Overlooking the flow of all spirituality, perceiving every flaw and defect.
"Almost ti; it's ti for a change."
With Ji Jue's soft murmur, at that mont, two Spiritual Hands entwined with black fire slowly extended from his back.
Shadow of the Soul, manifest!
Then, all the hands reached into the void and clenched tightly. A dreamlike Spiritual Sword glowed and grew between his fingers!
Chun Jun!
For revising spirituality and rectifying Spirituality, what could be a more suitable carving knife than Chun Jun?
In an instant, four Spiritual Blades extended, spread, lifted, and without hesitation, cut!
Crushing the old form, erecting a new structure!
In an instant, spirituality erupted; the spiritual structure and blessing of the Poison Heart Ring violently shook, as if they might collapse in the next mont!
The already solidified structure enduring relentless dismantling and destruction, while the new structure rapidly grew and ford at the branches...
Everything happening in this complex spiritual construct, deeply interconnected, was utterly bewildering.
It was as if dismantling a tricycle speeding at a hundred and twenty on the highway while maintaining the engine, replacing every part including the fra, and finally transforming it into a supercar that could exceed three hundred kiloters per hour!
The fusion of new and old structures, the distribution of proportions, the details of connections, the direction of spirituality flow, the maintenance and catalysis of Spirituality, and even the correction of the blessing itself.
In a single mont, countless changes were manifesting from the void.
Yet effortlessly, as smooth as flowing water!
Using non-attack reconstruction, Chun Jun disassembly, Dissociation Technique destruction, and Fluid Alchemy to enhance the essence and catalyze spirituality... The roles and tasks between the four hands continuously flowed and changed, collaborating seamlessly as one.
Isis, presiding over the workshop, filled in gaps, provided tools, adjusted the activity level of spirituality, and maintained the activation of both spiritual and material properties.
A flawless coordination.
And among it all, the true focus was on the correction of the blessing itself!
[Eternal Forget], [Hidden Anger and Resentnt], [Desire Fire Burning Body], these three blessings also changed under the correction of the Spiritual Blade.
The blessing, having once been revised, underwent another correction, enhancing Eternal Forget's stability and protection of spirituality, even at the cost of diminishing the efficacy of reverting to its original appearance. The interchange and linkage between [Hidden Anger and Resentnt] and [Desire Fire Burning Body] increased while the effect of extracting and purifying emotions weakened, boosting the magnitude and scale of release and absorption.
The connections and mutual interference among the three were exceedingly complex, yet ultimately they had to be forcibly unified into a single entity, avoiding mutual conflict.
Rebirth and transformation, born anew!
One by one, Spiritual Circuits vanished into thin air, as the Superior Emblem flickered, in the cycle of life and death, the previous visage of the Poison Heart Ring had quietly vanished without a trace, replaced by a new structure so vast that even the entire workshop struggled to contain it.
Magnificent, grand, and solemnly cold.
As if standing in a sanctuary.
Basing on the spiritual structure of the Nether Sea Worm as a foundational template, it was rectified anew, integrating it completely into the four teeming and boiling streams of rcury, rging the two into one.
In the end, as the four hands slowly ca together once more, the sprawling Spiritual Circuits collapsed and folded; in the crisp countdown, they rged into the surging rcury, gradually disappearing from sight.
Once, within the ring, the reflection of spirituality that resembled a ghostly evil shadow was now entirely different.
In the rippling iridescent light, within the rcury, a blurred face appeared intermittently, like a deceased subrged deep in the abyss, yet the sleeping face was so serene and peaceful, devoid of resentnt and sorrow.
Looking at it for a long ti, one might feel that the corner of her mouth seed to curve slightly upward.
Sweetly asleep.
Awaiting awakening and rebirth.
Now, just the final step remains.
"Sir, considering the situation in Hai Province, such creation is undeniably mad."
Before the start of the third project, Isis gave a final reminder: "Have you considered the precarious reputation you have and the impact it might bring?"
"What impact could there possibly be?"
Ji Jue was indifferent, posing a counter-question: "Is there any ember that is not utterly mad, any craftsman that is not notorious?"
