Chapter 22 From Hell to Heaven! (Thanks to Mo Yunyi for being the leader)

Everything you see is bathed in a beautiful, crystal-clear light.

The setting sun at dusk is divided into countless dazzling warm yellow and orange-red by prism-like crystals. From the complex changes of light, indigo flows out, emerald green meanders silently, blue turns into waves, and dark purple is like ripples in the wind.

Even breathing was forgotten.

The world was distorted and reshaped, turning into the incomparably magnificent scene before our eyes.

Cold, gorgeous and cruel.

The beauty that cannot be described reveals the most primitive simplicity and solemnity, without any warmth or tenderness.

This is no longer a place for ordinary people!
"Circle?!"

Lawrence lost his voice.

The Yacheng Security Bureau actually has a second Chosen One who has reached the boundary between heaven and man? !

And he was the temporary team leader who was parachuted into the Beishan Group and excluded by the Security Bureau with cold violence?

Did I underestimate it?

No, this feeling...

In a flash, Lawrence's mind raced and he came to an epiphany.

"The dyed world has turned into a barrier and a desperate situation. This matrix... is you!"

He stared at the indifferent face with wide eyes. The color on the beautiful face was gone, and there was no ripple in the calm eyes. Only the corners of the mouth were slightly raised as if it was an illusion, as if it was a masterpiece carved by a peerless master, explaining the flow of sorrow, joy, and anger.

It was as if he had turned into a god in the temple, looking down arrogantly.

The pain, passion, sorrow and joy in this world can no longer shake her in the slightest!

“——Minerva!”

"I really miss it."

Wen Wen sighed and raised her hand: "It has been a long time since anyone dared to call me like this in front of me..."

boom!
From the change in that instant, without any warning, Wen Wen's figure was already within reach!
Clench the five fingers of your right hand and pound out.

It was as if a crystal-like phantom light was covering it, making the hand look like a work of art carved out of crystal.

But just one punch caused the huge circle to tremble and roar.

The sound of shattering is endless.

In the blink of an eye, Lawrence's hands, tentacles and even the bones of his upper body were all shattered, and his flesh and blood exploded.

In the howling wind, scarlet blood and broken flesh kept falling off from the cracked skeleton and flying out like gorgeous fluttering flags!
But on that broken face, there was actually a smile.

Such a mockery.

“Haha, hahahahaha, even the gods can’t kill you? The Federation actually let you live? Your bounty is much higher than mine!”

Countless wriggling worms quickly regenerated from the skeleton like blood threads, weaving together and transforming into a sinister and strange face, which was Lawrence's true appearance.

Even if they were severely injured in an instant, followers of the Vortex were known for their strong vitality and terrifying recovery ability, and they had countless ways to save their lives. Even if they were crushed to pieces, for a Chosen One like Lawrence who had reached the rebirth level for many years, as long as his parasites were still alive, it would only take a snap to reassemble his body!

And more importantly, even Lawrence himself couldn't believe it...

Wen Wen has become weaker!
If the woman in front of him made him feel cold all over before the circle was spread out, the threat level would quickly drop to a merely tricky level after the circle was covered.

"This is ridiculous, Minerva. How could the dignified Executioner of the Rift and the Mad Dog Butcher actually be so soft-hearted?"

He couldn't believe it and suspected that this was some trick or conspiracy. He asked, "You spent so much effort just to save the lives of those consumables?"

At this moment, within the range of Minerva's circle, all life, all the ordinary people who fainted in Keats Hospital, and the innocent people involved were all frozen in the crystal, isolating them from the erosion and influence of the vortex implantation and parasites. Even if they were unconscious or dying...

Time seemed to have stood still.

All states were forcibly fixed at the moment the crystal covered them.

The frozen state of the Way of [Ruins] was actually so exaggerated that it covered everyone? Even for Minerva, it was too exaggerated!
Wen Wen stepped forward.

In response, he received another iron fist that was powerful enough to destroy the building head-on!

