Chapter 92 Light and Tears

For the first time, Ji Jue heard the howling, screaming and wailing caused by the boiling spiritual essence.

It's like being flayed.

A blurry face emerged from among the surging spirits, twitching in fear, wailing miserably, tearing its own body apart again and again, and countless fragments scattered, but it could not escape the terrifying gravity coming from the darkness.

Until finally, I made up my mind.

Invisible, exploded!
Hundreds of blood lights burst out in all directions, but most of them were instantly swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared. Only sporadic fragments escaped from the terrifying gravity and left in a hurry without looking back in an instant.

I didn't even dare to look back.

Just like that, it passed by the deer-headed ghost figure walking on blood. The strange monster's footsteps paused for a moment and it withdrew its gaze without any care.

Just like that, he slowly walked into the dusty door.

In the dead silence and darkness, vague outlines emerged from the eternal gloom, humming ancient tunes hoarsely and unevenly.

It's like a dead spirit trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation.

In vain, recalling my hometown.

"I miss my hometown... I miss my hometown..."

The departed souls sang joyfully from hell: "My hometown is so lovely..."

Then, a creepy aura gushed out from the song like a waterfall, sweeping across and gradually submerging the entire rift world.

In the corner of the center, Ji Jue felt a wave of darkness in front of his eyes.

I felt an unprecedented tremor and fear... It was as if an invisible cold hand was caressing my soul, selecting the material, examining it indifferently, but then slowly leaving.

What they felt was the terrifying gap between them, as huge as an abyss. They felt the fear and confusion of being at the mercy of others and having no ability to resist at all.

He could still recognize the wailing psychic signal just now, and that was why he became even more terrified.

Dragon Festival?
What's going on? Seriously?!
This is suddenly given to me for free?
No, Ji Jue had already prepared himself to fight this out-of-specification monster head-on in order to defeat Fei Gong. If a fight really broke out, he had already thought of a strategy.

Using the operation of the central nervous system, he fought and retreated, pulling the hatred, and retreated all the way to the sea of ​​spiritual essence outside... Then, he stabbed the neck directly to open the crushing device!
He just didn't believe that this monster, which was completely spiritual, could withstand the spiritual purification process in the Mercury Workshop!
As a result, he was ready to fight the shepherd again, but the opponent was just wiped out so easily? !

No way? No way? No way?
Ji Jue wasn't itching to find an opponent to fight, but the problem was... the priests of the Dragon Festival were dealt with so easily, so how could he, with his weight, really escape?

"prophet--"

Ji Jue turned around and asked in a hoarse voice: "What on earth is that?"

"What else could it be?"

The prophet had a blank expression on his face, sensing the dark fluctuations rising with the singing in the distance, "That's mercury, Mr. Ji Jue. The embers that were once called mercury are instinctively moving towards the remaining fire that has not been extinguished."

Bang!
The low, muffled sound captured everyone's soul.

That is the sound of heartbeat.

From the deepest darkness.

In the spiritual solution, there was a shriveled heart that suddenly jumped.

Then, one more time...

"Fuck, it's crazy, it's all fucking crazy."

Outside the ever-expanding and rising center, in the earth-shaking rift, specks of residual spiritual light gathered from the corpses, and blurry faces emerged, devouring the spiritual energy that had not dissipated, and barely restored their vague outlines, but like a candle in the wind.

Swaying with fear.

At this moment, when Wuxing looked back at the gradually rising center, he could no longer conceal his fear and trembling. He cursed incoherently and muttered incoherently: "Fuck the saints... they are all liars... they are all fucking crazy, all crazy!"

"Sorry to bother you."

A soft voice came from the darkness, accompanied by footsteps, causing the invisible and vague outline to tremble suddenly and almost collapse. It didn't even bother to gnaw on the remaining soul, and quickly retreated, looking back vigilantly.

Then, a dusty face appeared.

It was as if he had just crawled out from some remote corner, carrying a heavy backpack and holding a map in his hand that had been torn in half out of anger.

The old white-haired woman took off her hat, fanned herself, raised her head and drank most of the water from the canteen in one breath, then sat on the ground with a sigh of relief: "I accidentally fell down there, and the shitty map led me nowhere, and I almost couldn't climb up... Um, you, did you just come out from inside?"

She asked curiously, "Could you please tell me what the current situation of mercury is?"

Just by mentioning that name, the invisible outline began to sway, almost unable to maintain, no longer able to restrain the ferocity and malice, staring at that face.

Surprisingly... there is no matrix, no blessing, and even no discernible ability, but the soul is so condensed that no aura is leaking out, and no trace can be identified.

So weird.

