Ji Jue's five fingers stretched out and once again grasped the void, as if holding onto an invisible hilt.
Suddenly, the Ten Thousand Hands formation in the sky changed again, the countless palms contracted and overlapped, disappearing from sight, leaving only a single hand suspended high above.
Yet at the sa ti, he felt a growing sense of calm and peace within his heart.
For him now, the Ten Thousand Hands were entirely useless, no matter how much they changed, they were just a burden. True creation and destruction, one hand was enough!
As that hand slowly rose, facing the sky, the five fingers spread.
The world suddenly plunged into darkness.
All light was completely blocked out.
Imdiately afterwards, a dim afterglow appeared between the five fingers. The originally sinister and eerie rcury Vortex also began to shimr with a spiritual luster.
It was as if it had been given a soul.
It ca to life!
In that sliver of afterglow, never-before-seen Divine Essence flowed, changing infinitely. In the end, the brilliance of that single afterglow shone like a scorching sun, illuminating everything.
It descended upon the earth, slashing down!
The obelisks shook violently, with spiritual brilliance interweaving, causing all creations to retreat and a blazing light rose up, rushing in only to shatter and scatter under the slash of the afterglow!
The sword blade moved forward, unstoppable.
Descending from the heavens!
The bell sounded again.
On the earth, the obelisks suddenly overloaded and collapsed.
When that seemingly unremarkable sword slashed down, the Sacred Place gained another deep crack, pillars fractured, walls collapsed.
But suddenly, a towering projection resembling a bell tower appeared from within.
On the giant bell, the solemn silhouette of an enormous being appeared for a mont, nacingly coiled, its vast wings unfurled, nearly transparent wings casting shadows that rose like a tide, collided head-on with the sword of afterglow!
"Holy shit—"
Outside the simulation, in front of the fleeting light, Jiang Tongguang had just raised his head, unable to contain his shock: "Saintly Essence and Dragon Blood Legacy?!"
What the hell brought this upon ?
Is this still a craftsman test?!
Who can tell him why he had just gone out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and the whole scene turned into this bizarre spectacle?!
Jiang Tongguang grabbed Gustav, in disbelief:
"What kind of powerful stuff did you add? This is so badass?"
The Saints laid the foundation of all things, the beginning of ti; the Dragons forged the world's end, the conclusion of ti.
If the Twelve Superior were the weaving of ti into a tapestry, then the Saints and Dragons were the crucial components at the beginning and end of that tapestry.
One as the beginning, the other as the end. Both magnificent manifestations surpassing the Heavenly People, capable of adding annotations to the present world, writing Doomsday Theory and Origin Theory into existence.
Yet now, such exalted and distant existences, how could they appear in a youth friendship performance on a random street?
Even if, compared to the true Saints and Dragons, it was not even a billionth of a billionth part.
But sothing is still better than nothing, truth is still truth.
No matter how shallow and clumsy the lofty essence may seem, it still...bears so mark!
"The young people nowadays, they are becoming more and more terrifying."
Jiang Tongguang could no longer smile.
It's one thing for the youth to surpass the old, but the new waves have just begun to froth, and he, the old wave, is already feeling chills.
This isn't a battle of apprentices at all, it's two legacies of Saints and Dragons duking it out remotely!
Even if it's just for such a brief mont!
"Such an absurd situation probably won't appear again in several decades, will it?"
With Gustav now under the guidance and support of the Heavenly Furnace, to so extent, he was already endorsed and recognized by a Grandmaster.
Moreover, this class produced so many outstanding talents, dazzling beyond dispute.
From now on, this might beco the norm in craftsman exams.
But even so, will such an absurd situation happen again in the next few decades or even hundreds of years?
"What do you think?"
Jiang Tongguang looked at Gustav: "As the pioneer, how do you feel?"
"I don't know."
Gustav was silent for a long ti, then slowly said: "I'm just thinking, if it were during my apprentice years, could I reach such a level..."
Jiang Tongguang was stunned for a mont, then looked over:
"And, the answer?"
Gustav just remained silent, not answering.
He quietly gazed at the fleeting light, at the battle between heaven and earth within.
After a long while, he let out a silent sigh.
"Long ago, my teacher told : actually, everyone has their own ideal self in their heart. When people fantasize, they believe they can beco that person, as long as they try hard enough..."
"But reality is different."
He said softly, "Because reality does not need fantasies."
Nor do they exist.
No matter how one beautifies, embellishes, and decorates, the world remains cruel in the end.
Like Sisyphus's futile climb day after day, the rise and fall in the quagmire.
When suffering and setbacks crush down like stones, only through collisions and friction can one glimpse their true self. Only under enough pressure can one understand whether one's nature is stone or jade.
Therefore, there is always a need for grinding, self-reflection, and setbacks—
"A person's form is shaped by the world."
"When despair hits and knocks a person down, arrogance and pride vanish. Only when one falls into the abyss and finds it hard to rise again, does one understand: true talent is the ability to create possibility from the impossible."
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