine jade, however, it would be best if you extinguish such thoughts early."
"Why?" Elder Anvil asked.
Jian Yuan reached in, pinched fingers, and took out a dagger that had been nurtured for a long ti, bowed his head to look at it, his wrist trembled slightly, and at once, cracks appeared on the dagger.
The winding cracks slashed across the face in the reflection.
"Many talents and fine jades exist in this world, yet they are entirely different from each other.
So people are dicine, so are poison, and so fall in between, making them indistinguishable and irresistibly itchy... precisely because of this, those who fancy themselves extraordinary willingly open their mouths, risking their life for a trial."
Jian Yuan flung the dagger back into the furnace, sighing aningfully: "Once swallowed down, by the ti you realize it's wrong, it's already too late for regret.
Why must you inflict suffering upon yourself?"
"...I don't truly feel so."
In the reflection of green flas, a certain radiance flickered in Elder Anvil's pupils, smiling silently: "What does it matter, whether poison or dicine?"
dicine lies in purity, poison in intensity.
Is there really anything hard to discern?
When you start to doubt what you hold in your hand, surely you should already understand — if it were truly a good dicine, why hesitate?
The ddling is rely due to regret and luck.
Yet, when a hint of venom mingles in with the good dicine, it ceases to be pure. Since engaging with Ember, why entangle endlessly with Zhi Fu, how can one possess such amazing affinity and adaptability?
Perhaps, from the beginning, Ji Jue never cared for the difference between the two.
But what of it?
That instinctive arrogance has long sealed the final fate.
Caring or not is not the crux, just like Jian Yuan's status as You Sui Craftsman, even untouched by affliction, how could it influence a single iota?
From the mont Ji Jue ceased to care, he was already possessed.
In the dead silence of darkness, Elder Anvil spoke no more, gazing at the Fla Light within the furnace, full of expectation.
There's no need to rush, just a bit more heat.
Just a little bit.
After such a long wait, why mind a few more days and nights?
Wait a bit longer.
It won't be long before Ji Jue realizes that what he desires is rely an illusion, a void, and then will understand where the true path lies...
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At this mont, when Ji Jue once again opened his eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling before him, the real question erged from his mind.
Don't tell where I ca from or where I'm going.
First tell , where the hell am I?!"
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