The accumulation that should have been completed gradually over a long ti was achieved in one fell swoop.
The subtle process accelerated into a transformative upheaval.
The uncontrollable high temperature raged within Ji Jue's body, and after absorbing countless remnants of fla, it fell into Ji Jue's blood, instantly turning crimson to silver-white.
Like the streaming molten iron in a steel furnace, flickering and flowing, the blood of mundane creatures is henceforth replaced, integrating the embers of miracles and creation.
Blessing · [Blood of the lting Furnace], ford in an instant!
In the agony of severe pain and burning heat, a voice seemingly akin to an illusion was heard.
Filled with joy and satisfaction.
A final farewell.
"Upon your heart and deeds, the Embers bear witness."
That distant voice ca from the depths of the Heavenly Furnace Phenonon, like a light laugh, telling him:
"——From now on, take care."
No one responded.
In the long dead silence, amidst the gradually cooling seawater, only a pale hand struggled spasmodically, extending out.
Toward the sky where the phenonon gradually fades.
Using the last ounce of strength.
Raising a finger.
[Get lost!]
The encroaching darkness and dizzying haze swallowed everything.
Amidst the gurgling sounds, the fainted Ji Jue fell into the sea.
The seawater was icy cold, with no trace of teardrops.
.
.
As if subrged in the sea.
In the distant darkness, gradually descending.
Serene and peaceful sinking, endlessly downward, but always unable to discern the sparkling illusion above the water surface.
Born from the water, and once again falling into the water, the boundary between life and death is so blurred, as if there's no distinction.
For a tool, it's rely transitioning from one void to another.
Neither reluctant nor attached.
It should be this way.
But when she opened her eyes from the solitary long dream, seeing that smiling face once again, she could not hold back.
Instinctively...
The spiritual quality flickered.
"Good morning, Isis."
Ji Jue knocked on the container, waved with a smile: "The false dream has ended, did you rest well?"
He said: "Welco to reality."
Isis was silent.
Did not speak.
In the prolonged silence, starlight ascends and descends, bright and extinguished without sound.
Like reluctant eyes scrutinizing the face before her.
"Is it you, sir?"
"Of course."
Ji Jue was stunned, then tense, worried if he broke sothing accidentally while pulling.
"..."
Isis gazed at that familiar contour, filled with confusion: "Your appearance was really beyond my expectations. But it doesn't matter, please don't mind.
I am your tool and do not care about your beauty or ugliness."
"..."
Ji Jue was dazed.
"Well, I still care a little," Isis sighed, "but not that much...How much would it cost to restore to the previous appearance?"
Thus, the swollen, bruised face twitched again, as if recalling so unpleasant mories.
Muttering phrases like 'I tripped while walking,' 'Accidentally stumbled,' 'Then fell twice more.'
That awkward and helpless look was so familiar.
Made her unable to hold back a light laugh.
"Long ti no see."
She said, "My master."
"Ah?"
Ji Jue was stunned, suddenly lifting his head: "What did you say?"
"Work."
Isis replied imdiately.
The starlight eyes diverted their gaze, looking around: "I just said, given the current environnt, I don't see any necessity for work."
In the basent, a scene of chaos.
Various ssy tools piled up, scattered all around, amid a jumbled array of instrunts, cables intertwined, the starlight in the container sighed regretfully.
"Your workshop... well, if this place can be considered a workshop, I, as a tool, really have nothing to say. Even if Zhi Fu descends one day, it might shed tears for your poverty and plight, wouldn't it?"
Isis gradually beca cautious, looking at her creator: "You aren't going to say that tis are tough, and want to go out and earn money to afford the equipnt for the workshop, are you?"
"Wh... what are you thinking!" Ji Jue was shocked.
"You seed to hesitate for a mont."
"No!"
Ji Jue shook his head decisively: "That's how it is with our college start-up company, though it's a bit shabby, no salaries or subsidies, no workshop, so we make do with the basent. But potential, the important thing is potential, do you understand?!
