"If we assu the myriad things in the world are like books, entering the library and storing them, 'na' is a direction, a special label. A thod that allows you to find the desired phenona in the fastest way."
Tong Shan said: "If approached from this perspective—how is an absolutely pure and blank phenonon different from sothing that doesn't exist?
It's even more illusory, more indescribable than so-called fate.
Then, how can it be summarized and described? Since it cannot be summarized and described, how can it point? How can it be observed, recorded as a record in the eye?
The ether sees all things as information and ssages, but how can sothing that has no information appear in this existence?"
Ji Jue was silent, his eyes widened.
As if in shock, he was dumbstruck, as if he finally realized his own mistake.
"Na? Directionality..."
In a flash of inspiration, the opening sentence about Chun Jun in the Xiang Sword Ninth Form suddenly appeared in his mind, seemingly quoted from more ancient texts and fragnts, without any annotation.
"...The na that can be nad is not the eternal na?"
The important thing is not the blank and the existence, but the 'na' written by the Swordsmith, the direction given... from the beginning, I went into a wrong track!
Direction!
Directionality is what's most important!
"I see, I understand now!"
As if enlightened in an instant, Ji Jue's mind was suddenly clear, and in a mont, nurous conflicting records seed to be completely connected.
Why is every sword's description completely different, why is the ultimate manifestation of each Chun Jun totally distinct apart from the basics...
In other words, it's not the ether's direction, but the Swordsmith's direction, the 'na' given by the Swordsmith!
But ironically, Ji Jue was still stuck in the mindset of Fluid Alchemy, persisting on purification, so that there was no result at all, but he didn't expect...
At this mont, it wasn't about doing subtraction, it was about adding materials!
He suddenly stood up.
"I'm sorry to disturb you." Ji Jue couldn't bother with formalities: "I have an urgent matter!"
"Go, go."
Tong Ting, as if not surprised by the strangeness, smiled and waved his hand.
Ji Jue was seen darting away, and then... three minutes later, he darted back again.
Faster than before!
Tong Ting's movent paused again, puzzled.
But Ji Jue's smile beca more eager and humble, "I just rembered, the notebook at ho is finished, can you give so?"
Therefore, Tong Ting could no longer hold it in.
Helplessly, he looked up and sighed.
"These chickens, you truly didn't give them in vain..."
Two chickens solved many problems, yet they could still be consud and taken away?!
Who on earth invented such a troublemaker like a craftsman?
He helplessly waved his hand.
Ten minutes later, loaded with large bags, carrying several boxes filled with freely acquired materials, stuffing Little Ox's trunk to the brim, Ji Jue finally, reluctantly, took three steps back to wave goodbye to Tong Ting at the door.
And like that, finally went far.
For a long ti, Tong Ting still stood at the door, vigilantly watching, worried this troublemaker would make a coback.
After confirming he truly left this ti, he couldn't help but look up and let out a long sigh. Now, Tong Ting finally understood why the old man suddenly decided to go out for a walk today... fortunately, he left early, otherwise his blood pressure wouldn't hold!
Good news, Ji Jue truly didn't treat the Tong family as outsiders.
Bad news, he truly didn't plan to be a person...
.
.
"Kokekokoko, Isis, I am no longer human!"
In the workshop of the Doomsday Special Train, in front of a vast lting Furnace, Ji Jue, feeling the ascending changes within the flas, couldn't help but dance with joy.
To this, Isis remained calm.
She never regarded Ji Jue as human... What normal person behaves like this?
Stir trouble on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; go mad on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday; assassinate Xu Chaoxian on Sunday.
Wherever he goes, a place explodes, a casual thought births stunning wisdom, slightly neglect it and it spawns secret weapons and surprising miracles... If Isis had a body, she would have suffered a cerebral hemorrhage long ago with such a master.
"Yes, yes, I see, I fully understand now!"
Ji Jue laughed wildly, as the Fierce Fla extended, manipulating the rising light within the furnace, changing, catalyzing it further...
It was simply like a chain disaster.
After the first domino was pushed over, Ji Jue's long-baffled thoughts suddenly opened up, and then all the sparks flew and lightning flashed, solving one problem, then two, then three, and subsequently all sorts of pitfalls and unknowns were interconnected.
The Chun Jun, labeled as number one in spirituality within the Xiang Sword Ninth Form, endlessly useful, was fundantally without a fixed form.
It's like a similar seed, planted by different craftsn, grows into different appearances... ultimately the effects wildly vary, depending on the person.
Of course, there are differences in mastery and thods, but more importantly, it's about the craftsn's fusion of ether and Ascension, ultimately giving Chun Jun its changing quality.
No wonder the teacher suggested he try Chun Jun first, once Chun Jun is completed, Spiritual refinent can be initiated as well.
The fetal form of Chun Jun exists between being and non-being, can change freely, and the fully ford Chun Jun, through gradual honing and nurturing, can even completely transcend the shackles of materiality, existing in a purely spiritual state!
Its wonderful uses vary with the individual, capable of avoiding disaster and protecting its master, crossing seas, climbing mountains, or acting as a guardian and Death Soldier, ever-vigilant day and night...
Its spirituality is, in essence, created by humans. This is fundantally a self-directed, self-spirited sword born from the craftsman's spiritual essence, record, and guidance!
