Chapter 388: Hello

The sacrificial temple shook.

When that invisible power spread, everything broken was reconstructed again. Relying on the secret ritual covering the entire Rift Realm at this moment and this double authority, it easily rebuilt the devastated scene into a prosperous one.

Countless shadows appeared again from the streets and buildings, piously bowing and kowtowing to the majestic figure in the center of heaven and earth.

Even, not just residual shadows, everyone hiding in the Rift Realm at this moment, the calamity-stricken people hiding behind the ruins, were all bent over under the ravaging of that terrifying gravity.

The trembling like a thorn on the back, breaking into a cold sweat.

It was as if an invisible noose was wrapped around the neck.

Kneel down, kowtow!

Amidst the magnificent bell ringing, glorious light flowed under Ji Jue’s feet. Wherever he passed, all things worshipped, and heaven and earth sang with joy.

In a single thought, rebuild all phenomena!

Even high above the sky, the shadow of the incomplete tower flowed with a trace of brilliant golden light.

Only Duke Wuyou’s roar and scream became increasingly high-pitched and shrill.

His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. Under the suppression of gravity, viscous blood tears were squeezed out from the corners of his eyes, winding and sliding down, so shrill and embarrassed.

What else in the world can compare to such humiliation and punishment?

Everything he had obsessed over for a lifetime, sleepless and night-and-day tormented, and even what his ancestors had dreamed of achieving, appeared in the hands of his enemy.

Without any coldness or distance, flattering and submissive, just like a pet.

Summoned when called, waved away when not, but only treated him with disdain, even looking at him as if it would dirty his eyes.

"Why. The Imperial Seal, why————"

Wuyou roared, his body twitching and struggling, but he couldn’t climb up, instead being pressed more violently into the mud and sewage.

Hard to breathe.

The only thing he saw was the pair of feet stopping in front of him.

As if admiring a clown.

"Did you see, Wuyou, this is the difference in the Heavenly Origin Dao..."

"Some people are destined to be stepped underfoot, just like you."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes and looked down, sneering: "You bunch of rotten grass and fireflies, jumping clowns, what you are obsessed with is only the rotten corpses left by the former Eternal Empire. What you can achieve is only delusional fantasies and bubbles.

Pitiful, laughable.

Little do you know, only by stepping the so-called eternity underfoot, and truly being able to create the future, can one encompass the universe, hold the phenomena, and achieve this authority that rules over all things!"

Such words spread in the dead silence of the Rift Realm, gradually turning into thunder, reaching all things.

Like golden rules, eternal and unchanging truths and laws, engraved in iron, stone, and soul. Spreading outside the Rift Realm, resounding in every observation of the present world, echoing endlessly!

Making one stunned face after another gradually dazed, showing paleness, feeling that terrifying spirit that seemed to transcend the Heavenly Mandate.

As for whether it is true or not...

Anyway, it looks like it’s true, and it sounds enough to bluff people! It’s all relying on the mouth, whether it’s awesome or not depends on how you pull it!

Just brainless pulling and stepping is enough!

Just blowing concepts, cheating budgets, this kind of fart talk, Ji Jue doesn’t even need to pat his forehead, he can make up ten thousand different ones with his toes!

As for whether it will pull hatred, laugh to death, the one speaking is Lu Changsheng of the Evil-Transforming Cult, what does it have to do with Ji, the factory director of the Coastal Tricycle Factory?

Pulling hatred is the point!

"I thought that heroes gathered today, and it would definitely be a good show, but I didn’t expect that there were only such jumping clowns. It’s so boring that it doesn’t even make people interested,"

Ji Jue sighed quietly: "The Federation is mediocre, the Empire is busy, the Thousand Islands are chaotic, and the Central Plains are disturbed. The Supreme Good belongs to a bunch of self-deceiving insects, and the followers of Great Calamity are just such ugly things.

There are only a few maggots wriggling in the cesspit, wearing monkey crowns, but they don’t get the point, which is even more eye-sore."

Such a voice echoed in everyone’s ears, so clear.