"You were never ant to be like this."
Isis was placid, without a trace of disdain or resentnt, calm as ever: "The collapse of heaven and earth has nothing to do with you."
"Perhaps."
Ji Jue lowered his eyes, staring into the serene, shimring rcury:
"Since I was young, my mother told , if you do your best to make things a little better, your world will be a bit better, and the more good things everyone does together, the better the world will beco.
Yet clearly, I've done everything I can do... why does the world still look like this?
Who's wrong after all? Is it ? Or is it this world?
I can't figure it out."
Isis remained silent.
"However, at least I've realized one thing—"
Ji Jue lifted his head, looked at her, and suddenly chuckled softly: "Things have already gotten this bad, so why hold back any longer?"
Having fallen to this extent, is there really still room to go lower? Rotting to this state, no matter what changes occur, it's considered an ascent, right?
So why not follow my thod?!
That damn thing of a Heavenly Furnace, even with a thousand reasons to loathe it, was correct on one point—this is the nature of a craftsman!
Arrogant, and then, bear the consequences, ultimately, reaping what you sow.
Since you can't bear it anymore, then just do it yourself, no need to be overly cautious, no need to overthink, screw everything!
"Project Three, initiate."
Ji Jue finally commanded, "Prepare to unseal your new gift, Isis."
Just like that, under the constraint of the repulsion field in the workshop, the surging rcury once again vibrated intensely.
Activation phase, start!
Not just the workshop, at this mont, at the core of the Coastal Industry, the massive factory rooftop slowly opened, strands of blue light lit up along the high-voltage cables suspended in mid-air.
Under the afternoon sun, the interiors of buildings suddenly dimd, lights went out, all civilian power was cut off, and the towering wind towers in Hai Province emitted a roar.
Imnse power flowed through cables buried deep underground, converging towards the new spring, blinding blue light and sharp buzzing emanated from each transforr unit.
In the end, the entire sky seed to dim.
In the piercing alarm sound, all onlookers were urgently dispersed, followed by thick electric arcs shooting out from within the factory.
In a short mont, tens of thousands of electric arcs danced, rising and falling, intertwining like a torrent, undergoing a rough spiritual transformation and adhesion, poured into the rcury, causing an overwhelming tidal wave in the originally surging rcury.
In the boiling rcury, layers of electric light surged like water, drop by drop, gradually drowning that slumbering face until it completely disappeared at last.
In that final mont, it, no...
She.
Isis, opened her eyes.
BOOM!!!!
A thunderous explosion erupted from the depths of Coastal Industry in the new spring, amid violent tremors and a fierce gale, all were dumbstruck, covering their buzzing ears, slowly turning back.
Looking toward the source of the explosion.
Was it thunder?!
Or an explosion?!
Beyond the high walls, nothing was clearly visible, but there was no fire, no thick smoke, not even the daylight dimd, for a majestic beam of silver light rose from the ground, howling, shooting into the sky.
Like a surging Heavenly Pillar.
Rushing swiftly, piercing the sky, vanished into the thick cloud layers.
Amid constant thunder, the magnificent silver pillar faded away in just a few blinks of an eye. Yet the sky did not brighten.
For a brand-new layer of clouds slowly spread, covering the sky.
Countless strands of iron light interwove, somber and ferocious, resembling a high-suspended iron curtain.
Behind the silver clouds, an empty pair of eyes slowly opened, overlooking everything on the earth, with an expression that seed both sorrowful and joyful, both grieving and worried.
Once again, relying on one's own eyes, looking at the world before them.
Still desolate and vast, hollow and cruel, among the echoes of mourning, countless flies rose and fell.
Already filled with scars.
"…What's the matter? Where did it explode?"
Gou Er stuck his head out of the window, muttering in shock, unable to comprehend. Then, feeling a sudden chill on his neck, he instinctively reached out to touch it.
At his fingertips, silver light flowed like water droplets.
"Is it raining?" he muttered in confusion.
In that instant, the world fell silent.
In the darkness beneath the iron curtain, endless silver light fell like tears from the sky!
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