At that instant, Ji Jue finally saw it.
The so-called "Vortex"!
Whether it was burning or freezing, collapsing or shattering, overturning or obliterating... rely looking at it brought countless fantasies or bygone histories to life before one's eyes.
Touch revealed only an endless, profound abyss of darkness.
As if plumting into a bottomless abyss...
When the engine's spray of light burst forth in all directions, it fell within Spring City, connecting the massive objects buried everywhere within.
Causing a row of giant alchemy creations to overload and operate, burning red-hot, scattering countless streams of light in all directions, breaking through Tian Yuan's blockade, and following invisible tracks, flying toward the facilities already set up throughout Hai Province...
In an instant, spreading everywhere!
That was... the Sky Rail reinvented by Jian Yuan!
An Evil Cult had worked cunning plans for countless years and seasons, moving through city-states, within cities, in wildernesses, in ruins, planting silent alchemy creations everywhere, setting up Secret Rituals.
Waiting for the designated day to co.
At this mont, with a snap of the fingers, countless rays of invisible light wove a net that completely enveloped Hai Province, and not satisfied with just that, even extending toward the Endless Sea and all directions...
Under the dark depths of Spring City, amid nurous living sacrifices and corpse offerings, a bare-chested old monk slowly lifted his eyes, the sutra-seams on his lips breaking one by one, opening his mouth, chanting scriptures already tainted by Mutated Pollution, with thunder bursting forth from his eyes.
One couldn't hear his words, just the massive flow of spiritual essence.
And when the seven-day-long recitation ended at that instant, countless words seed to overlap at that mont, rising into the sky.
Pouring into the intersecting wounds.
Thus, from the praise woven of infinite wicked thoughts, sights, hearings, and imaginations, the Vortex vibrated and erupted with thunder.
As if a bell toll had been struck.
Gloomy and fierce, it resonated along the tracks created by Jian Yuan, echoing through the entirety of Hai Province, spreading.
Issuing a call...
And thus, the whole world froze, utter silence reigned.
Where the bell touched, everyone stiffened in place.
In the cities, in the wilderness, in ruins or fields, forr battlefields and burial grounds, within the soil, among the corpses, inside tombs, the so-called Holy Halls of the Underground Church, even within human bodies, streaks of inky mist rose like fog.
The tornts of Tian Yuan's shackles, the grudges of White Deer's tyranny, the thirst of those unable to achieve Ascension, the greed from exhaustive scheming, the pain from strife, the death from the poison of disasters, the delusion of indulging in fantasy...
Through the long ages, those evils that lay silent in the land and in souls surged like the tides, heed the call.
And then...
— "Sins of the four seas, converge here!"
At that mont, in the sky above, within the rainbow glow threatening to collapse under the onslaught of fierce light, a sigh and soft laughter could be heard.
"Potter, this ga, is mine to win."
With Lu Changsheng's words, the ground trembled, endless darkness surged forth!
Sins as deep as the sea, evils like a torrent.
When the sins accumulated over hundreds of years throughout Hai Province converged in one place, it transford into a pitch-black celestial waterfall that enshrouded all of Spring City!
Covering everything, inch by inch it descended!
The torrent of fierce light showed no delay, instantly resisting the black celestial waterfall right in front, stubbornly holding back the evil of the entire Hai Province, just as it once held up the entirety of Spring City!
Without hesitation.
At that mont, within Spring City, everyone looking up into the sky couldn't help but shudder.
If the celestial waterfall were to descend, along with an eruption of Spring City... Hai Province is so vast, how many places could survive?
.
It was as if the world might destroy the next instant.
Doomsday had arrived.
The firmant collapsed, the earth quaked, everything crumbled away.
Just like decades ago, the very sa things this city had encountered...
Those wails buried beneath the ninth stratum, those cries entombed under rubble, as well as uncollected bones, lingering residual spirits, seed to co alive again.
Under never-before-seen Mutated Pollution, past remnants reappeared before the eyes, then rapidly faded, akin to a fleeting glimpse of light, passing in a flash.
Right in front of Ji Jue.
Across the broken face, blood slowly stread down, falling into the unseen soil. Within the ascending flas, figures in anguish vanished from sight.
As if sobbing sounds rose, in the trampling, unnoticed.
A child, seated helplessly on the ground, struggled in vain, looking around, calling out, seeing only ruins. Until a staggered and slender figure rushed over, falling and getting up, crawling forward, holding her tight.
So tightly.
Bowing her head, she whispered comfortingly, smiling as if saying sothing, yet it was inaudible.
Only tears slowly fell from that pale face.
Grazing the smile.
Reflecting the last fading light.
Ji Jue subconsciously reached out, wanting to touch, but the illusion quickly disappeared.
They had long been dead.
Died many years ago.
Forgotten by people, overlooked by people, buried by people...
Out of the somber silence, he gazed blankly around, his voice hoarse, "...What will beco of Hai Province?"
Jian Yuan pondered for a mont, "Half polluted, I suppose."
"And Cliff City?"
"If luck holds, it might escape, given the distance."
Jian Yuan answered uncaringly, "But even so, what does it have to do with you?"
Ji Jue glared with rising anger, wanting to speak, but then he saw his smile.
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