Chapter 86: Non-aggression

Above the sky, the pillars of heaven were rebuilt and then collapsed again, time and time again.

The towns on the earth cycled between destruction and peace, and the figures on the streets alternated between completeness and fragmentation. Survival and destruction repeated themselves over and over again, and in the end, even time and the past itself became so empty.

Ji Jue walked through the remaining records, looking around at the fragmented old times and the unattainable dream.

It seems so close, yet so out of reach.

All I seek in my life is nothingness.

Compared with such a scene and the ruins of the past, which one is more cruel to Mercury?

He stopped on the square when hearing the bells of the church, not wanting to look any further. He felt that he might have known where Fei Gong was.

The bells rang and echoed.

From that towering bell tower...

Ji Jue raised his head silently, gazing intently at the dial on the clock tower, and even at the mottled, old stained glass window behind the pointer.

Mercury's old workshop.

During the long period of four hundred years ago, she stood there, gazing, waiting and singing alone day after day. What kind of scene was she looking forward to?

Smiling guests in formal attire came from all directions, flower petals fell, white doves spread their wings and rose up, and the laughing bride and groom walked hand in hand to the hall to witness the wedding as the bells rang.

I look forward to starting a new life from now on.

Yet ignorantly, they walk towards their inevitable death.

Once, and again.

As the 'culprit', would Mercury feel heartbroken when staring at such a scene?
From his brief trance, he suddenly remembered the words from the giant in his memory.

In the old workshop, the tired man stared at his most cherished companion and asked one last question:
"Do you regret it?"

But there will no longer be an answer, and no one has the courage to give that answer.

"Time is short, Ji Jue." The prophet asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"do not know."

Ji Jue shook his head, staring at the world that was constantly collapsing, destroying and returning to its original state, but his eyes fell on the steps of the temple.

Among the countless flickering phantoms, there is that lonely and tiny figure.

An error that resulted from countless time cycles.

The girl hugged her knees and sat on the steps, staring blankly at the sky, still waiting for the person who would never come back to return from afar.

Silent tears.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Jue bent down, sat beside her, looked at her profile, and told her: "Don't run around, grandma is waiting for you to come home."

She did not speak.

He just lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe away his tears for a long time.

"Mom won't come back, right?" the girl asked softly.

Ji Jue was silent, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky she was staring at.

Four hundred years ago and four hundred years later, the skies of Middle-earth and the Northland, the small town and the Cliff City, seemed to be no different, equally empty.

"do not know."

Ji Jue sighed and answered bluntly: "She must really want to come back.

Just like when you miss her, she also misses you. I keep thinking about her, and keep thinking about her...but I can't find the way home, I'm lost. "

"how do you know?"

The little girl glared at him, but couldn't hold back her tears, choking with sobs: "Mom doesn't want me anymore! She may have forgotten me a long time ago..."

"Of course I know."

Ji Jue answered decisively and told her: "All good mothers are the same. I dream about her, every night. Because when she is thinking about me, I am also thinking about her. When you shed tears, she will be even sadder."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the girl's cheek. Tears flowed through his fingertips, leaving a faint ripple that could not be touched. It was so close, yet so far away.

Until the tears gradually stopped, the girl raised her hand persistently and wiped them away again and again. Finally, she looked at him with red eyes: "Will I be able to see her again?"

"do not know."

Ji Jue shook his head slowly. Facing the pair of eyes that looked like his own, he couldn't lie, nor could he deceive himself.

"Maybe I'll never see you again."

He turned around and asked, "Will you think about her again?"

"Ah."

In silence, the lost girl nodded, and Ji Jue smiled, "What a good child."

He stood up slowly and heard a voice behind him.

"What about you?" The girl looked at him, "Do you think so too?"

"Of course."

Ji Jue nodded and answered without hesitation: "Like you."

In the blurry crowd, the tiny figure seemed to smile as well. Just like that, he waved at him and gradually disappeared.

Only Ji Jue was left standing in the empty square. He turned back one last time, walked towards the towering bell tower against the sound of the bell, and pushed open the dusty door.

There were no obstacles and no anticipated difficulties.

There was only a row of winding stairs and a half-open door in the falling dust.

It seems that everything remains the same as it was four hundred years ago.

Everything in the old workshop was quietly bathed in the sunshine, witnessing the cycle of destruction and reconstruction, but the figure in front of the window that seemed to have stood there forever had disappeared.

Mercury is not here. In the entire Rift, whether underground or above ground, in the past or now, among all the characters, the only one missing is mercury.

But at this moment, when Ji Jue stood in that position again, what she saw was exactly the same scenery she had seen before.

Everything is reborn and destroyed, the temple collapses and is rebuilt, and it is a cycle of survival and death.