Our business is booming, Isis!
If you join now, you'll be a shareholder, or even the legal representative. How can you not cherish such a valuable opportunity!"
In the second minute after resurrection, before there was ti for emotion, the familiar barking of dogs was heard.
Isis suddenly wanted to die again.
"So, the job—"
The artificial soul returning to employnt sighed helplessly, accepting reality: "Where's the work?"
"Hmm, let think..."
Ji Jue pondered, turned around, and looked at the narrow ventilation window in the basent corner. Beyond the window, the sky was azure, and white clouds drifted.
A cool breeze blew in from afar.
Ji Jue said: "The weather is nice today!"
"So?"
"So, you'll mix the paint and hand over the tools, and I'll do the construction."
Ji Jue smacked his palm, his eyes shining: "Too much debt to worry about, too big a task to panic over, we can talk about the special train issues later. Let's take advantage of the good weather and paint the wall, how about that?"
[?]
Starlight within the container gathered, sketching the outline of a question mark.
Questioning whether its master's mind was clear.
Unfortunately, his mind seed never to have been clear.
So, just do it.
The decision was made, whether happily or not.
Half an hour later, a chanical arm stretched out through the narrow window, forlornly holding a bucket of paint and various tools, handing them over to a user on the ladder.
In the warm afternoon, under the cool sea breeze, Ji Jue, dressed in a vest, stepped onto the ladder, enthusiastically returning to his old trade, beginning to deal with the peeling and fading wall.
The standalone small house near the seaside was gradually painted pure white with his strokes.
It looked brand new.
It's a pity that occasionally passersby, seeing the bruised and battered wall painter on the ladder, would instinctively quicken their pace and hurry away.
Damn, they must have seen the illegal factory!
Even beaten like that, still had to work... Could it be the lair of so criminal organization?
So miserable!
Unfortunately, the only one facing this grim reality here was an artificial soul.
While the person who orchestrated all of this was thoroughly enjoying it.
In the midst of crowing calls, a small creature retracted its wings, landed on the eaves, and curiously observed the scene in front of it, unexpectedly caught by a chanical arm's grab.
It was curiously examined.
"Sir, what is this?"
"Seems like a light-vented bulbul, a common bird around here, poops everywhere, very annoying," Ji Jue glanced and said, "You probably haven't seen it before, in the past, this place was full of evil things, not many normal birds around. Don't worry, you'll see lots from now on."
The chanical arm squeezed.
A squirt of bird poop shot out from fright.
Released, the terrified bird flapped its wings and flew away.
Indeed, very annoying.
"Sir, what's that?"
Isis pointed to the green growth sprouting from the roof.
"Banyan... Oh, shit, a banyan tree?!"
Ji Jue was shocked, fumbling: "Help out here, pull this thing out. Once it takes root, it'll block the entire drainage system. It's very troubleso."
"Got it."
Isis cooperated steadily, uprooting it rcilessly.
Along with half a chunk of wall skin.
"..."
Ji Jue's expression twitched, shaking his head silently.
Doesn't matter, there's still half a bag of cent left in the yard, patch it up and repaint, and it's done.
These second-hand old houses, besides being a bit bigger, everything deteriorates quickly.
But with repairs, they beco rejuvenated again.
The work continued.
Isis silently assisted, until the last gap was filled, the last patch of faded pink painted over in white.
The star-lit eyes lifted, gazing together with the Creator at the high, far sky, and the buildings and city stretching into the distance, for a long ti.
"Sir."
"Hm?"
"Where is this?"
"Ho."
Ji Jue smiled.
He sat on the rooftop, feeling the afternoon sunlight, staring at the simple yet sincere all below.
Clearly, there was nothing, yet it could bear imnse expectations. Just sitting here, even with nothing, he could feel a deep sense of peace and joy.
He stroked the container of the Spirit of Workshop in his arms, telling her:
"This is our ho."
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