Chapter 338: Shadow

"Assuming all phenomena in the world are like books, hidden in the library, 【Name】 is a pointer, a special label. A method that allows you to find the required event with the fastest speed."

Tong Ting said: "If we start from this angle—what is the difference between an absolutely pure and blank event and something that doesn't exist?

It is even more illusory than so-called fate, and even more indescribable.

Then, how can it be summarized and described? Since it cannot be summarized and described, how can it be pointed to? How can it be observed in the eyes and summarized as a record?

Ether views all things as information and messages, but in this existence, how can something that doesn't contain any information appear?"

Ji Jue fell silent, eyes wide open.

As if shocked, dumbfounded, as if finally noticing his own fallacy.

"Name? Directivity..."

In a flash of lightning, the first sentence about Chunjun in the Elephant Sword Nine Types suddenly appeared in his mind, as if quoted from more ancient classics and fragments, without any annotation.

"... The name that can be named is not the eternal name?"

What is important is not blankness and existence, what is important is the 'name' written by the sword artisan, the direction given... From the beginning, he had walked into a misunderstanding!

Directivity!

Directivity is the most important thing.

"So that's it, I understand!"

As if in an instant, enlightened, lightning flashed across Ji Jue's brain. In an instant, countless contradictory records seemed to be completely connected.

Why, the description of every sword is completely different, why every Chunjun, besides the basics, finally presents completely different effects...

That is to say, the direction of ether, no, the direction of the sword artisan, the 'name' given by the sword artisan!

But unfortunately, Ji Jue was still stuck in the thinking of Fluid Alchemy, drilling into the tip of the horn on the road of purification, so much so that he didn't have any results, but didn't expect...

Unfortunately, at this time, you can't do subtraction, you have to add ingredients!

He stood up suddenly.

"Sorry, sorry for the disturbance." Ji Jue couldn't care about politeness: "I have an urgent matter!"

"Go, go."

Tong Ting was not surprised, waving his hand with a smile.

Then... three minutes later, he came back in a flash.

Even faster than before he left!

Tong Ting's movement stopped again, puzzled.

And Ji Jue's smile became even more earnest and humble, "Just remembered, the record book at home is used up, can you give me some?"

Thus, Tong Ting couldn't hold it anymore.

Helpless, looking up to the sky and sighing.

"These two chickens, you really didn't send them in vain..."

Two chickens, solved so many problems, and can even eat and take?!

Who invented this kind of dog-thing artisan?

He waved his hand helplessly.

Ten minutes later, with his whole body loaded down with bags and carrying several boxes in his hands, filled with all sorts of materials he had scammed, and having filled the trunk of the Little Niu Ma to the brim, Ji Jue finally waved goodbye with reluctance, looking back every few steps at Tong Ting, who had seen him to the door.

Just like this, finally drifted away.

After a long time, Tong Ting was still standing at the door, watching vigilantly, worried that this dog-thing would make a comeback.

After confirming that he was really gone this time, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh. Now, Tong Ting finally understood why the old man suddenly decided to go out for a walk today... Fortunately, he left early, otherwise, his blood pressure would probably not be able to bear it!

Good news, Ji Jue really didn't treat the Tong family as outsiders.

Bad news, he didn't intend to treat them as humans either...

"Kou jie kou jie kou jie, Isis, I'm not a human anymore!"

Inside the workshop of the Doomsday Express, in front of the massive furnace, feeling the rising changes in the flames, Ji Jue couldn't help but dance with joy.

In this regard, Isis expressed calmness.

She had never treated Ji Jue as a human... but where is there a normal person like this?

Making trouble on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, going crazy on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, and assassinating Xu Chaoxian on Sunday.

Exploding wherever he goes, having amazing wisdom when he pats his head, and giving you some secret weapons and mysterious surprises if you are not careful... Encountering such a master, if Isis had a body, I'm afraid she would have had a cerebral hemorrhage long ago.

"Hmm, hmm, so that's it, I understand, I understand everything!"

Ji Jue laughed wildly, the Non-Attack extended, manipulating the fierce light in the furnace to rise, change, and further catalyze...

It was simply like a chain disaster.

When the first domino was pushed down, the thinking that Ji Jue had been stuck in for a long time suddenly opened up, and then it was sparks and lightning all the way, solving one problem, two problems, three problems, and then many misunderstandings and unknowns behind were all connected.

Chunjun, which is known as the first in spirituality among the nine types and has infinite wonderful uses, has no fixed form from the beginning.

It's like the same seed, planted into different appearances by different artisans... The final effect is also worlds apart, varying from person to person.

There is certainly a difference in the level of attainments and the difference in means, but more of it is the qualitative leap of ether and ascension that the artisan finally bestows upon Chunjun.

No wonder the Master said to let him try Chunjun first. After Chunjun is completed, spiritual quality refining can also be introduced.

The embryo of Chunjun is between existence and non-existence, can be transformed at will, and the complete Chunjun, through gradual tempering and gestation, can even completely get rid of the shackles of matter and exist in the state of pure spiritual quality!

Its wonderful uses vary from person to person, or it can avoid disasters and protect the master, or it can cross the sea and climb mountains, or it can be like a guard and a dead soldier, vigilant day and night...