From the reflection of the collapsed pillar of heaven, everything is destined.

The world is a battlefield for the better ones, and history is a tapestry of the past. The life and death of mortals are not worth mentioning, and the joys and sorrows of the dust are not cared for.

Everything will eventually return to nothingness.

Maybe this is destiny.

If all this could be restored again, even just a little bit, even if it was only a tiny bit compared to what was lost...

Ji Jue stretched out his hand towards the world in front of him.

Just like the mercury of the past.

"If the past and present situation repeats itself..."

Ji Jue asked solemnly: "Will you respond to the same wish, Fei Gong?"

At that moment, what lit up was the flash of light appearing on the watch.

Like a silent call, four hundred years later, the power left by the great man reappeared from the rift, and once again showed its brilliance towards the distant past.

Thus, unprecedented violent turmoil emerged in the old days.

It was like thunder that had come four hundred years after the last sound.

Resounds throughout everything!
The endless cycle of time came to an abrupt end!

The sky, the earth, the void, the endless spiritual circuits appear, covering everything, pervading everything. Like the complex silk threads from a loom, they interweave with each other, outlining the contours of the world and evolving everything in the world.

Life, death, struggle, peace, order, chaos, stars, earth, mountains, oceans...

It is all-encompassing and pervades everything.

But at that moment, Ji Jue's perspective seemed to detach from himself and rise upwards, towards the sky, towards a higher place beyond the sky, as if above all things and destiny.

Thus, from the end of the intricate tapestry drawn by countless silk threads, he finally saw the origin and end of everything, the invisible hand that controls everything!

But now, invisible hands have grasped his arms.

It was like a branding iron, bringing unprecedented pain and burning, making Ji Jue unable to bear it any longer and shouting out.

At that moment, endless changes of supreme goodness appeared before my eyes, and unprecedented spiritual qualitative changes burst out from my soul.

It was as if a low voice sounded in his ears, turning into thunder and heavenly laws that shook the world, and was deeply imprinted in his soul, no longer allowing any deviation or wavering.

tell him:
【All things flourish, created by this hand】

[Everything in the world is made of ten fingers]

[Eliminate the root of evil, and eradicate the roots of oppression and devastation, so that this world will be peaceful and stable, and there will be no more evils caused by cruelty and struggle——]

[——This is the formation that is not for attacking! ]

boom! ! !
From the illusory thunder that seemed to open up the sky and the earth, the old times were shaking and could no longer be maintained. Endless spiritual circuits spread from the void, entwining Ji Jue's body, soul and arms, as if burning, as if engraving, carving the unavoidable iron law into his bones and soul.

A fierce light flashed in Ji Jue's eyes!
When all the strange visions disappeared, when the distant dream of the old days gradually disintegrated, Ji Jue finally woke up from the endless pain and suffering.

He staggered down the bell tower.

Just like that, with a smile, he opened his arms to his companions who had been waiting for a long time, showing the intricate totems extending from the tips of his ten fingers to his elbows.

Like a waving flame, like longitude and latitude, like encompassing all creation.

"This is [Matrix·Non-Attack]!"

boom! boom! boom!
Continuous loud noises came from afar, but they did not come only from the dream, but more from outside the old times. Everything was shaking rapidly.

It is the center that is changing.

The inexplicable vibration and feeling of weightlessness even made Ji Jue feel as if his central nervous system was rising from the ground, upwards...

Then, in the next moment, they were ejected from the spreading old times.

Return to reality.

But the deep well that they had entered had disappeared, replaced by a huge and rapidly collapsing palace, and even a severe feeling of dizziness and weightlessness.

Ji Jue stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ground, using the same trick again, feeling the huge rhythm coming from the workshop.

It's like a volcanic eruption.

The furnace was running furiously, spiritual essence was flowing and merging into the workshop, causing the center to expand and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even in turn, eroding the external rift.

The center is rising!
The earth cracked and collapsed, and countless buildings turned into ruins. The creations stored in them fell in the collapse and were deeply buried...

Everything seemed to be destroyed rapidly in the earth-shaking changes.

But this is not the end, but the beginning of another cruel cycle...

"The restart is about to begin." The prophet sighed.

Then he heard a whistle coming from afar.

A sharp scarlet arrow suddenly stopped in mid-air and was held in Xiao An's hand by the young man, unable to move forward. The young man, who had been silent for a long time, turned around, with a sharp light in his eyes.

At the end of the hall, there was a line of dusty figures.

The leader, with an almost insanely angry face, stared at the group of people returning with a full load, his pupils gradually turning red.

"Ji Jue——"

Lou Feng roared.

　My physical condition has almost recovered. Thank you for your waiting. I will try my best to reply to the double update tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)