"Wulou Temple, Tianxin Association, Rotten Wind, Blood Eye?? After leaving our Evil-Transforming Cult, they have all fallen into a bunch of chickens and dogs, only knowing how to kill each other like dogs biting dogs, not worth mentioning.

Counting the world, there are not many characters, even the so-called Heavenly Furnace..."

Ji Jue glanced mockingly at the firmament, not caring at all, feeling from the bottom of his heart: "Looking at it now, it is just an old dog that marks itself for sale.

Being surrounded by a few waste materials and kicked around like a ball, it’s truly ridiculous."

Heaven and earth were silent.

One scarlet eye after another looked back, looking at the Rift Realm, shocked, or furious and gloomy.

Being commented on with such disdain, I don’t know how many people were furious!

Even far away in various places in the present world, the observers were dumbfounded, unable to believe it.

No, how dare he?

Is he really tired of living?!

BOOM!!!

The Rift Realm shook. In the struggle, I don’t know how many aftermaths or attacks swept over.

But amidst the continuous loud noises and violent tremors, it remained unscathed.

Only Ji Jue laughed at the sky, unfolding his hands, admiring those dark and ferocious faces and cold gazes.

Didn’t care at all!

As if overlooking everything from the clouds, the arrogance was so natural, that ferocious smile in the flames was imprinted in every pair of eyes.

"Now, do you understand?"

And right in this fleeting dead silence, Ji Jue finally lowered his eyes, lifted his foot, and stepped Duke Wuyou’s face into the mud, indifferently ravaging, one foot, one foot, another foot: "The Imperial Seal didn’t choose you, because—"

"————From the beginning, you kind of waste, simply don’t! Have! Qualification!"

In that instant, in the mud and blood, Duke Wuyou’s face was completely twisted, as if it were about to be completely torn apart in anger and madness.

Roaring, his body suddenly tore, shattered, rapidly expanded.

In the quagmire of the Tiger Talisman seed, one soul and incomplete body after another appeared, erupting like a waterfall, burning, turning into unprecedented power.

"Delusional!"

Amidst the roar, in the deep [Hole] in Duke Wuyou’s chest, the Flame Tide Seed reappeared, exhausting all the remaining living sacrifices, blood and souls poured into it, and even his own soul was torn apart and thrown into it.

What followed was unprecedented terrifying power.

Violent intense light sprayed out, infinite flames swept, turning into a scarlet storm rising from the ground, completely swallowing the figure in front of him.

The temperature climbed without limit, and in an instant, the entire sacrificial temple turned into a terrifying furnace comparable to the sun itself.

Wherever it passed, everything was completely, vanished into ashes!

Souls were burned out, matter turned into dust. The moment the essence of the Flame Tide Calamity appeared here, it led all things to complete termination!

The opposite of rising change and wasteland, the abyss of all spiritual death and the vortex of all material annihilation, overlapped here. In the change of flames, the colors turned into bizarre paleness.

Without any flaws, only, pure nothingness remained!

"Go to hell!!!"

Wuyou roared, even though he had already been ignited by the terrifying flames, he didn’t care at all, watching the figure disappear without a trace in the flames, and couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

He danced and gestured, as if crazy, laughing wildly on the scorched earth: "Did you see it! Did you see it! I am the real Lord of the Empire, you guys are not!

I am the real, Heavenly Mandate!"

"Is that so?"

A puzzled voice came from behind him, full of confusion.

"How come I don’t know?"

In the ashes, a wisp of flame rekindled, and the bizarre figure that had vanished into ashes actually converged out of thin air, like a miracle, unscathed in such terrifying destruction!

Even, the brutal aura was better than ever!

At this moment, a pair of eyes slowly lifted, full of curiosity and confusion, looking at Duke Wuyou’s stiff expression, hard to understand—you used other things, that’s fine, but using the Flame Tide Calamity to kill me...

How is this different from specifically charging me?

Duke Wuyou stiffened in place, his twitching expression twisted in horror, subconsciously, instinctively wanting to activate the Flame Tide Seed, but that pale flame tide split in two in front of Ji Jue.

Unscathed!