Pure matter, pure power, mighty wind and thunder burst out from between the five fingers, circulated, and pounded out, rushing forward with overwhelming force, and pierced a big hole in Lawrence's reborn body!

"That's enough for you!"

The vortex represents life.

What the ruins represent is eternal and unchanging matter.

The crystallization ability combined with the top-level matrix of the Way of Ruins, Minerva, creates an indestructible force in frontal combat, and even a terrifying defense that surpasses those of the same level!
No one with any sense would attempt to confront those humanoid fortresses that are completely metalized and have full offensive and defensive capabilities!
It's a pity that it's only relatively speaking...

The cliffs that were once unreachable and seemed to stretch to the sky are now just a thick and solid wall. Even though it is still difficult to overcome, it has lost its majestic spirit and unparalleled terrifying pressure.

Weak, too weak.

Even though his strength still remained at its original level, his mind had become extremely weak!
"What the Way of Desolation needs least is human hearts!"

Snapped!
At that moment, a crisp cracking sound was heard.

Cracks appeared above the crystal light.

Sticky blood slowly seeped out from the crack in her abdomen, drop by drop, falling to the ground with a hissing sound, and blossomed into sharp and cold crystal flowers.

"I'm curious--"

Lawrence raised his regenerated limbs, and between the dancing tentacles, the sharp blade hidden in the blind spot finally extended out from the flesh and blood.

The strange blade was covered in darkness, with patterns vaguely appearing in the reflection of the crystal light, but they were fleeting and disappeared into the darkness, making it difficult to see its outline.

As the long tongue licked, the alienated blood fell on the tip of the tongue. Carefully tasting the burning and stinging pain, Lawrence grinned: "Which is stronger, the 'Heavenly Works·Darkness' that is said to penetrate the world's iron wall defenses or the Minerva's defenses?"

The wailing sound suddenly stopped.

Between the five closed fingers.

Under the shattered crystal light, blood oozed out, but the blood quickly transformed into crystals that were stronger than steel, spreading, interlocking, and shackled.

"A handful of broken iron?"

Wen Wen asked, "Is this what you rely on?"

Her other fist, just like that, was raised.

Hold tight.

Then, a wave arose that was enough to shake the entire hospital. Crystals that multiplied from the ground burst out and spread like waves.

Just one punch created a hurricane.

Blood spurted out, flesh splattered, and Lawrence, who was hit by a frontal punch, had turned into a pile of broken bones. However, there was still a ferocious flame surging in his eyes.

Full of ecstasy and joy.

blocked!
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Right in front of Minerva's Fist was his outstretched hand, of which only half of the bones remained. But above the bones, new flesh and tissues were rapidly growing.

Completely different from the fragile mortal body of the past.

It is a structure more complex than any scales and fascia in the world, and even more solemn is the sweet scarlet flowing within it.

Bright and dazzling, like red light!

Just this one drop, integrated into the body, instantly created a body that was strong enough to confront Minerva head-on!

"I've done it! I've done it!"

Lawrence laughed loudly, and the flesh and blood behind him spread out and the tentacles extended, like arms stretched out, reaching towards the branches hanging from the giant tree above the sky, grasping, connecting, and extracting!

Greedily sucking the miraculous rain, the brilliant results squeezed out from countless deaths and sufferings!

"The greatest of all things is the dragon."

He devoutly chanted the ancient poems passed down in the Dragon Festival, intoxicated by this wonderful transformation: "Destruction and natural disasters are His breath, pain and despair are His blood!"

Now, the dragon's blood comes from hell, and the transformation has begun.

He will evolve, he will ascend.

He will be reborn from the dragon's blood!
Amidst his wild laughter, Lawrence felt that the transformation of the vortex implantation technique strangely stagnated for a moment, but then quickly returned to normal, as if it were an illusion.

Only in the countless roots of the giant tree, Ji Jue's little finger moved slightly while he was sleeping.

