Then, he felt sothing being stuffed into his hand.
It was… a mask.
A Punishnt Team mask!
"You know the rules."
Jiang Tongguang's smile vanished all of a sudden, as he said, "Later soone will take you to the Association's workshop. If you need anything, ring the Bell and soone will co. Whatever you need, there will be no questions.
Go through all the files and identity we gave you, morize them, get all your preparations done, and be ready to move out at any ti."
In that instant of stillness, Ji Jue nodded, suddenly understanding.
Right after, the door in front of him opened out of thin air and swallowed them whole.
Inside the Majestic Hall, it was still dead silent; even breathing sounded crystal clear.
The originally broad and empty space expanded once again, becoming so grand and vast it was like an entire stadium, to the point it was hard to tell if it was real or not.
Right inside the Majestic Hall, door after door stood up out of nowhere; in the silence, not a single sound could be heard from behind them.
The whole space of Tianshu was actually under the Association's control and domination; at this mont they rely temporarily plugged a few workshops below certain sequences into the jurisdiction of the Majestic Hall, that was all.
They even had ti itself under control.
Ji Jue had no idea how long he'd stayed in the workshop provided by the Association.
A few days? Or maybe a few weeks? What was happening outside?
He almost suspected the Association had forgotten him, or even… that this might be the Association's sche, an excuse to imprison him.
No one answered his questions. His only way of communicating with the outside world was to tick off materials on the supply list provided by the Association, and then those materials would be sent into the workshop.
In the lightless gloom, only the Fla Light from the lting Furnace rose and flickered.
All he could do was pick up the docunts and records on the table, everything he was supposed to know, and carve it all into his instincts and bones.
The Water Mill Skill pushed forward the completion of his rebirth form, as he made all his preparations.
Until finally, a knock sounded on the door.
Jiang Tongguang's face appeared from outside.
"How long has it been?"
"Not long, just a day."
In his hand he held an hourglass riddled with cracks, its sand almost completely drained: "This is the last bit of ti the Association could buy for you.
Are you all set?"
"Yeah."
Ji Jue nodded, put on his mask once more, and followed behind Jiang Tongguang as they stepped into the Majestic Hall again, hearing his reminder:
"Careful. Don't go off the rails."
The mont he looked up, his scalp crawled and his whole body tightened.
He almost had a stress reaction.
"…The fuck?"
Right in front of him, in the hall, twelve figures stood silently, all quiet and motionless, tall or short, fat or thin, each different in build—but the one thing they all shared was the pure, utterly unmasked Zhi Fu aura constantly rising off their bodies.
Even the air bent under the Invisible aura, refracting faint rainbows; the floor underfoot cracked open, revealing living flesh-like patterns.
At that mont, they all turned in unison to look over.
They saw Jiang Tongguang.
And the figure behind him… that body wreathed head to toe in pitch-black flas.
Savage, violent.
Just his breathing alone felt like it froze the entire Majestic Hall solid; the air burned like charcoal, Invisible flas leaping and surging from his body, as if about to set the whole world ablaze.
In the Spiritual Vision Illusion, all things turned to Dust, everything shrouded in flas, howling in vain.
The instant the sky-blotting darkness rushed toward them, his breath locked up on its own.
A shiver ran through him on pure instinct.
Another powerhouse?!
"First ti playing You Sui. If anything feels off, rember to give a heads-up, yeah."
Ji Jue sought Jiang Tongguang's opinion, but all he got was an extrely complicated look.
"Just rember to keep it contained. Don't go too far," Jiang Tongguang sighed. "We're infiltrating You Sui to assassinate a Craftsman Grandmaster, not here to replace the Craftsman Grandmaster, all right?"
For a mont, Ji Jue was speechless; in silence, he rged into the team.
Like a genuine wild Wolf poking its head around in a pack of huskies.
Full of curiosity.
Checking this one out, sniffing that one.
What a coincidence, brother, you're into this too…
It was just a pity the Punishnt Team masks were such a nuisance; otherwise, wouldn't this be the perfect ti to swap numbers, add each other as friends, and share so advanced tips?
"The plan's right here, detailed down to every segnt. morize it within three minutes, then get ready."
Before putting on his mask, Jiang Tongguang handed different pages to each person and told them bluntly, "Each of you has your own mission and target. Don't pry into anyone else's mission, and don't trust anyone but yourself.
As long as you can complete your mission, the Association won't追究 anything else. Besides that, I hope that even if you die, you die on the way to carrying out the mission, and best if not even your bones remain. Understood?"
No one answered. The crowd stayed silent, listening quietly.
There was no need to declare anything; the mont they nodded back when they didn't even know when, everything had already been decided. What remained was only to stake their lives and deliver this overreaching strike, nothing more.
"When do we move?"
Ji Jue was the last to ask.
"Relax, soon."
Jiang Tongguang let out one last sigh and put on his mask. "Soone will create the opening for us."
In that instant, outside Tianshu, a deafening boom erupted.
In the vast, majestic End, an old craftsman, leaning on his cane, took one step after another toward the Crack Realm, toward that battlefield that belonged to him alone.
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