Even, he reached out his hand, casually picked up a wisp, played with it in his hand, and easily sent it into his mouth.

"The taste is not bad, unfortunately."

Ji Jue sighed, shaking his head slowly: "The same move, in front of the real Supreme, is impossible to be effective a second time!"

Daydreaming!

No matter how arrogant a madman is, he couldn’t say such words that were almost like dreams, attracting laughter!

But now, no one could laugh.

In front of the iron-like facts, all refuting words seemed so pale and weak, and even truths and laws became nothing in front of the noble proof of imperial power.

Is this the majesty of the Tower of Heavenly Origin?

But how did those Mohists cut off the Heavenly Origin and end eternity back then?

Simply, like a nightmare...

Duke Wuyou was struggling, never to wake up again.

"You... you... not right... you..."

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, staggering, waving his hands wildly, activating the Flame Tide again and again, but the flames responding to him were fewer and fewer.

In the end, under the overlooking of that pair of eyes, it completely extinguished.

No more traces.

Until, Ji Jue stretched out his hand, invisible power suddenly appeared, descended, shackled his body, grabbed his neck, and pulled him back to his front again, roughly.

Like fish meat.

"Thanks to you, I have some new insights and understanding—"

Ji Jue lifted a finger and smiled silently.

In that instant, beneath the sacrificial temple, beneath countless buildings and ruins, countless black flames rekindled, as if adding fuel to the fire, raging wantonly, instantly, swallowing the entire world.

Everything was in the coverage of black flames, rapidly collapsing.

Just like the magnificent scene when the former Eternal Empire was annihilated, the fire of burning palaces like a tide surged, finally, following Ji Jue’s finger lifting, gathered, and fell on his fingertips.

In the end, it turned into a wisp of faint light, swallowing all light.

Slowly, bit by bit, approaching Duke Wuyou, reflecting in his rapidly shrinking pupils.

"Burning, burning palace..."

He muttered in horror, his pupils unfocused.

"You just said 'Heavenly Mandate', right?"

Ji Jue sighed playfully: "Then, receive the Heavenly Mandate, Wuyou! Just like the former Eternal Empire... this is the fire you spread, the evil fruit you planted, it should be swallowed by you yourself!"

He said, "This is the only ending that matches you!"

In that instant, a black fire fell silently into the darkness spread by the Tiger Talisman seed, suddenly, rapidly expanding, rising, erupting!

Just like a leaking mine being ignited.

The fire of burning palaces that burned the great cause of the Empire became more violent, as if maggots on a bone, deep into the bone marrow and soul, instantly covering every corner.

Making the mud-like darkness constantly expand, and in the burning, countless withered bones suddenly turned into flying ashes, spraying out, rising into the sky.

Right in Wuyou’s heartbreaking crying and screaming.

Praying, wailing, surrendering, cursing, promising...

All words would no longer be useful!

Heavenly Mandate?

No one believed in the so-called more than the Eternal Empire.

If not for the Heavenly Mandate, how could there be such a glorious prosperous age? If not for the Heavenly Mandate, how could one create the supreme merit comparable to eternity?

The Emperor combined with the Heavenly Mandate, assigned the position of all things in the world, and established the difference between high and low for all living things.

If the fate is rich, then rich; if the fate is poor, then poor; if the fate is many, then many; if the fate is few, then few; if the fate is governed, then governed; if the fate is chaotic, then chaotic; if the fate is long-lived, then long-lived; if the fate is short-lived, then short-lived...

But is this seemingly glorious and eternal everything determined by the Heavenly Mandate, or is it an excuse for you to eat people?

If this is the so-called 'Heavenly Mandate', then offer this fire sublimated from soul and blood tears to the Heavenly Mandate you represent!

Try to see, what is the difference between the ashes of the public and the ashes of the untouchables, and the so-called ashes of the Emperor?

Amidst countless wails and shouts, the flames will burn everything!

Screw the Heavenly Mandate! Screw the Emperor! Screw eternity! Since you are so proud of this evil karma, then receive the fruit you created!

