Chapter 94: Looking Back

No earth-shattering sound, no earth-shaking turmoil.

Everything was so silent.

It was like the humid wind blowing from the distant seaside making the branches of the trees sway, dust rising and falling under the sunlight, wet marks appearing on the coat in the rain.

Everything naturally welcomed change.

Or rather, there was no possibility of change anymore...

Earth, sky, ruins, the scarlet sea of spiritual quality, and even the sage's wreckage shackled above the sky, everything lost its color under the reflection of that flame light.

After stripping away all colors, only a pale emptiness like a void remained.

Under the slash of the sword, the burning wings turned into nothingness, thousands of open palms were erased inch by inch, and the falling tears and empty eyes gradually blurred.

The first to collapse was the terrifying shadow from the distant vortex.

When thousands of connections were completely cut in an instant, the projection of the vortex could no longer be maintained, and it was too late to interfere with everything happening here.

The flames of the Stagnant Rot Furnace Heart dissipated and dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end, like a candle in the wind, it blew out.

Never seen again.

Then, the sage's wreckage, from the silence, fell apart.

Just like a sand castle under the scouring of the tide, countless pale ashes rose, covering the sky, and falling slowly, like rain ending everything.

From beginning to end, Ji Jue watched it all.

But he felt everything was so far away, difficult to understand the realm and changes that were so high that even his imagination could not reach, even though all this was manifested and completed by his own body and the changes of Non-Aggression.

But the most important thing was not himself.

He made a decision, he initiated a call, he lowered his eyes and crowned it with reform, received this infinite power, and executed this end belonging to the sage.

He created all this with his own hands.

But he was just a wisp in this infinite change, a part of the huge system that constituted everything, a milligram manifested by the Blade of Reform.

He was a component, a part, an execution end.

This torrent of fierce light that pierced the sky and earth was just the appearance manifested by Him, and that rusted sword that only revealed a line of sharp edge was just a key.

From the resonance of the machine god's descent, he could feel the majestic rhythm hidden behind it.

Like a furnace manifested with the present world as a medium.

What is operating from the void is the fire ignited by the infinite soul firewood and the infinite enthusiasm for innovation!

Every creation performed by every craftsman is a sacrifice to Him, and every flame in the furnace of every Ember Heaven-Chosen will pay tribute to Him.

This is the fire of Ember.

The moment he realized this essence, his consciousness was swallowed by infinite flame light, as if, merging into the ocean gathered by infinite changes.

It was as if, transcending reality.

When the reincarnation that lasted for four hundred years collapsed, everything on the earth was erased, and the final ignition was the creation theory left by the sage, the firewood named [First Cause].

Gentle singing sounded in the empty world.

Infinite recursion, began.

Or rather, returning to Ember... in the short moment of lingering, the former sage mercury returned everything of herself to the world at this moment!

The world before his eyes turned into infinite flowing light rushing towards him—above the broken sky, countless stars jumped, showing light wantonly, drawing long trajectories, intersecting with each other, turning into complex and solemn totems.

And in the middle of the night, majestic flame light gathered, outlining a door like a sun wheel, the Gate of Eternity looked down from between the stars, reflecting everything.

Thus, Ji Jue saw the infinite changes on the earth, the magnificent ups and downs of mountains and rivers, the walking of storms and rain.

In those broken times, he saw a rainstorm in the vast desert, blooming a new green between the yellow sands.

A giant thing that covered the sky wailed from the clouds, sprinkled scarlet rain, fell on the earth, decayed and changed, turning into mountains.

The nomadic settlements chased the water and grass, and disappeared forever.

Yellow sand was vast over the ruins.

He was watching.

Small villages migrated, relied on rivers to develop trade, gradually turned into towering fortresses, experienced war, peace, and turmoil, and gradually decayed, wind and rain, leaving only broken walls, covered with moss.

It seemed that archaeologists trekked through the wilderness, digging downward, searching for ancient objects, cheering and walking past Ji Jue, he was watching.

Until the earth-shaking collapse, the town turned into ruins, in the bell sound, the Tower of Tianyuan broke from the sky, the mortal world was turbulent, everything turned into ashes, the sage who had nowhere to return lost everything, wailing silently, singing no more.

Ji Jue was still watching, witnessing the beginning of all tragedies and pain, involuntarily brought to the broken past by the torrent of time.

Until, familiar crying sounded again.

In the light rain, the awakened girl looked at the empty side, could no longer find her mother's trace, shed tears, called out, towards the back that was going away on the street outside the window.

But she didn't look back.

Just like that, walking step by step into the darkness without an end.

Since then, wandering in ruins and reincarnation, never able to return.

Until, from the broken time in the distance, came a shout with all her might.

At that moment, someone who overestimated his capabilities wanted to stretch out his hand and pull her clothes, but separated by four hundred years, this pull that could only be continued by the Blade of Reform, at best, only set off an insignificant wind.

