Chapter 84 Old Times

mercury?

You told me that was mercury?

Ji Jue's head was buzzing. He turned back stiffly and suddenly wanted to ask the prophet: Why don't you say I am mercury?
But the facts are right before our eyes and cannot be refuted.

"What happened to her?"

Ji Jue asked in a hoarse voice, "What did she turn herself into..."

"do not know."

The prophet sighed silently: "Don't you know what happened to you, the Ashes? No one can tell what kind of things a saint will leave behind after his death, let alone someone like her who refused to change until her death."

Ji Jue had nothing more to say.

I just couldn't help but look towards the place where the figure was leaving.

One day... after I die, will I become like that? No, if I could become like that, it might be a compliment to myself.

The ashes of heavenly beings, the remnants of saints and sages.

This is totally beyond the reach of a blank Chosen One like Ji Jue...

Even if that thing didn't do anything just now and just touched their face and left, who knows what strange changes the other party will undergo once they resist beyond their capabilities or expose their identity as outsiders.

When a whale falls, all things are born.

The chosen ones who have been dealing with the Supreme Good all their lives are destined to be influenced by the Supreme Good, changed by the blessings, and bring about many influences due to their own transcendence.

Even ordinary people who eat a lot of corn before they die can make popcorn in the crematorium after they die...

A craftsman deals with furnaces and alchemy all his life. Every alchemical creation, every extraction and processing, every guidance and blessing... will leave traces and sediments in his soul and body.

Over time and over time.

To the extent that even the most famous symptom of evil transformation of the Way of Ashes has turned into materialization.

The chosen ones who cannot control the out-of-control blessings in their bodies or are infected by evil and stupidity will gradually turn into strange alchemical objects in the loss of humanity and soul, causing numerous disasters.

It is foreseeable that the changes caused by the fall of the celestial whale will be of a terrifying scale.

If it was just a monster, Ji Jue would have burned incense and offered sacrifices to his ancestors, thinking that he was lucky enough to win the lottery.

Unfortunately, it is absolutely impossible...

God knows how many out-of-control monsters are lingering in this deep nine lands.

"Please rest assured. You have traces of fluid alchemy and the authority of the old furnace. They are not interested in you. What's more, there are so many messy intruders outside."

The prophet looked out expressionlessly, then his sight fell on the front, a deep well that was so deep that it seemed to lead to hell.

"We're almost there."

She said, "Fei Gong, it's right down there."

Ji Jue stood at the edge of the huge deep well, lowered his head, and felt the wind blowing in his face. It was so cold, but at the end of the darkness, there seemed to be a faint flash of light.

When he realized what was happening, he subconsciously took a step back - usually in a plot like this, according to the convention in RPG games, there would be an NPC kicking him in the butt from behind, and then it would be the fixed scene of [jumping is useful ahead].

But there was nothing behind him, only the little cow and horse with the car lights on in a daze. Xiao An paused in his secret eating of potato chips, and after realizing that Ji Juege was not coming back to catch him, he chewed hesitantly for a while, then lowered his head to chew some more.

The sound is crisp and clear.

Well, suddenly I felt safe.

He estimated the depth below and looked at the narrow stairs that circled down. He really couldn't understand Mercury's thoughts.

"Fei Gong is still a very important thing, right?" Ji Jue asked, "Why put it here? It's like losing it... don't you want it anymore?"

"The Celestial Being no longer needs the Matrix to restrain and suppress the blessings in his body. Even if he loses the Matrix, it's not a big deal. It's not as important as you think."

The prophet replied with a hint of mockery: "Besides, she would have liked that thing to disappear from her sight as soon as possible. If it were not of great significance, it would have been thrown away somewhere long ago."

"Why?" Ji Jue was confused.

"Should I say, you don't want to see it again?"

The prophet sighed, "Perhaps, he is afraid to recall the past, to recall his former self... After turning away from the Path of Embers, he is no longer recognizable. How can he face the past?"

"..."

After a long silence, Ji Jue couldn't help but ask again: "Prophet, who are you?"

"A guide, a head, and an evil consequence that should not have survived until now?" The prophet laughed at himself, "A tool that cannot bear the burden."

“That’s it,” she said.

So they walked towards the darkness.

Disappeared into the darkness of the abyss.

The haze beyond the darkness was boiling and spreading silently.

From the gradually echoing song.

"I miss my hometown... I miss my hometown... I am a lonely traveler in a foreign land, feeling lonely and desolate. I want to go back to my hometown, to my old home..."

That is the hoarse singing of the lost souls in the darkness.

Then, from the pool of blood, from the wailing, from the loud noise of collapse, one blurry figure after another gradually emerged from the darkness, wandering in confusion in this maze-like center.

