Chapter 62: run

"Holy shit——"

Ji Jue never dreamed that the first sentence he said after stepping into the Rift would be such a straightforward Federation elegant language...

But there was no other way, his Yacheng ancient rhyme was almost scared out.

Anyone who had a flash before their eyes and then found themselves in mid-air, and was falling rapidly, would probably not have a good mentality.

He is falling!

In the blink of an eye, he only saw the sky and the earth spinning like a drum, the broken city like ruins rapidly turning, right before his eyes, rapidly enlarging, and enlarging again.

"BEEP！！！！"

The little cow-horse in mid-air wriggled its body and made a sharp sound, but besides screaming with Ji Jue, it had no other function.

It highlights uselessness and ability to eat.

Fortunately, in a team, there is always someone who is C-ing.

Right on the back seat of the little cow-horse, An Ran was not panicked at all in the rotation and fall. In the momentary pause of the rotation, he looked at the street rapidly enlarging below, and then, a muffled sound.

*Bang!*

Without any movement or sign of exerting force, he shot out from the seat like a cannonball, falling toward the broken building below.

Instantly, landing!

It was as if there was no potential energy and impact of falling at all. At the moment of landing, he had already stood firm, not even startling a grain of dust.

From beginning to end, the thin rope in his hand was pulled tight, holding the other end of Ji Jue and the little cow-horse who were still falling.

Suddenly exerting force, pull!

The power that exceeded Ji Jue's imagination suddenly erupted from the slender body. The explosive power of the White Deer Path appeared in a rush, actually forcibly changing the direction of Ji Jue's fall, falling toward the back where he was, brushing against the broken steel bars and the edge of the floor, falling downward.

And the speed, slower and slower.

The trend of falling was resolved by the rope being pulled. After the rope was released, An Ran grabbed it suddenly, pulled it back.

Ji Jue, along with the little cow-horse, weighing four or five hundred pounds, actually began to rise steadily and was pulled onto the roof by him.

At the moment of landing, Ji Jue hadn't had time to crawl up.

The little cow-horse rushed up and licked wildly with its tongue, making *beep* sounds, looking like "I knew you wouldn't leave me alone," "this Ji-Ji is really weak."

Seeing this, Ji Jue's eyes went straight, and his teeth itched with anger.

Call the police quickly, there is a lick-dog here!!!

But after being saved from the life-and-death crisis, he finally had time to check the situation around him—and then he discovered that his "holy shit" was too early.

Fortunately, there are other dirty words to say.

"I'm fucked——"

Ji Jue, completely dumbfounded.

The strong wind roared, lifting the gray clouds like rotten cotton, revealing the gray sky, but it was impossible to distinguish whether it was day or night.

The scorching sun was like a circular void, emitting dim light. And the bright moon was like a vortex, swallowing the twinkling fragments of light, as if endless, not knowing satisfaction.

The stars that lost their orbits wandered wantonly in the sky, colliding with each other, shooting out dots of starlight that stung the eyes.

The world seemed to be destroyed, but it stopped at the moment before destruction.

And what truly made Ji Jue's hair stand on end was the edge of the sky, the end of the earth, the scene that was as remote as a mirage, swaying and blurry.

A tower that seemed to stand in the center of the earth and support the sky.

Even if it was separated by a remote and remote distance, no, separated by a long and long time, the magnificent and solemn appearance of the giant tower was still engraved on this piece of sky.

As if existing forever.

But the giant tower was broken, from the center, broken at the waist——

So, the earth cracked, the sky overturned, and infinite disasters swept out in all directions.

This is the last shadow left by the world on the verge of destruction.

Just for an instant, it was engraved forever on this piece of Rift sky, leaving an indelible haze for all intruders.

Ji Jue wiped his eyes, and wiped them again, until the dark clouds covered the sky again, and he finally came back to his senses from that horrified scene, unable to breathe.

He just wanted to turn around and go home immediately, and then grab the neck of the dog thing that made the observation report and ask: This is a Rift that can only accommodate below the Transformation stage?

Are you kidding me?!

But now, there is no way back, he has been swallowed by this Rift.

"Brother Ball, what do you think?"

Ji Jue subconsciously touched his chest, but his fingers shrank back as if touching a red-hot soldering iron, stinging. Not like, but it was!

Right in the inner pocket of his chest, the originally silent ghost-work ball emitted terrifying high temperature, just like a red-hot iron block, hot to the touch.

Inside the ghost-work ball, the complex structure was running and spinning crazily, but it suddenly stalled and crashed in the sound of what seemed to be breaking!

Before it completely fell silent, it left the last warning words:

[Be careful, something's wrong...]

Something's wrong?

Ji Jue was almost laughed at by anger, just wanting to point to this sky and earth and the ruins in front of him and ask, which part of this place do you think is right?

Big brother, are you okay!

Can you say something useful?

"Brother Ji Jue, be careful!!!"

An Ran's voice suddenly sounded. The moment he heard it, his eyes flashed, and the lock rope had already popped out from An Ran's sleeve, wrapped around his waist, and pulled him toward the back.

Without any resistance, Ji Jue's body flew into mid-air, turned his head in shock, and only then did he see the place he had just stood on... the floor full of cracks, shattered.

From the building under the crack, what appeared was a huge mouthpart big enough to chew and swallow ten of him!

The huge mouth, like a meat grinder, extended from the broken building, and then, it was the roar of the building collapsing like firecrackers, and the body as long and thick as a train probed out from the building.

Like a living thing, and like iron and stone.