Its spirituality is even more formed by the person, this is simply a sword of self-nature and self-spirit made by the artisan's spiritual quality, records, and direction!

Unlike Isis, who was born as a workshop spirit at the moment of birth, used to replace the artisan to control many cumbersome controls.

It is more like an extension and tool of the sword artisan's hands and feet, a shadow that always follows under his feet, a sword spirit that runs autonomously.

A loyal dog that doesn't know fatigue.

Beside the furnace, in a huge nest, the little Niu Ma suddenly felt cold all over, raised its head curiously, and looked around—everything was as usual, why did it have a feeling that it was about to be optimized?

BOOM!

At that moment, the furnace door opened suddenly.

Shrill screams rose from the flames, wailing and crying rolled and spread, blood overflowed, like a spring, submerging the feet.

Soon, after the hallucination dissipated, Ji Jue had a strange broken sword in his hand, with flesh squirming, countless eyes opening and closing, twisting and turning.

Failure.

Ji Jue was expressionless, flicked his hand, Dissociation Technique, destroyed instantly.

After the old problem was solved, the new problem came... Because Chunjun is a sword of self-nature and self-spirit, all changes originate from the sword artisan, so it is highly similar to the sword artisan.

So much so that... after encountering a creator like Ji Jue, the probability of sin-tainting is incredibly high!

"Fourteen failures."

Isis seemed to be gloating, sighing: "This time it was eroded and sin-tainted by the White Hall, which is a case that hasn't happened before—sir, if I were you, I would consider whether I should welcome stagnation-rot."

"Take a break, start over."

Ji Jue rubbed his face, full of spirit, even if he was frustrated repeatedly, it didn't matter. He finally found a little bit of feeling.

Frustration before was because there was no way out, like a headless fly bumping around, but now, it's just some trouble and tempering on the right path. The direction is not wrong, so all investment is worth it.

Even if countless materials were thrown into the furnace like flowing water, consuming assets worth millions in just two days...

But it's too expensive.

Even for the current Ji Jue, it's a bit unbearable, but fortunately, there is a solution.

"The frequency of recruitment needs to be increased." Ji Jue sighed, "Improve the KPI of employees this month, suffer a bit for everyone, I will solve the sales."

"Received, Lu Feng has been notified."

Isis, who was acting as a tiger for the evildoer, calmly formulated a new fishing plan again, and by the way, adjusted the original production indicators up by a large margin, and then ordered a batch of stimulants from the Xinxing Nursing Home, enough for the free cattle and horses to spit white foam and turn the millstone into sparks in the next few months...

And after a short rest, Ji Jue stood in front of the furnace again.

Radiant.

Self-nature, self-spirit, self-freedom... many theories and techniques in the nine types circled in his brain, watching many materials thrown into that piece of darkness again.

Then, he pulled out the bone knife again and added another blood cut to his scarred wrist.

The viscous blood color shone with crimson light, winding out, like a snake, thrown into the furnace.

Then, it was Ji Jue's own spiritual quality.

A little faint light rose between his five fingers, gradually growing, the spiritual quality from Ji Jue did not undergo any purification, but instead carried many imprints and breaths belonging to him evenly.

Thrown into blood and fire, instantly merged into one.

Immediately after, Ji Jue fished out a record book from the Tong family, a blank record book with gold edges, scarlet flowing, revealing Ji Jue's name. Then, with the opening of the matrix, many complex records were imprinted in it, using this as the source and direction.

Waiting for the moment when blood, fire, spirit, and iron were extracted and changed, thrown into the furnace again.

Next, it was the operation of flowing clouds and water, control of heat, sublimation of spiritual quality and matter, purification in change, and integration without any stagnation.

Thus, in the dead flames, familiar faint light rose again.

The process that had been repeated countless times seemed to have some subtle differences. Clearly, all perceptions were exactly the same as before, and all changes were exactly the same.

But Ji Jue's heart was inexplicably settled.

As if by intuition, a realization emerged for no reason—this time it can succeed, this time it can, this time there is no problem.

Until... the sound of shattering emerged from the furnace again!

The change that was originally flowing like clouds and water was suddenly cut off.

Everything returned to dead silence.

"It seems this time it failed again, sir." Isis sighed.

Ji Jue didn't speak, waved his hand, opened the furnace, and what he saw were many fragments that had disintegrated before they could form, the small ones as fine as dust, and the large ones only the size of a finger.

Those crystal-clear fragments reflected the radiance like mercury.

As if a mirror had fallen to the ground and shattered.

"No."

Ji Jue couldn't help but smile: "Isis, I succeeded."

At that moment, countless mirror-like fragments reflected Ji Jue's face, revealing an appearance exactly the same as his, lips opening and closing, making sounds with him.

Following him, smiling together.

From the smile, invisible flames rose from the mirror, covering that soft face, tearing through the disguise, burning away the curtain. Among countless fragments, countless strange shadows burning in the flames raised their heads, as if evil ghosts from hell, grinning silently.

Finally, bowing their heads in submission.

Just for a moment.

Soon, countless mirror surfaces faded away silently, the divinity disappeared, and they rapidly disintegrated into ashes.

That wisp of Chunjun god marrow that changed and rose finally dissipated completely.

And Ji Jue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

—Elephant Sword Nine Types·Chunjun, trial production completed! ===== CHAPTER 339 =====