Chapter 377: Chunjun

Tick-tock—

On the watch dial, the rotation of the hands, who knows when, along with the passage of time, overlapped silently.

6:30:30!

At this moment, the hour, minute, and second hands pointed uniformly to the 【6】 mark, and a brilliant, gold-like radiance emerged from the number.

The progress, which was only ten percent when Chunjun was "completed," now, with the cracking of Chunjun, began to surge!

Twenty percent, thirty, forty, fifty...

It was just like taking a rocket.

But Ji Jue had no time to care about anything else.

Pop.

A second crack appeared again with the sound of a bubble bursting.

It was like an ascetic practice and torment leading to destruction.

In the trance of pain and fatigue, Ji Jue had forgotten who he was, where he was, and what he was doing.

Consciousness, thoughts, soul—empty.

The only thing he did was to follow this increasingly surging and violent instinct, and swing the invisible hammer again, as if lifting his own soul, and smash down!

Bang!!!

A soundless noise, like a hallucination, suddenly spread, breaking through the workshop, echoing in Xinquan and the wilderness, ringing in everyone's ears.

It was like the sound of chains loosening and iron shackles breaking.

The moment the hammer struck, in the dim vibration before his eyes, Ji Jue saw countless floating lights and passing shadows emerging.

【Memory】

At this moment, the person named Ji Jue, from the moment of his birth, everything he had seen, thought, learned, known, and felt, rose from his soul!

A third crack appeared on Chunjun, completely breaking the perfection.

They spread and expanded on the sword body of ultimate purity, but it was so logical, just like a dragon flying and a snake dancing on paper, continuous and endless.

In the ancient, primitive, and wild era, the original humans, no different from beasts, perhaps shed blood just like this, depicting the first hunting scene in a rock cave.

The Dao of Ether was born from this!

And when the first flame was lit in the long night, illuminating pairs of ignorant eyes, the desire for ascension could no longer be stopped.

Sacrificers and shamans burned turtle shells with fire, using these oldest cracks as carriers to record good and bad omens and the past; the moment ascension and ether overlapped in the remaking of the embers, they were entangled and intertwined.

Sprouting in the past, intertwined in the present, disappearing in the future.

Just like all stories.

At this moment, accompanied by the collision and sharpening of the soul and the sword blade, cracks wound their way from the spine of Chunjun.

The story named Ji Jue was already reflected within it.

With the spirit of the sword artisan, create the spirit of Chunjun.

And then, with the name of the sword artisan, embody the name of Chunjun!

—This is the creation of the true Heavenly Craft · Chunjun!

Under the collision of the soul hammer, thousands of cracks spread from the sword spine, and Chunjun vibrated violently, as if singing a song of joy, or perhaps a mournful cry.

The clanging sound spread along with the cracks, and then, the sword body covered in countless cracks completely shattered, turning into countless fragments.

Chunjun destroyed!

But immediately after... when the shackles of matter were completely destroyed, the essence of ultimate purity was reborn from the void.

When Ji Jue's palm lifted again, a wisp of elusive phantom light appeared before his eyes.

Indistinct, dreamlike.

Yet it was like a mirror, shining on his withered and tired face, and his sparkling eyes, so clear.

It was as if it were another self.

"Hello, Chunjun!"

Ji Jue couldn't help but smile, lowering his eyes to stare at the invisible sword in his hands.

The phantom light flowed, rising and falling silently, responding to his call.

"..."

In the silence, Isis could no longer suppress her doubt: "I don't see Chunjun, Sir."

"Hmm, but this is Chunjun."

Ji Jue replied indifferently: "Naming the sword with the sword, object and self as one, therefore, they come from the same source and return to the same body. Once Chunjun can manifest in the observation of others, it has already fallen into the inferior, and can only be reduced to an external legend.

The true Chunjun, by nature, is a creation that no one can see or touch, except for the sword artisan himself..."

It is precisely to complete this close connection that is like one body with the sword artisan himself that it requires the spirit of the sword artisan, the name of the sword artisan, and the hand of the sword artisan to create it personally.

What is achieved is not Chunjun, but the sword artisan himself!

Isis was silent, only feeling that her creator might be unable to accept failure, to the point of a nervous breakdown; anyway, this kind of thing hadn't happened just once.

More importantly...

"If a sword is formless and qualityless and does not exist, how can it cut people?"

"That's right, precisely because of this, it is not used to cut others—"

Ji Jue was still smiling, cherishingly holding up that last wisp of phantom light, welcoming the realization in unprecedented joy and happiness.

"—but, used to cut oneself."

At that moment, between his empty fingers, the phantom light flowed and was held backward.

Aimed at Ji Jue's own chest.

Stab down!

Boom!!!!

Soundless, outside the deathly silent workshop, at this moment, a heaven-shaking roar suddenly erupted.

"What..."

Slan, who had returned from outside the town bathed in a rainstorm, suddenly became alert, reined in his horse, and stiffly looked up. Amidst the neighing of warhorses and the sound of swords being unsheathed, everyone reacted belatedly, looking up sluggishly.