Unlike Isis, who exists as the spirit of the workshop from the mont of birth, taking over many cumberso controls for the craftsman.
It is more like an extension and tool of the swordsmith's limbs, a shadow that follows at every step, a self-regulating sword spirit.
An ever-loyal hound.
Beside the lting Furnace, in a giant nest, Little Ox suddenly felt a chill all over, curiously looking up and surveying the surroundings—everything seed normal, so why did he feel like he was about to be optimized away?
Boom!
In that instant, the door of the lting Furnace abruptly opened.
A shrill scream rose from within the Fierce Fla, howls and cries spread out, blood coloring everything in sight, cascading like a fountain, subrging the feet.
Soon, when the hallucination faded, a grotesque remnant sword, flesh writhing, countless eyes opening and closing, curling and twisting, appeared in Ji Jue's hand.
Failure.
Without a change in expression, Ji Jue flicked his hand and used the Dissociation Technique, instantly destroying it.
Once the old problem was solved, a new one arose… Although Chunjun is a self-directed, self-spirited sword, changes all originate from the swordsmith, resulting in a high similarity to the swordsmith.
So much so… when paired with a creator like Ji Jue, the chances of Mutation are explosively high!
"Fourteen failures."
Isis seed to gloat, sighing: "This ti it was Erosion from the Museum causing Mutation, sothing that hasn't happened before—Sir, if I were you, I would consider if Zhi Fu is coming for you."
"Take a break and start again."
Ji Jue rubbed his face, invigorated, even if frustrated repeatedly, it didn't matter, he finally found that slight feeling.
Failures before were because of dead ends and blind stumbling, but now, it's rely so trouble and grind on the right path, the direction is correct, so all investnt is worthwhile.
Even if countless materials were poured into the furnace like water, consuming assets worth tens of millions in just two days…
Yet, it's too expensive.
Even Ji Jue now felt a bit overwheld, heart aching, fortunately, there was a solution.
"The recruitnt frequency needs to be increased." Ji Jue remarked, "I'll raise the employees' KPI this month, make everyone suffer a bit, I'll take care of the sales."
"Received, Mr. Lu Feng has been notified."
Isis, aiding and abetting, calmly devised a new baiting plan, while raising the original production targets substantially, and ordered another batch of stimulants from Xinxiang Sanatorium, enough for the upcoming months, so the free labor could work themselves to the bone till sparks fly...
And after a brief rest, Ji Jue once again stood in front of the lting Furnace.
Radiant.
Self-directed, self-spirited, self-composed… With theories and techniques of the Nine Types swirling in his mind, watching nurous materials thrown again into the darkness.
Then, he once again drew the Bone Knife, adding another bloody cut to his scarred wrist.
Thick blood glowed a vivid red, snaking out like a serpent, and plunged into the furnace.
Then it was Ji Jue's own spiritual essence.
A dim light rose from between his fingers, gradually enlarging, originating from Ji Jue's spiritual essence untouched by any Purification, yet uniformly carrying nurous imprints and auras belonging to him.
Cast into the blood and fire, rging instantly.
Imdiately, Ji Jue fished out a record book produced by the Tong family, a blank page with wisps of gold trimming erging with Ji Jue's na. As the Matrix opened, nurous complex records were imprinted within, using it as origin and direction.
Awaiting the mont when blood, fire, spirit, and iron complete their extraction, it was thrown into the furnace again.
What followed was a seamless operation, control over the fire, the Ascension of spiritual and material essence, Purification amidst transformation, all integrated without hindrance.
Thus, within the silent Fierce Fla, a familiar glimr rose once again.
Having unknowingly repeated the process countless tis, sothing subtle seed different, though all perceptions were exactly the sa as before, all changes indistinct.
Yet Ji Jue inexplicably felt a strange sense of calm inside.
Like an intuition, an unfounded realization erged—this ti it might succeed, this ti it could work, this ti there might be no problem.
Until… the sound of shattering erged from the furnace once again!
The originally seamless transformation was abruptly severed.
All returned to silence.
"Seems like it's another failure, sir." Isis sighed softly.
Ji Jue said nothing, waving his hand to open the furnace, what he saw were several fragnts that shattered before they could take form, so as small as sand particles, others no larger than a finger.
Those crystal-clear fragnts reflected a rcury-like glow.
As if a mirror had shattered on the ground.
"No."
Ji Jue couldn't help but smile: "Isis, I succeeded."
In that mont, countless mirror-like fragnts reflected Ji Jue's face, erging with an identical appearance, lips moving, echoing his voice.
With him, they smiled.
From the smile, Invisible Flas rose from the mirror, enveloping that gentle face, tearing away the disguise, burning away the veil, in countless fragnts, countless bizarre shadows burning in the flas raised their heads like demons from Hell, silently grinning.
Finally, bowed submissively.
In just an instant.
Soon, the countless mirrors quietly faded away, the miraculous replaced by nothingness, rapidly disintegrating into ashes.
That transforming and ascending Divine Essence of Chunjun ultimately dissipated completely.
And Ji Jue could no longer contain himself, bursting into laughter.
——Xiang Sword Ninth Type·Chunjun, trial succeeded!
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