The moment the first wisp of flame rose from bitterness and struggle, it illuminated the end of eternity!

And now, when infinite pitch-black flames lingered on his fingertips, Ji Jue felt the joy and excitement from his soul.

From the joy and fulfillment of the matrix, it was as if he had finally found a part of himself after a long and bumpy road, keeping this fire forever in Ji Jue’s blood, soul, and matrix, merging into one, flowing endlessly.

Telling Ji Jue:

Its name is 【Non-Fate】!

Born from the iron law of the so-called Heavenly Mandate, sprouting in the control where even breathing is shackled, and finally erupting in the flames of eternal destruction.

The pitch-black flame is just a manifestation. Its essence is the 'backlash' that gathered countless bitterness and blood tears as firewood, appearing from the Ember Furnace, the formless heavenly work!

Just like the reaction force of force.

The greater the difference, the more strict the rank, and the tighter the control, the more violent this backlash will be when ignited.

When encountering ordinary control and order, it can still be called peace and silence, but when facing bloody evil laws and cruel control, it will show ferocity regardless of everything!

As long as there is any trace of unwillingness and resentment left in the spiritual quality and consciousness that is controlled and shackled, it will be infected by this flame, becoming a medium and fuel, raging and spreading.

Even if it is forcibly extinguished under suppression, as long as the evil law exists for one day, it can be rekindled from the spiritual quality at any time, endlessly!

The former burning of the imperial palace was by no means a simple flame, but the endless blood tears and countless white bones under the high wall. This is the evil fruit personally cast by the Empire in the so-called eternity!

Now, the same evil fruit has descended on Duke Wuyou.

When Ji Jue’s spiritual quality guided the fire of Non-Fate into Duke Wuyou’s soul, what he felt was only the blood and wails accumulated in that infinite quagmire.

How many souls were buried in it, unable to be liberated until death?

Sensing the arrival of the fire of Non-Fate, under the bondage of the Laws of Heavenly Origin, those wailing broken residual souls sang like songs, one after another scrambling to rush into it, even if they instinctively understood that they would be burned to ashes, they would rather turn into dust, and drag Duke Wuyou into hell together!

Hell, descended.

The hell created by Duke Wuyou himself welcomed Duke Wuyou himself.

In the black flames raging in the quagmire, Duke Wuyou’s soul had already fallen into the encirclement of I don’t know how many residual souls, just like being eaten by countless ants, ignited, and in the struggle and roar, he sank deeper and deeper.

The ability to transfer damage and substitute death through the Laws of Heavenly Origin was of no use at all, and there was no response.

Only the sound of shackles breaking, endless.

The Federation, the Thousand Islands, the Central Plains, and even the Empire—the entire present world, I don’t know how many people opened their eyes as if waking from a dream, suddenly feeling their breathing smoother than ever, as if the noose around their necks had been lifted.

And in one island after another, the majestic statues and symbols carved according to Duke Wuyou’s image all ignited black flames and fell apart.

Along with the subordinates involved in his Laws of Heavenly Origin... the fire of Non-Fate, raging and spreading, difficult to curb!

——The Usurper of the Tower, thus welcomed a complete end!

At this moment, not only all the bystanders, but even Changle and Anguo, who had awakened one after another through different secret rituals and Laws of Heavenly Origin, were stunned, terrified, and cut off all sensations within the Rift Realm, hair-raising.

The original jealousy and fury now disappeared rapidly. Replacing them was unprecedented luck and gratitude.

Who could have expected that the fire that could only be used to burn the sacrificial temple in Wuyou’s hands would suddenly change when it fell into that guy’s hands, becoming such a terrifying thing!

And what was even more jaw-dropping was the person controlling the fire...

Can’t understand!

This operation, simply can’t understand...

You have the Imperial Seal, the sacrificial temple is raised by your family, but is the fire of burning palaces also raised by your family? Even if it is aimed at the Heavenly Origin, shouldn’t the fire burn you first!

Could it be that the control of the Imperial Seal is really exaggerated to such a degree that even the fire created by the Mohists back then is like a toy, easily suppressed and controlled?