Under the insect-like shell and rotten flesh, there was a faint metallic glow, like a machine—but when Ji Jue subconsciously resonated with his ability, the induction became so elusive, difficult to lock, as if between existence and dissipation.

And when the circle of scarlet compound eyes around the huge mouthpart looked at Ji Jue instantly, communication seemed to finally begin—the crazy screaming that poured into his mind was enough to make his consciousness completely collapse.

Like the painful wailing of thousands of people.

Those sounds overlapped together, better than thunder.

Suddenly, in the skull, it exploded!

His vision went black.

"What the hell!"

He fell toward the ground, but before that, the little cow-horse had already burned its tires and started in place, shooting out, jumping with extreme proficiency, and had already carried him on the motorcycle.

No order needed, directly crushing the gravel and bricks piled up at the corner of the wall, leaping up, pulling An Ran's rope, and soaring from the broken building, falling toward another collapsed roof.

Run away!

*Boom!*

Behind them, the huge monster, shaped like a centipede, plunged down at their original position, piercing through the building, and the crumbling building finally ushered in an explosion-like collapse.

Dust flew, gravel splashed.

The eerie strange sound like the tide rang out from the collapsed building, and then, the ferocious flying birds that had been lurking in the darkness sprayed out like a waterfall, rushing into the sky.

As if they

And the first one it locked onto was An Ran, who was being dragged behind!

At this moment, An Ran was gripping the chain, flying through the air as the motorcycle towed him along, yet his body seemed to have no tendency to fall whatsoever!

Old Zhang had once told Ji Jue that among the inherited Ethereal quality application techniques of the followers of the White Deer Dao, there was an ultimate skill that allowed for free conduction and control of power, making one’s body as light as nothingness and capable of leaping dozens of meters in a single bound.

When combined with a special Supreme Blessing, it could even produce more exaggerated effects; one would not sink even if falling into water, but could instead tread upon the waves and float freely across a torrent, or conversely, increase one's own weight to take root upon landing.

But now, what Ji Jue saw was an effect that surpassed even the rumors—under the reinforcement of the blessing, An Ran’s already negligible weight had been erased by the White Deer’s Ethereal technique, making him as light as a feather.

Like a kite, soaring freely in mid-air!

Even though he was currently being chased and surrounded by several strange birds, trapped in a tight encirclement, An Ran still waved his hand to signal Ji Jue not to worry, and when he waved again, a shrill whistle that made the eardrums ache burst from his fingertips.

Like a peal of thunder.

A faint white line could be seen flying from his fingertips, shooting out like electricity, turning freely in mid-air, light and graceful, and thus, it swept past.

It returned to his hand once more.

Only then did Ji Jue see clearly that it was a piece of iron, rubbed red by friction in the air and even slightly deformed!

It was no more than two fingers wide and a finger long, with a thickness no different from a razor blade.

Immediately following that, gruesome sprays of blood exploded in mid-air. The swooping strange birds suddenly lost their momentum, each spewing colors of either ink-green or scarlet, their dismembered limbs falling from their torsos toward the ground.

Not one was spared!

Only now, in the blood-wind rushing toward him, did Ji Jue see the smile on An Ran’s face.

So innocent, overflowing with joy.

Perhaps this was his true self.

Unlike other families, the rules of the An family were quite rigid; they were extremely repulsed by autonomous awakening, a method of Supreme Inspiration that others might find more suitable for themselves, and members of every generation were formed through rituals directed toward the White Deer for higher-level inspiration.

Whether they were biological children, from collateral branches, or adopted orphans, they would all begin the unified ritual at the age of six, yet the conditions were extremely harsh, and those who could pass in any given year were few and far between.

Children who could not complete it would be relegated to the outer courtyard, and if no one within three generations could pass the ritual selection, they would be completely removed from the family name. It was not a good thing for someone without talent to be associated with the An family.

And through higher-level inspiration, the ability they awakened was also only one kind, which was simple and vigorous—Projection!

To put it bluntly, it was throwing things out of one's hand.

It was just that compared to ordinary people, they threw further, faster, and stronger.

Strong to the point that even fellow Chosen Ones could not hope to catch up!

This was the terror of inheritance.

Such a simple technique, after the research and tempering of generations of members, had seen its application methods and the inheritance of the skill become so broad and profound that it was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In the An family, such a technique was summarized as the "Pitch-Pot Ritual."

Much like the parlor games of ancient princes and nobles during their banquets, it sounded so gentle and refined, masking the bloodshed and death it created when it truly bared its fangs.

Now, every time An Ran, swaying with the wind, flicked his fingers, sprays of blood exploded in mid-air, with wails and shrill whistles rising together, incessant to the ear.

But those thick, bloody auras seemed to make the massive monster originally lurking in the ruined building even more frantic; in its pursuit, it kept opening its mouth, not even waiting for the corpses of those strange birds to fall from the sky to the ground.

The more it ate, the hungrier it became.

Circles of eerie compound eyes had already aimed at the chef in mid-air... in hot pursuit!

You damn thing, you’re just fixated on this one bite, aren't you?

Ji Jue was completely numb, twisting the throttle to the max, not hesitating to squeeze out all his Ethereal quality and pour it into the body of the Little Cow-Horse.

Making the engine vibrate and roar, both exhaust pipes spewing cyan tail flames like rockets.

The speed soared once again!

Just like that, nimbly soaring and leaping between the ruined buildings, trekking between collapsed ruins and bricks, like a shitty game cutscene where there were no QTEs and everything had to be done manually, a desperate escape!