Chapter 95 Time to wake up from the dream
What comes towards you is infinite brilliance.

It was as if one suddenly arrived at a broken bridge and stood in front of the abyss.

The past and the future separated from the present and fell into the same darkness.

The moment the dazzling spiritual light emerged from the scepter, Ji Jue's consciousness was engulfed by the torrent-like phenomenon.

It is like falling, towards the essence of all things. It is like rising, towards the core of heaven and earth.

The soul and perception spread from the body, covering everything, covering everything, making the entire rift become his own body.

When the prophet unlocked the final blockade, the mechanical deity that had continued to this day finally completed its work and completely covered the workshop, making Ji Jue the true master of it all.

The true ruler of the Rift.

But there was no joy or happiness, all I could hear was endless wailing and shouting.

From the past, from the present.

From the ruins reflected in each other, in the shadow of the broken Tianyuan Tower, he gazed at the wailing and weeping figures walking towards the abyss again and again. When he turned around, he saw the countless creatures on the earth struggling in vain in the cycle of life and death.

The same pain and despair are on both ends of oneself, like the two sides of a scale, but they are entangled with each other in the same place, revolving in an endless hell, without end.

He needs to make a choice.

But why make a choice?

Why do we have to seek the more valuable side among these pains?
He wanted to question the prophet, what qualifications did he have to be compassionate? Could it be that his essence, the hidden selfishness, was so noble compared to mercury?
Why do you believe that you will not create hell?

But hell is right before our eyes.

The blood-red ocean surged, and endless hatred engulfed him like a tide.

His soul fell from the void, or rose, and fell into the darkness. In the darkness, he once again heard the sound of the train hitting the rails, rhythmic, as if it would never stop.

So familiar.

Ji Jue stood in front of the familiar carriage door and heard the sounds of playfulness inside.

He froze in place.

It seemed like someone was talking and laughing.

The mother abandoned her past and her old relationship and set out on a journey with her child again, heading back to her hometown, hoping to start anew by the sea and under the sunshine.

During the boring journey, I told my children those ancient fairy tales.

Princes and princesses, dragons and thieves, witches and fairies, kings and knights...

Such a colorful and brilliant world made the child's lost eyes light up, and even the empty wilderness outside the window began to shine. The sunset was brilliant and the world was gentle.

It’s as beautiful as a dream.

Let him be reluctant to break it.

Ji Jue listened quietly to the waves of distant memories for a long, long time, until there was no sound behind the door.

Dust peeled off the door of the carriage, silently fading, cracking, and falling down.

Behind the door, in the broken and twisted carriage, the unextinguished flames rose from the wreckage and spread, leaving only billowing smoke. It seemed that I could see that familiar figure, but her singing was so far away.

It's like there's a world of difference between us.

No matter how Ji Jue ran, he was hard to reach.

Running again and again, failing again and again, no matter how overestimating one's own abilities.

Until he was exhausted and lost in the ruins of fire and smoke, he still lingered there persistently.

He allowed the unquenchable flames to ignite his body and soul. The ocean of pain and despair completely swallowed up everything. From the overwhelming flames and rain of fire, he fell into endless darkness, a deeper abyss.

But he still stared intently at the source of the singing.

Refuse to give up.

Until a tender little hand grabbed his wrist.

"Hold you."

A soft voice sounded, so cheerful.

The darkness and falling came to an abrupt end. A gentle breeze blew over the town square, and the sound of bells in the distance echoed endlessly.

Ji Jue looked around in confusion.

He seemed to have awakened from his own nightmare, but he was so eager to return to that nightmare of only torture.

Even if it's just to get closer, as long as he can see her eyes again, as long as he can tell her... I miss you very much, he will pay any price!

Even if it's creating hell...

But hell is right before our eyes.

It was born from regrets and memories, and its name is 'Untouchable'.

"You look so sad, big brother."

On the steps of the square, the lonely waiting girl looked back at him, stretched out her hand, and generously handed over the bouquet in her hand: "Here, I'll give it to you."

There was still dew on the white flowers, dripping into Ji Jue's hands.

So gentle.

She stood among everything on the verge of destruction, like a phantom forgotten by time, staring at the reshaping and destruction of everything, continuing in countless reincarnations.

Looking at Ji Jue in front of him.

She reached out her hand and gently wiped the dust off his face, solemnly and carefully.

"So you are still here." Ji Jue murmured softly.

"Of course."

The girl nodded as a matter of course: "Otherwise, this place is empty, how lonely she would be."

In those phantoms of the past, the past shone from time, gathered around her, dissipated, and reappeared, as if there was no end.

She lingered in those broken times, lingering persistently but unwilling to leave.

"Won't you be lonely?"

"maybe."

The girl shook her head nonchalantly, looking at everything in front of her, looking at those times that seemed like an abyss, "At least, I can still miss her, just like she misses me."

Day and night, it never stops.

Even if time and death separate us...

As long as this yearning remains, separation no longer seems scary, and the same goes for death. Even if you fall into the abyss and wander to the end of the world, you will not be lonely or afraid.

What spans four hundred years is not just regret and pain.