Like a spasm in a nightmare.

Struggling in vain.
.
It was like suddenly falling into the deep sea and it was difficult to breathe.

Facing unprecedented coldness and suffocation, Ji Jue fell into a nightmare with no end in sight, drifting with the tide and falling deeper and deeper.

All I see is scarlet blood, and all I hear when I listen carefully is wailing.

It was as if, at the same time, millions of people were crying, shouting in pain, roaring in vain, struggling, and finally, they let go of their hands in exhaustion, and just like that, they fell into the abyss, never to return.

All that is left are bones and tears.

Those tears gathered into an ocean, the tide rose high, and swallowed everything in the tide of crying.

"Why are you killing me, why?!"

In a trance, it was as if someone was pulling at my collar, questioning me in a hoarse voice: "I'm just an employee, I've only been here for a few months! I'm innocent!"

But before Ji Jue could answer, the phantom seemed to dissipate again, and in its place, there was a tired and disheveled man, covered in coal dust, banging on the door in front of him again and again, "Where's the money? Where's my money? Boss, didn't you say you would pay me back today!"

The iron gate still stood, and no one responded.

"You are all liars, you are all lying to me!"

The desperate man cried and raised his hammer, "I will fight you!"

He broke down the door and gunshots were heard.

Everything came to a halt and the illusion disappeared.

Ji Jue heard a familiar dripping sound and the smell of disinfectant lingered at his nose. He turned around blankly and saw the dirty ward and the skinny woman on the bed. Her hair had fallen out, revealing her wrinkled scalp.

"Eat some more."

The man who was accompanying the patient raised his rice bowl, his beard untidy, and smiled ingratiatingly: "I still have chemotherapy in the afternoon, so eat something to keep yourself energetic."

But she didn't eat it.

I can hardly lift my hands.

"Listen to me, we can't get treatment. Let's go home, okay?"

In the long silence, she whispered, "This disease is too expensive."

The man stood stiffly in place, his hand holding the bowl of noodles suspended in the air, but his spine gradually became hunched, as if it was bent by something invisible.

He lowered his head.

"Ah."

This is the last sound before the tears fall.

Then, it started to rain heavily. In the blurred world, there was only wailing. The woman on the ground rolled over, hugged the child's thighs, and begged with tears streaming down her face: "Don't suck it! Don't suck it anymore! Just treat it as a beg from your mother. If you get involved with this thing, your life is over!"

Bang!
Sticks were banging down, drowning out the sound of the heavy rain.

The world is spinning.

In another closed room, wailing and groaning were heard from the bed. A naked woman, her face covered in blood, was pulled by her hair and slammed against the wall. Then, she silently endured one slap and punch after another.

She let the tattooed man ravage her roughly until he had enough, pulled out the belt, and pulled her face up from the ground: "Bitch, do you feel good?"

Shrinking in fear, that familiar face twitched, and forced a smile with difficulty: "Brother Yang, you are so powerful, I like you so much."

Even though blood was dripping from the corners of her eyes, her smile was so sweet.

As if joyful.

Please, please, please don't hit me anymore.

Until the end, he didn't have the courage to say such words. Ji Jue closed his eyes, not wanting to watch anymore.

But those noisy sounds continued to enter my ears, until finally, they turned into hoarse and turbid sounds, like prayers.

“The compassionate Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, bless this child, save her… My disciple has deep karma, and deserves to be trapped in the eight sufferings and suffer in the hells. But she is still young, and she has not been to school yet…”

In front of the Buddha statue, the old man burst into tears. He kowtowed hard and prayed hoarsely.

Repeating again and again, never daring to stop.

He had no other choice but to pray.

But the gods and Buddhas did not respond.

Only the hoarse prayers, like sobs, gradually died away in the dead silence.

enough!

Please stop. Please.

Let me go please!

Ji Jue covered his ears, but it was no use.

More sounds, more images, memories, scenes and nightmares continuously poured into his consciousness and head. He wanted to scream and cry, but no sound came out amid the countless wails.