But it was so tempting. His hungry appetite instinctively urged him to eat more. He could no longer bear it. Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat!
From the roar, an invisible being pounced out.

But in the next moment, it stopped abruptly between the five clasped fingers.

"After so many years, how come the Dragon Festival is still so arrogant?" She sighed softly, holding the Invisible in her hand like a dead dog, and swung it casually: "In order to get in, I even dismantled the matrix. At least be polite and don't fight and kill at every turn. However, since you are not polite first..."

From the flickering light, her face was shrouded in shadow, which gradually changed, until in the end, the hideous outline of a ferocious bird was faintly outlined.

A strange blood-stained mask slowly emerged, covering the warm and gentle smile. The empty blood slowly dripped from the long beak, looking down ferociously.

"Then I don't have to pretend to be a gentleman."

The white owl grinned and laughed silently.

boom!
Amidst the loud bang, the earth collapsed and cracked, and thunder resounded throughout the entire rift world.

The earth finally broke into pieces.

The center blossomed like a lotus, opening up, penetrating the earth and the sky, bathing in the eternal dim sunlight. Intricate structures unfolded from it, intertwined, erratic and vague, like thousands of invisible hands reaching out to the sky and the earth, grasping everything within them.

And from the highest point, unfolding is a pair of translucent wings.

Reflecting the sunset light, it is so gorgeous.

Then came the second pair, the third pair, the fourth pair...

Until finally, countless wings covered the sky, and pupils opened from above the wings, once again overlooking everything, gazing at the devastated earth and ruins.

Bloody tears fell like rain.

No screams can be heard.

The sorrow was like a tide, causing the broken earth to tremble again, swallowing up everything...

Among the countless wings, the outline of hands vaguely appeared, overlapping, entangled, and stretched. Thousands of hands spread out from the center, forming an odd giant ring.

【■————】

It was as if the roars of millions of people overlapped together, resounding throughout the entire Rift.

Snapped!
The last remnants of the former shepherd completely dissipated in the hands of the White Owl, without even having time to wail.

At this moment, she raised her head and looked at the countless wings covering the sky, and even the millions of hands twisted into a ball among the wings, and she couldn't help but gasp.

"Hey, Old Deng—what the hell is this?!"

Bai Xiao pulled up the map in his hand and asked angrily: "Before you came here, you only told me that you were going to pick up a package, but you didn't tell me that there was such an outrageous thing in the Rift Realm!"

[That's mercury, haven't you seen it with your own eyes? ]

On the silent map, distant words slowly emerged: [This bitter hatred and despair are the sins and evil consequences that Mercury has to bear on behalf of all the ink masters. ]

"…The evil transformation of a saint?"

In the dead silence, Bai Xiao squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat, unable to deny the reality any longer: "Is the backlash of Tianyuan Fracture so exaggerated?
When those Mozhe cut down the Tianyuan Tower, didn't they foresee the consequences?"

[The destruction of the Tianyuan Tower is the worst consequence, but even the worst consequence is better than watching the Tianyuan Tower being completed.

There is no place for God in the human world, and there should be no eternal ruler or emperor in this world. If the emperor wants to make this world meaningless, then even if the world is destroyed, the emperor cannot be allowed to live.

The fall of the Eternal Empire was essentially a counterattack by the rest of the good against Tian Yuan's attempt to control everything, and it was impossible for it to be triggered by a few Mohist celestial beings.

Likewise, it is not Mercury’s responsibility to destroy the Tianyuan Tower...】

The words on the map appeared like flowing water: [But by the time they broke through the siege of the empire and arrived at the Tianyuan Tower, half of the forty-one celestial beings had died. Among the survivors, Ju Zi was seriously injured and dying. Only her blood was left to awaken the blade of change.

If it were you, what would you choose? 】

The white owl was silent, staring at the huge silhouette that was wailing silently.

I don’t know how to put it anymore.

The last chance for the entire world, the accumulation and sacrifice of all Mohists for thousands of years, the fate and responsibility passed down from generation to generation... When the road reaches the end, the world is still dark and precarious, and the ideal paradise is still so far away and like a dream.

When everything reaches the end, the cruelest choice lies before you.

Should he turn around and return to the eternal dream promised by the emperor, and sleep like a baby in an iron cradle, or should he burn himself and sacrifice everything to look forward to a future that may never arrive?

At that moment, above the sky, amidst the thunder, the phantom of the collapse of the Tianyuan Tower appeared again. This time, she finally saw clearly the dazzling light rising from the darkness to the sky...

This was the first sword that the sage Mercury swung at the Eternal Empire more than four hundred years ago.

And what fell to the ground was only the sad light of tears.

(End of this chapter)