Looking at the sky.

The sky light that had lit up at dawn disappeared.

The scorching sun was nowhere to be found.

Not just Xinquan, but the wilderness at this moment, and even far away in Yacheng, Chaocheng...

The first to notice was Ye Xian, who had been observing for a long time, followed by Tong Yuan, the old man of the Tong family lying on a lounge chair in the old mansion in the mountains, Lu Yingyue, the Haizhou Guardian inspecting the industrial park in Chaocheng, and even the old lady of the Lou family accompanying her.

Then Wen Wen woke up from a hangover, opened her eyes, and couldn't help but do a sit-up, shouting "Holy shit!"

Tong Shan, who was working overtime at the Security Bureau, subconsciously drew his sword; Old Zhang, who was teaching health preservation among the old men in his massage shop, paused his words; Xiao An, who was hesitating after finishing work whether to seize the time to practice and catch up with his sister or go find Brother Ji Jue to play, looked back blankly...

Soon, all the Chosen in Haizhou who possessed perception couldn't help but tremble, subconsciously looking up at the sky where Xinquan was located.

In the silence, the shock was unspeakable.

And outside the Federation, in the Thousand Islands, the Association's station—Tianchu, in the very center of the island, on the square where people came and went, the towering and silent clock tower suddenly shook.

Then, it rang loudly!

The magnificent sound erupted out of thin air, spreading, covering Tianchu, echoing back and forth.

All the pedestrians were caught off guard. While stunned, they couldn't help but stop, turn their heads, and when they looked at the source of the sound, they finally reacted, unable to suppress the look of envy and jealousy.

"The Bell of Moving Heaven rang on its own?"

"Who is it?"

"Damn, which dog-day person has been shipping goods all this time!"

"There's even a shill for this!"

In the office, the actions of Delong and Gustav, who were shaking hands under the witness of everyone, also paused.

When they looked at each other, a trace of surprise and emotion emerged in their eyes.

And even, joy.

"Hey, hey, hey... this is truly a good omen."

The Chairman, on his last day in office, beamed with joy, "Congratulations, Chairman Gustav, on your first day of handover, you've received good news."

Gustav's expression was steady, implicitly accepting this unexpected joy: "Likewise."

"Now, when I write my memoirs later, I can have a suitable ending."

Delong's expression became more and more pleasant. Isn't this the embers looking at his hard work for the Association for a lifetime, and giving him a farewell at the end?

He had to inquire later about which master's work this was.

Haizhou, Chaocheng, Industrial Park.

"What a big battle, it must have been more than twenty years since I last saw it, right?"

The old lady beside Lu Yingyue sighed, and casually grabbed Lou Yanyue, who was suddenly excited and wanted to have a fight.

While laughing and talking, she asked curiously: "Who is it this time? Could it be that person from the Chaosheng Workshop?"

"I guess probably not."

Lu Yingyue shook her head slowly: "Ye Xian is not someone who likes to be flashy. Even if Heavenly Craft comes out of the furnace, she wouldn't let people know. Besides, this direction..."

At this very moment, what the manifestation of the Supreme pointed to...

Xinquan?

Ah, so that's how it is?

In the sudden realization, she couldn't help but smile with relief, full of happiness.

"Just the children messing around, don't take it to heart."

At this very moment, above Xinquan, the sky was pitch black, as if the long night had returned, and the sun could no longer be seen.

Replacing it were countless brilliant stars!

Those dazzling flashes leaped out from the sky, gathered together, like a waterfall, crossing the distance between the sky and the earth, and falling down toward the mortal world.

It was as if the furnace of embers had overturned, generously sprinkling the fire seeds and wages of creation onto the world.

The Supreme Arrives!

This is the witness and gift bestowed by the infinite creation of the embers for the creation of Heavenly Craft,

The Manifestation of the Heavenly Furnace!

"Hmm?"

At the other end of the magnificent scene like the overturning of the Heavenly Furnace, it seemed that someone had sensed something. The artisan in white robes propped up his crutch, looked back, and gazed over.

After finally figuring out what had happened, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

No, it was just a joke, Xian, do you have to hold such a grudge? Thinking back to a few months ago, the Federal Civil Servant Admission Notice that this little thing Ji Jue posted on his Moments... our lineage, more or less, can be considered to have had one!

It's just...

Soon, Lord Tianlu's eyes couldn't help but droop, looking at the strange scene of the Supreme's arrival. In the brilliant light of the furnace overturning and the stars like waterfalls, a gap suddenly appeared.

From bottom to top, reversing and rolling up the sky!

A light that was ultimate purity and sharpness, yet formless and imageless, difficult to glimpse, soared into the sky!

That is...

Ji Jue?!

Just as the residual light pierced into his body and disappeared into his soul, Ji Jue had already lost consciousness.

Clearly just a wisp of insignificant spiritual quality light, the moment it touched his soul, it seemed to turn into a vast and endless long river, raging and flowing, sweeping through every corner of his consciousness and soul!