No matter how empty that darkness is, they can still be imprinted in the abyss and shine.

Just like the stars.

"So, make a decision, big brother."

She finally reached out her hand and hugged the boy in front of her, so lightly: "Some pains are too much, there is no need to continue, and there should be no more tragedies.

The time has come to say goodbye."

Just like that, she picked up the pendant in her arms and put it around Ji Jue's neck.

In the opened pendant, there is only a torn photo, which shows a family snuggling together happily, smiling happily. Even though it is mottled and faded, even though they are separated by a long time.

"The story of the past is over, so please let it stay in the past. There is no need for more tragedy, and no need for a new hell."

In the vanishing old times, the girl smiled and said goodbye for the last time, "There is no need to hesitate about other people's stories anymore. Please keep moving forward to your own future."

"No matter what the future and the outcome are... I believe that the person you miss will still miss you just as much."

Ji Jue stood there in a daze.

From the gradually blurred old times, it seemed that a song was ringing again, from the sound of a distant train running.

So gentle.

And so familiar.

When Ji Jue looked back suddenly, everything in front of him disappeared like a phantom. The girl and the town disappeared without a trace, and the flames and ruins also gradually faded away.

Only her singing still lingers in my soul.

So clear.

It's like it's always been by my side, never far away.

At that moment, Ji Jue finally opened his eyes and returned to the mortal world, staring at the rift in front of him, the crumbling earth, the surging sea of ​​blood, pain, despair, and hell.

"What an unrealistic dream..."

It was clearly just a brief moment, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

When the distant dream came to an end, the sound from the workshop and the vibration of the world rift once again filled Ji Jue's soul, reflecting everything that happened, as if to imprint all the changes in his soul. But this time, Ji Jue no longer felt hesitant and confused.

He raised his head and looked towards the sky. Amidst layers of chains and shackles, the remains of the sage were still immersed in obsession and singing desperately.

When he looked back, he saw the world crumbling and overturning. In countless reincarnations, the wailing and cries of those broken souls flowed from the sea.

Persevere, or give up.

Both are tragedies, both are hell.

But at least he can choose whether to let hell continue...

Perhaps, by creating hell, it would be possible to see them again, but they did not deserve to fall into such a hell.

So, a choice must be made -

"give it to me."

He whispered softly, assuring everyone, and reached out, grasping the scepter offered by the prophet.

Without any further hesitation, he ignited all his spiritual essence and threw himself into this resonance and connection, once again, becoming one with it all.

——Deus ex machina!
There was no resistance, nor hesitation. The moment Ji Jue's spirit took over, the workshop filled with the rift world seemed to have welcomed a new master, shaking with joy.

Endless spiritual circuits, ever-changing fluid refining, countless runes and emblems, and even the blessings of the Supreme Being as vast as the sea of ​​stars. This workshop, which the saints of the past spent their entire lives and all they had to build, is a true work of nature, and now it has ushered in a new control!

From his right hand, the watch that had been silent for a long time suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like the scorching sun, illuminating everything.

Under the guidance of the watch, the non-attack matrix on Ji Jue's hands seemed to be given life and grew again, covering his entire body in an instant.

Inwardly, it covers the soul; outwardly, it controls everything.

Countless invisible hands appeared from the void, looking down from above, covering everything and controlling everything.

And just beneath the Nine Earths, in the deepest part of the huge workshop, in the darkness that had been sealed for more than four hundred years, a light and ethereal sound suddenly emerged, as if responding to this long-lost call.

Then, from the trance-like vision, Ji Jue saw the rusty blade buried in the dust in the blockade built on the basis of the entire workshop...

From the trembling and clanging, the shattered sword rose up, and from the broken blade full of gaps, a trace of blood-stained rust finally faded away.

Then, beneath the peeling dust, a ray of light appeared that was so dazzling that it made the entire rift tremble and caused everything in the world to stagnate.

Just a moment, and it penetrates everything.

Endless fierce light rose from the blockade, rushed out, and went towards the sky, towards the center, and just like that, fell into the hands of the prophet.

It was madly sucking the spiritual essence from the workshop like a bottomless pit, as if it wanted to swallow it all and burn everything.

The prophet's body collapsed and dissolved in an instant.

Almost completely evaporated.

But from the pain that tore apart his soul, a smile appeared on that tired face.

"Everything must come to an end." She held the sun-like glow in her hands and whispered softly, "Otherwise, new things cannot be born..."

"Excuse me, this unrealistic dream has lasted too long."

"Now, the dream is over."

She said, “It’s time to end this.”

When the blazing hot light dissipated, after swallowing up infinite spiritual essence, the sharp outline finally reappeared, but it turned into a crown woven from thorns.

Thus, the crown was placed on Ji Jue’s head.

As if crowned.

Infinite power and majesty are revealed here, covering the sky and the earth, reflecting all changes and blocking all prying eyes.

"I'm taking..."

In the corner below the center, Bai Xiao, who was looking out into the distance, was struck by lightning. He even took off his mask subconsciously and rubbed his eyes frantically, unable to confirm: "Is that... the Edge of Change?!"