But how did the Emperor of the Eternal Empire die back then?!

Or is it... Lu Changsheng has already surpassed the blue, better than it?

What kind of joke is this?!

Unfortunately, in this dead silence, no one could laugh anymore.

Except for the bizarre fierce demon also shrouded in flames, admiring the miserable struggle of Duke Wuyou, laughing loudly, shaking the Rift Realm, like thunder.

Looking down at the ugly state of Wuyou wailing and struggling in the burning.

Full of pleasure.

Until, the sound of breaking suddenly rang out from Wuyou’s soul!

The moment the Tiger Talisman seed completely fell apart, the bizarre power hidden in the deepest part of it gradually appeared, occupying the burning remains.

Borrowing this riddled shell, he looked at his opponent.

That pair of eyes, in the raging fire, suddenly turned into shocking pure white, empty, but as if reflecting the essence of everything.

"You are not Lu Changsheng, Lu Changsheng is already dead."

The charred skeleton opened its mouth and made a hoarse voice, low and strange, the owner of that pair of eyes asked indifferently:

"Who exactly are you?"

Ji Jue didn’t answer, just leaned closer, examining that pair of bizarre eyes, every feature and detail, not letting go of any trivial details.

Inexplicable understanding and realization emerged from his heart.

Finally...

He had imagined what he would feel when this moment finally arrived.

Was it madness or anger, hatred or joy, but it was always difficult to get an answer.

Now, finally know.

Nothing.

He couldn’t feel anything, as if nothingness. In that nothingness in his heart, what appeared, what remained, was only peace like dead ashes.

At this very moment, you and I finally face each other.

Even if we are so far apart...

But it doesn’t matter, no matter how bumpy and difficult, one day, I will come to you, bringing the retribution and end you deserve!

As long as I am still alive, as long as you still exist.

Even if the mountains have no edges, heaven and earth combine, winter thunder shakes, summer rain snows...

In that instant, Ji Jue grinned silently, finally smiling.

"Hello."

He greeted softly, nodded, and said goodbye solemnly.

"Goodbye!"

BOOM!

In that instant, the last fragments of the Tiger Talisman seed were crushed.

Thus, that pair of pale eyes completely fell apart, and in the burning of the flames, turned into flying ashes.

In the final moment, it seemed like it wanted to say something.

But that was no longer important.

Ji Jue didn’t care.

In the flying ashes and dust, that trace of bizarre power rolled up the Flame Tide Seed and soared into the sky, instantly wanting to gallop away.

Immediately after, it was gripped in the hand by Ji Jue who was prepared, his five fingers contracting.

Extinguished the final resistance.

Take it back!

At this moment, right in his palm, he finally truly saw the thing that had been calling him for so many years, the so-called Flame Tide Seed!

So close.

Just like a crystal covered with cracks, in the abyss seed, rainbow light changed, wisps of fire light rose, constantly calling, pleading, shouting.

What followed was the hunger and longing from the heart!

Even his breathing became rapid, unable to restrain.

It is calling him.

Amidst those wails and cries, laughter rang out.

The power sufficient to burn mountains and seas into ashes and turn the present world into hell was in his hands, without any rejection, longing to converge with him again.

Completing the contract that should have been completed ten years ago.

From then on, his soul and consciousness could be truly complete, no longer incomplete!

As long as, merge into one...

"No."

Ji Jue shook his head, telling it regretfully: "We, have never been one."

Similarly

The instant his hands closed upon the Seed of Flame Tide, the Non-Aggression Matrix was triggered, and the flow of spiritual essence surged forth, just as it had in countless practice sessions—fluid, natural, and without the slightest obstruction.

This parting gift...

———Dissociation Art!!!

Snap!

A crisp sound rang out.

In that instant, infinite blazing light swallowed Ji Jue.

And there, within the shadows of the present world, that figure looking down with contempt suddenly stood up, filled with uncontrollable rage—a fury even greater than when the Imperial Seal had fallen into other hands.

The end predicted had actually deviated once again.

An error that absolutely could not be allowed to exist had, at this moment, been thoroughly cast!