Yet amid the jubilation, Ji Jue once again fell into a daze.
How could it be possible?
Yes, how could it be?
Everything was going so smoothly, all unfolding as he had anticipated, even the mastermind had been severely wounded and fled by the old dog of the Heavenly Furnace.
Decisive and clean, as it should be, the Huangliang Remains were secured smoothly, and from now on, they were his!
But...
When had his luck ever been this good!
Where was Sister Wen?
Where had Wen Wen gone?
He raised his hand, the Non-attack Matrix flowed and extended as he pressed it against his forehead, beginning to scrutinize his brain lobes, mory, and soul inch by inch.
ticulously recalling every detail, verifying the reality before his eyes.
Speaking of which... how did he manage to lock onto this location again? Ah right, now I rember, spiritual, he had left his spiritual marker on the opponent.
And what was it used with?
Bullets.
He instinctively drew the gun from his waist, which had accompanied him for many years, and every scratch on it was so familiar, his first creation as a Heavenly Artisan.
With the integration of Engineering Alchemy, it could consu his soul, firing spiritual bullets with thinking and adaptive abilities.
And there was puri... purification, right, the purification and Spiritual of Fluid Alchemy.
And the Engineering Alchemy, indispensable, after investing so much effort into the Entropy System, finally producing a Fusion Bomb infinitely close to the original effect.
But did he really have that much research into the Entropy System? Although the scenes in mory were so vivid, the impressions began to blur.
Wait a minute, Engineering Alchemy?
Engineering?
This concept that only erged in modern tis, why was it included in the millennium heritage of the Ye family? Could it be that the Eternal Empire era already saw the ergence of such concepts?
No, there's more...
But what else?
Ji Jue pondered deeply, subconsciously rubbing his left wrist, his actions awkwardly paused.
He grasped at empty air.
He looked down at his wrist, feeling an emptiness.
As if, sothing was lost?
What exactly was it?
Soon, those trivial doubts were answered in recollection and thought, across the past and present, everything seamlessly connected.
Moreover, since entering here, his consciousness had never wavered or lost control.
Scaring himself.
Ji Jue chuckled self-deprecatingly, shook his head with a sigh: No wonder Heart Core has such a bad reputation, once attached, it's sickening for years... just don't let catch you next ti!
With that, he walked towards the cheering crowd.
Having been busy for so long, rare monts of victory, one must relax a bit, as for other matters... leave them for tomorrow!
Thus, he laughed heartily, raised his glass, and joined the feast.
Relish the present.
But why does he feel so uneasy?
Uneasy.
.
"Wake up, Ji Jue."
It seed like soone was softly calling by his ear, repeating his na, "Wake up!"
.
Ji Jue opened his eyes from a nightmare.
Outside the window, the sound of heavy rain was dense, rainwater constantly battering the window.
He was already soaking in sweat.
"Isis, what ti is it?"
"Four o'clock, master, you have rested for three hours." The Spirit of Workshop answered, "You haven't had a decent rest for two months, it's recomnded that you at least make up for the sleep ti."
"Sleep? Wait till I'm dead, I'll sleep as long as I want then."
Ji Jue got up, rubbed his face, feeling the stiff stubble, ssy hair, the person in the mirror looked like a beggar, his eyes full of bloodshot.
But he didn't care, continuing to study.
"Master, the association has sent a ssage—The Heavenly Craft·Mitter you crafted six months ago set a new record in today's auction at the Heart Star.
Mr. Gustav inford you, it has been included in the latest Grandmaster evaluation list..."
"Shut up."
Ji Jue impatiently waved his hand.
Even that kind of trash gets bought, are they crazy? Ultimately, that kind of unremarkable stuff can be rated as a Heavenly Artisan, the association is really blind.
Grandmaster evaluation?
?
Is Gustav sane?!
Ji Jue lowered his head, looking at the ssy manuscripts on the table, and even the records and ancient books on the bookshelves behind him, only feeling his insides uncontrollably spasm.
Breathing beca difficult.
The unease of the past sprouted in his chest, gradually turning into fear.
Like walking in place.
The humiliation of being gradually left behind by everyone, the bewildernt of falling behind, the anger of stagnation... how long has it been since he learned sothing new?!
It has been so long already, why are there still no new theories erging? Why isn't the teacher teaching him new theories? Why can't he procure new secrets?
Why...
—Can he not move forward!
At best, rely repeating in past theories, making the stance of walking in place more elegant, and actually being considered a master?
Is that all?
Not enough! It's not damn enough!!!
Has his talent already been exhausted?
There should be more!
There is a path ahead, but where is it...
Who took it away?
Boom!!!
"..."
Ji Jue held his forehead, feeling a deafening hallucination, as thunder roared from the sky.
In the long dead silence, he opened his eyes again.
Resolutely.
He said: "Isis, prepare the work area."
"Understood."
Isis' voice sounded: "Preparation underway, preparation complete, master, the lting Furnace is preheated, you can refine at any ti."
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