The instrument of supreme goodness that has been dormant for so many years has actually been awakened? !

Are you fucking kidding me?!
"Hey! Lao Deng? Lao Deng! Say something!"

She urged in confusion, but in her hand, only cracks appeared on the map. It was already unable to maintain its shape under the vast and violent pressure.

No more responses.

The moment the Supreme Instrument of Goodness that once severed the Tianyuan Tower emerged from the rift, all the creatures of the Ashes stopped wailing and could no longer control themselves.

Even all the blessings of the Supreme Good fell into silence, and no longer shone with glory.

Because the only torch in the world is always burning above the dome.

Enveloping everything.

Ji Jue's consciousness and thoughts all came to a complete halt, unable to continue. A mighty will, relying on the crown, took over his body, endowed him with infinite power, and then violently turned into a torrent, pushing him forward.

No longer in control.

When he raised his head, he saw the emblem of the Supreme Good from the eternally dark sky.

The stars burned in the flames, the furnace of heaven collapsed here, all kinds of changes and essences gathered, rushing down to the mortal world, turning into an endless line of firewood light...

[This world will change, and everything old will eventually return to dust]

It was like a heaven-shaking declaration that appeared and echoed in his soul, leading him to receive the ray of flame falling to the earth, allowing this infinite essence to fall into his soul, explode, and destroy the last of his thoughts.

A torrent of illusions comes upon you, and countless changes emerge from your soul.

There is no room for retreating and no room for dodging.

Such brutal changes in the infinite creation of the human world were imprinted in Ji Jue's eyes and perception, almost forcing him to feel the true meaning of this supreme goodness.

All new things will eventually become old, only change will never stop.

Therefore, the fire is not in the furnace, but only the embers.

——This is the essence of the ashes!

So, at that moment, the flame named Ji Jue was ignited in the furnace of change - so small, like a candle in the wind, but under the impetus of the blade of change, it expanded into a scorching sun that enveloped everything.

So dazzling that you can’t look directly at it!
All the new creations, all the dedications and souls in the fire of the past reappeared at this moment, turned into firewood, gathered together from the endless burning, standing beside Ji Jue, seeing through everything.

【Sage Mercury, today I judge your creations to be chaotic and stale. 】

Those high or low, clear or hoarse voices overlapped and sounded from Ji Jue's mouth, carrying the essence of the highest good and passing judgment on the world:

【Now, I sentence you to be a sinner! 】

A deafening sound of collapse emerged between heaven and earth.

Because in Ji Jue's hand, a ray of dazzling light appeared and rose from the center, splitting the heaven and the earth, just like a standard in the center of all things, illuminating and measuring everything.

In the endless chains, the blood rain stopped and the sad song was interrupted.

It was like an invisible gale howling in, covering everything, peeling off all inhuman structures and distorted creations, and cutting countless hands.

At the same time, the curtain covering everything was lifted.

After the remains of the saint appeared, the strange shadow that seemed to be separated by eternity...

The world and reality were distorted, turning into such a huge vortex, twisting the essence and truth, revealing a structure that brought together all the distortions in this world.

In that dark vortex that was so huge that it seemed to cover everything and swallow up all that was good, a vague outline was faintly emerging, as if looking down.

Staring at his prey, and even daring to block his own existence.

Just by staring, Ji Jue felt as if his soul was about to fall apart, but before that, the fierce light of change had already burned away all the erosion and blocked everything.

Ling Ji Jue finally got a glimpse of its appearance and shape.

It was like a gigantic furnace, eternally burning with the flames of pain, emitting countless strange giant structures, creating new distortions all the time...

Shrouded in endless red flames, the furnace was like a ferocious eye, looking down on everything indifferently.

During this long period of time, He has witnessed all the despair and pain with contempt, waiting for the continuation of reincarnation and tragedy, and looking forward to the final outcome.

Waiting for the saint who bears endless curses to fall into his own flame and furnace, and be recast and reborn as a sinister creature!

In the darkness that the Twelve Supreme Beings cannot illuminate, the vortex exists forever from the darkness of the present world. Corresponding to the creation of the embers, this is the shadow that all the creations of chaos in the world point to.

——Nine Evils: Corrupted Furnace Core!
The glow of the Edge of Change rose from Ji Jue's hand, and all the connections covered by reincarnation emerged from behind the curtain.

The intricate connections that extended to her had already been entangled in the sage's obsession and soul, but were blocked, fettered, and entangled by the workshop during this long period of time, not allowing her to fall into the vortex of the abyss.

Now, it's time for everything to end.

The endless cycle of reincarnation is about to collapse, and the long dream is shattered in the dazzling dawn.

The world has become so unpredictable.

Compared with the torch that represents the world's glory, it is like a bubble, trembling and breaking from the rising of the fierce light, quietly and silently welcoming its collapse and destruction.

The day of innovation has arrived.

All the old things should be destroyed like dust!
When the singing and wailing came to an abrupt end, the ancient melody came to an end, and hell disappeared in the burning of suffering... A pure and clear glow rose from Ji Jue's hands.

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