He was still falling, towards the depths of despair.

Until the end, there was dead silence.

it is finally over.

For a moment, he thought so, until flames started to spread from the ruins and wreckage, illuminating the outline of the hell.

Flames leapt on the charred earth, and a wind carrying sulfur and ash rose up, blowing away the black smoke that covered the sky and revealed the scorching red night sky.

The stars twisted and curved, like melted glass, dripping a dim light.

Just like this, it reflects the decadent world.

This natural disaster swept through.

The nightmare reappears.

The sound of shattering, the echo of collapse, the harsh friction of twisted steel, and the distant and ethereal singing coming from the flames, the singing is hoarse and broken, but so gentle.

Ten years ago, the disaster of tide flame.

Ji Jue finally realized that he had come to the deepest part of hell.

A place of your own.

On the broken and cracked earth, the rails had burned red and melted. The carriages that had come off the tracks rolled over on the scorched earth, scattering corpses and eventually falling into ashes.

Flames spread between the broken seats and thick smoke billowed.

Amid the debris and scorched earth, there were still people wailing and struggling, trying to climb out of the flames, but in the end, they were annihilated in the ruins.

"…The sun sets and night falls."

In the shattered carriage, someone sang a lullaby softly, the gentle voice echoing in the flames and smoke: "Close your eyes quickly, and beautiful dreams will embrace you."

Ji Jue stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the half-broken door in front of him, but he didn't dare to push it open.

I wanted to turn around and run away, but there was nowhere to go.

"The stars shine and the moon rises."

The song sang softly: "Look at the afterglow of the setting sun. I will accompany you and wait for you to wake up. I will not go anywhere...Waiting for you to wake up, good dreams will accompany you..."

Snapped!
The broken door fell from the flames, and the tragic scene inside the carriage came into Ji Jue's eyes.

It's like hell.

But in hell, some people are singing and bathing in flames.

She half-knelt on the ground, holding the unconscious child in her arms, and put the only gas mask on his face. She wrapped him in a fire blanket and blocked all the gaps with her hug.

So she smiled.

So happy.

Just like that, in the burning flames, she sang, gradually losing her breath. Only her hoarse voice echoed in the child's dream, over and over again, accompanying him, as if it would continue into eternity.

It was like she had never been away.

Ji Jue staggered forward, letting the flames burn himself.

Towards the end of the dream.

This was the final outcome of that great disaster.

What cursed ones, what chosen ones, what miracles of life... Ji Jue had no idea what those guys were talking about. He couldn't understand it, and they were all wrong.

"I wasn't the one who should have survived, was I, Mom?"

Ji Jue stared at her and asked softly, "I am the lucky one who was not on the list of survivors."

Ten years ago, on this train that would never reach its destination, there was a child named Ji Jue who should have died in the disaster and returned to dust.

But someone brought him out of hell.

Use yourself.

Ji Jue slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but his fingers stopped in mid-air, not daring to move forward. He was afraid that she would become a bubble that would shatter at the touch of a finger, and disappear without a trace.

Only tears could no longer be held back and fell.

"I missed you so much, Mom."

He whispered softly, "I really do."

In the silence, no one responded, but the sound of burning flames suddenly disappeared.

Only singing.

The singing echoed in hell, over and over again, gradually becoming clearer, like the tide, rising slowly and unwaveringly.

At the end of the song, a high-pitched whistle suddenly sounded again!!!
The darkness was pierced, leaving no trace of scorched earth, the flames disappeared in the howling wind, and the nightmare was torn apart and crushed into pieces easily.

In response to his call, the dream that had accompanied him for ten years rose from the deepest despair.

Swallow everything!
It's as if time has reversed.

The gentle glow of sunset poured in from the window. Ji Jue woke up from his nightmare at the sound of the train hitting the rails, staring blankly at all the familiar things.