The departing figure just waved her hand and disappeared without a trace.

Bang!

The ripples that were too fine to be noticed collapsed, and with the flashing of a Non-Aggression mark, the invisible and visible hands seemed to have a touch for an instant.

It was as if, the retention and call across four hundred years.

"LOOK BACK!!!"

She finally saw the teenager like a remnant shadow behind the ripples, the soul that was about to be ignited, and the matrix in his hand that was exactly the same as hers!

"Look at her one more time!" Ji Jue in the torrent pulled the reform desperately, raised his head, threw the thing in his hand, and shouted towards that distant time, "Even if just one glance..."

In an instant, disappeared without a trace.

Only the sound of falling sounded, landing on the ground in front of her.

That familiar pendant, weathered by vicissitudes, exhausted by time, when she opened it, the faded photo gradually lost its outline from the halo of the rain and fog, no longer clear.

Rapidly, turned into nothingness, never seen again.

She froze in place.

From the confusion and bewilderment, she looked back, looking behind her.

Scattered rain curtain, night sky shrouded by dark clouds, quiet town, shadow of the bell tower, empty square, and the phantom that did not exist here on the steps.

The girl waiting in the broken time.

Her smile.

At that moment, the lost past and the broken future overlapped briefly, relying on the ancient pendant, four hundred years of time seemed to finally extend into a line, in endless longing and reincarnation, they met again.

Even if still separated by the abyss, unreachable.

Mercury finally stopped, subconsciously wanting to stretch out her hand.

But in the momentary confusion, she seemed to understand everything. Looking at the girl's eyes and smile, she laughed the same way, so joyful and gentle.

Fine mist rain fell from her cheeks, along with tears.

Just like that, gazing at the girl in time, couldn't help but look again, wanting to stretch out her hand, touch her cheek, even if separated so far.

Until the slight remaining light of the future completely dissipated.

The world dimmed again.

She stopped in place, stiff, for a long time, staring at everything before her, greedily wanting to remember everything, finally, withdrew her gaze.

She turned and left, disappearing into the rain curtain.

In the distance, in the dark night, the towering tower still stood.

Only a weak torch light went away.

Like a lonely boat of fate.

Just as history doomed, everything had not changed.

In four hundred years, only one more glance back.

But at that moment, Ji Jue saw... at the end of the gaze, in the chaotic pitch-black abyss, dazzling light suddenly emerged!

Like stars, rising against the torrent, erupting with infinite heat and light.

Illuminating all darkness completely!

When the rising exhausted changes, falling began.

When he came back to his senses, Ji Jue had already fallen from above the sky, towards the pale and empty earth.

Inside the Rift Realm, only desolation remained, but above the sky, before the phenomenon of the star furnace dissipated, a wisp of flowing light fell.

Fell into his soul.

Brilliant changes appeared from the flowing light, circling around the machine god's descent.

Received the great power of acting on behalf of reform, cut through the reincarnation of rottenness, judged the sage's crime of evil transformation, and erased everything caused by it.

The emblem of Supreme Good · Ember appeared, bestowing the first blessing belonging to him to the Heaven-Chosen he favored.

But Ji Jue had no time to check it for the time being.

When he landed on the broken workshop hub, he saw the broken figure falling at the rift, the creation that was already dying from the burning of the reform light.

Prophet.

At this moment, she still raised her head persistently, looking at him.

Even though she had already felt the collapse of the Rift Realm and the destruction of the workshop, she still longed to get that certain answer from Ji Jue's mouth.

"It's over, right?"

"The dream and reincarnation are over, prophet."

Ji Jue squatted down and told her, "You are free."

"Yeah, free..."

The prophet leaned on the broken wall, looked back, looked at the cracks on the earth, sighed, whispered: "But freedom is so scary... clearly hating this world so much, but at the end, I actually felt it was cute."

"Regret?" Ji Jue asked.

"Perhaps, but there are already too many things to regret, so it doesn't matter."

The prophet grinned, finally, smiled self-deprecatingly: "Thank you, Mr. Ji Jue, my mission as a tool is finally completed."

"What about as a prophet?" Ji Jue asked, "Are there any last wishes to entrust? If I can help, I will try my best."

"Ha, that would be, a bit too many..."

The prophet's lips opened and closed, but didn't say it, just smiled, and said goodbye for the last time: "Thank you for your mercy and pity, as a creation, I have nothing to repay, as a prophet, I can only offer useless gratitude.

If blessings really have meaning, I sincerely hope that when your journey reaches the end, you can also get what you want."

Ji Jue laughed: "What journey, I seem to be marking time now, haven't set off yet."

"Always will, one day, always will..."

She smiled, so sure.

The light remaining in her pupils gradually dimmed, the final spiritual quality dissipated, disappeared without a trace, in that broken and empty shell, no sound.

The tool that could no longer bear the burden, thus welcomed a long sleep.