It's like a prisoner wandering in a jail that he can never leave.

As pale mist emerged from the air, the clear sea of ​​​​spiritual essence was gradually stained with scarlet madness. Madness, despair and pain, countless despairs accumulated over a long period of time, rose like rain and flew towards the sky.

boom!
Above the sky, the sight of the broken tower glowed again.

From the cracks in the tower, strands of scarlet overflowed and spread to the ground.

Like blood.

At that moment, in the deepest darkness, Ji Jue heard the hallucinatory voice again.

So softly. "Mom..."

The calf's march came to a screeching halt, the engine shuddering.

Ji Jue looked back warily, as if someone was talking.

When the line of sight passed by, in the darkness, it seemed as if a figure passed by in the blind spot.

But when I looked back suddenly, I couldn't see clearly. There were always footsteps that sounded somewhere without my noticing. Even breathing, noise, whispers...

It was like entering the realm of the dead.

The further we go, the closer we get to another world...

Another distant world.

The calf was trembling, and if Ji Jue hadn't pulled it hard, it would have been unwilling to move forward. Xiao An slowly looked around, sniffing something, but couldn't find any scent of living or dead things.

Until the girl's laughter sounded again in front of him.

In the deep darkness outside the narrow staircase, the rainbow light of spiritual essence flickered, and a tender and petite figure ran past Ji Jue and threw herself into the arms of another figure: "Mom! You're back?!"

"Did you miss me?"

A gentle voice sounded, causing Ji Jue to freeze in place. He slowly turned his head, but he couldn't see the face clearly through the blurry phantom. However, he recognized that voice and that figure even if they turned into ashes.

mercury!!!

In the darkness, the sage from four hundred years ago took his daughter's hand, whispered softly, and left with a smile.

But the noisy sounds continued, coming from all directions, as if they had finally crossed an invisible boundary, and vague figures emerged one after another.

"Sixteen dollars and a half a kilogram, it can't be any less, but it's a good brand from Nanlu. We're old acquaintances, so at most I'll give you some more garlic."

……

"Wow, come and see, it is said that Mo's gang has attacked Zhongdu again."

"They are all a bunch of psychos. Why bother with that? Have you collected enough business tax this year?"

……

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon. Praise the Emperor. Shall we go to worship together?"

……

"Gloria must stay here. You can take the money. Raising a child doesn't require so many things. Don't worry, she is like my own daughter."

"It's my fault, brother, but I..."

"Alright, stop talking. I don't want to hear that. And stop talking about the world and everyone else..." Under the flickering lights, in the living room, the man smoking in silence sighed, "You've only been back for a few days, and you're leaving again. Have you told her?"

The figure with his back to Ji Jue was speechless.

"Mother?"

At the stairs, the little girl holding a stuffed toy poked her head out timidly: "Don't you want me anymore?"

Mercury remained silent, lowered his head, and said nothing more.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry, Gloria."

……

"Mom, where is mom?"

The girl in the early morning cried, "I want my mother! I want my mother!"

"Someone is sick. Mom is going to the emergency room. Don't worry, Mom will be back." The old lady stroked the child's long hair: "How could Mom forget Gloria?"

But soon, that illusion also disappeared.

More intricate or disordered fragments rose from the darkness along with the rainbow light, like a kaleidoscope, overlapping and dizzying.

As Ji Jue walked forward, he couldn't help but stop and sigh softly at the sight of the crying girl.

But after four hundred years, that distant sigh seemed to have continued to the other side, causing the tearful girl to raise her head and look at him in confusion:

"who are you?"

Ji Jue's hair stood on end.

Staggered back.

But the scene soon dissipated again and disappeared.

"Has the Ether Record overflowed so seriously?" The prophet sighed. "After so many years of no maintenance, I'm afraid it can no longer contain past events."

"What exactly is that?"

Ji Jue couldn't help asking. He lowered his head and looked down.

At the end of the deep well, the rippling light seems like a door to the past, filled with images of the past.

"That is the old time, Mr. Ji Jue, the scattered and fragmented time that you have painstakingly pieced together, the fragmented phenomena that have been gathered together by the power of ether."

The prophet said: "This is what a town in a remote corner of the empire looked like four hundred years ago."

This is the home of mercury.

Her eyes were lowered, and her pupils were illuminated by the light from the past, as if they had become clear and bright, without any haze: "It's really a dream... that is too long and too far away."

At that moment, infinite time surged and rose from the darkness.

Running.

Swallow them completely!

　My physical condition is gradually recovering, but my reaction is still relatively slow. It should be fine after a while.

　　Start to gradually resume writing.

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(End of this chapter)