It was as if he had returned to the time before the disaster. He was still in that rumbling train, embraced by those warm memories.

"You look so sad, Ji Jue."

Someone gently stroked his cheek, eyes tender.

Ji Jue looked at her several times, opening his mouth to speak, but in the end, he couldn't help but lower his head and avoid her gaze: "I'm just... a little tired."

"Then take a good rest. It's okay to sleep a little longer." She ruffled Ji Jue's hair: "If something is too hard, you should learn to give up appropriately."

"Mom, can you hug me?" Ji Jue pleaded softly.

"Of course."

Without hesitation, she opened her arms and embraced the child she had not seen for ten years. Although he was so thin and slender, she felt so safe in his embrace, as if she had nothing to fear.

Nothing in the world could hurt him.

Ji Jue closed his eyes, and his tense body relaxed. Just like that, he listened to her humming, and felt her warmth and breath.

The beautiful dream is so long that it seems to have no end.

Until he opened his eyes again and tightened his grip on the ticking watch on his wrist.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"Ah."

Ji Jue looked at her: "There are still some things that must be done, although it is difficult... But don't worry, I will handle it, just like in the past, nothing can be difficult for me."

"Goodbye, Mom."

He took a deep breath and said his last goodbye: "I may... never be able to come back again."

There was a light laugh, as if looking at a child who was in trouble. It was such a simple matter.

"Then keep moving forward and don't look back."

She smiled and held the boy's cheek: "I will watch you, no matter where you go. I will miss you, just like you miss me."

Just like that, I hugged him for the last time.

She placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Just like that, I watched Ji Jue turn around and leave.

Ji Jue walked forward a few steps and couldn't help but want to look back again, but he didn't dare until he heard the voice behind him.

"Ji Jue!"

In the glow of the setting sun, she called out her own name and waved her hands: "Keep going."

"Ah."

Ji Jue nodded vigorously, wiped away his tears, turned around, and pushed open the door at the end of the carriage.

Say goodbye to everything that once was.

The train seemed to go away and disappear, just like a distant dream.

Ji Jue fell into the bloody deep sea again. It was cold, suffocating, painful, but so familiar. This time, he was no longer afraid or terrified.

Just like that, I raised my head and stared at the aftermath of countless humble pains and despair.

"Hey! Can you hear me?"

Ji Jue took a deep breath and shouted: "I'm right here!"

At that moment, the scarlet ocean was surging, surging, and boiling. Countless bloody rages rushed towards him, wanting to completely tear apart this foreign object that did not exist here.

"Come outside with me."

Ji Jue stretched out his hand and made an invitation to those lost obsessions: "I will help you get revenge."

In an instant, Scarlet fell into deathly silence, as if frozen.

The whining and crying stopped abruptly.

It was as if countless pairs of eyes were looking over from the world of the dead, staring at the young man in front of them, disturbing and fighting each other, causing unprecedented turbulence.

In the end, it turned into a bloody palm.

Hold his hand!

The contract is hereby concluded.

At that moment, an ocean of endless pain and despair opened up from the center!
The torrent surged and swallowed Ji Jue. Endless pain was like a mountain, supporting him and rising up towards the mortal world, towards the world that did not belong to them.

At that moment, Ji Jue opened his eyes.

Through the strange giant tree, he gazed at the sky covered in scarlet, the collapsed and shattered hospital, the countless crystal pillars rising from the ground, and the countless wriggling flesh and blood scattered everywhere.

The figure that turned into a monster swung its tentacles, laughed hysterically, and gradually expanded.

Everywhere you look, the world seems to have turned into hell.

But he is not afraid of hell.

He had already crawled out of hell and was given the most precious treasure in the world. He wanted to live well and make a difference. From that day on, every day of Ji Jue's life was like heaven!
And now...

The time of retribution has come!
He held out his hand...

In the fierce battle, Lawrence's expression suddenly froze, and he once again felt the supply of dragon blood being cut off!
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(End of this chapter)