Ji Jue's soul and flesh had no rejection in the slightest; instead, they accepted and absorbed it as if starving, as if it should have been like this originally.

Since they came from the same source, they should return to the same body!

Naming the sword with the sword, object and self as one.

From now on, Chunjun is Ji Jue, and Ji Jue is Chunjun; why is there a need to distinguish between man and sword?

Countless floating lights and passing shadows appeared before his eyes again, from the birth of the baby, to the stumbling of the toddler, to the setbacks and pain of the teenager, and finally stopped at the present after adulthood, the moment Ji Jue stabbed Chunjun into his soul.

The overlapping and fusion of phenomena came to an abrupt end.

But immediately after, a trace of regret and confusion emerged naturally.

Not enough, still not enough!

Still missing a little bit...

Chunjun is like a mirror, shining on the soul, and then, this spirituality originating from the sword artisan will turn into an existence like the reflection of the soul, completely becoming a part of the sword artisan.

The current Ji Jue feels that he is standing in front of a mirror, feeling the metamorphosis of Chunjun. But for some reason, that mirror is always shrouded in a thin mist; clearly the general outline is so detailed, but the details are always blurry, as if looking at flowers in the mist.

The spirit of Chunjun shines in vain again and again, but it is always difficult to incorporate Ji Jue's reflection into it.

It is as if, there is a defect!

Until Ji Jue realized from the trance: The creation of Chunjun is already perfect; at this moment, everything is ready, and there are no flaws or defects.

What is missing at this moment is not Chunjun.

But...

Himself?

At that moment, Ji Jue's eyes drooped, looking at the reflected image in Chunjun.

And then, he finally saw, on the chest of his own hazy reflection...

A deep crack!

Bottomless, filled with darkness, just like a crack leading to hell.

The so-called...

【Hole】!

Now, when he reached out his hand, he finally felt the guidance of Chunjun in countless nightmares, and even, the voice from the other side.

On the other side of the crack, the infinite raging flame tide surged and erupted, bursting with vast echoes. Waiting in vain, suffering, crying, shouting, and calling to him at every moment!

Those long nightmares seemed to reappear before his eyes once again.

"So that's how it is—"

Ji Jue reached out in realization, touching that void reflection hole, whispering: "Is it you who has been calling me?"

No one responded.

Only in that infinite flame, the mournful cries, weeping, and roaring of countless desperate souls.

Begging for redemption, begging for an end, begging for liberation.

Ji Jue was silent.

After a long time, he reached out his hand and clenched the Chunjun in front of him.

"Then, let's make an end to it!"

In the distant mournful cries, Ji Jue lifted his eyes and saw his reflection in Chunjun.

The reflection was also looking at him.

And then, following him, forward—

The boundary of the mirror was completely broken, the reflection and the self became one, no longer separable!

In Ji Jue's withered body, a beam of dazzling spiritual quality light suddenly sprayed out.

The soul rose, broke free from the shackles and restraints of the body, and appeared independently!

Suddenly, the formless and imageless ultimate sharp light broke through the limitations of the workshop, against the celestial phenomenon of infinite wages, rose into the sky, and soared above the sky!

Under the control of the soul, the light of Chunjun galloped out.

Following the attraction and resonance from the other side of the 【Hole】, in a snap of a finger, it traversed ninety thousand miles.

In this nearly static world, infinite thunder, fierce light, wild winds, and dark clouds rushed toward him, then brushed past, and were left far behind.

Ji Jue broke through the sea area where the storm raged, descended from the sky, and plunged into the violently surging ocean. From beginning to end, he didn't startle any lightning, nor did he disturb even a drop of rain.

Just like this, he plunged straight into the deep sea, crossing the infinite darkness.

Until the deepest part of the deep ocean, that faint fire light reappeared in his eyes, magnified, magnified, and magnified again.

Just like what he saw in the long nightmares again and again.

He could vaguely see that at the very bottom of the deep sea, on the barren seabed, corpses that had sunk to the bottom of the sea were burned into ash, infinite dead ash was rekindled because of this, and the sea of flames rose, but was imprisoned in shackles.

Four hundred and eleven laws of the distorted Heavenly Origin turned into invisible restraints, entangling the reviving flame tide.

And above that raging flame, it seemed that there was something huge.

Abyss, Shadow Sun, Nether Frost, Filth Dye... the emblems of one Great Sin after another floated from the deep sea, and countless blockades shrouded the seawater, isolating the outside world.

But those, Ji Jue no longer cared about.

He had already plunged into that imprisoned flame, reappearing.

Right within the flame tide, in that world composed of flames and scorched earth, only infinite remains piled up like mountains, and fuzzy shadows wandered in the scorched earth, wailing eternally.

Descending from the sky was a rain of tears.

But the tears were scorching, like lava.

Ji Jue opened his eyes, looking at everything strange yet familiar before him, seeing the withered bones struggling in pain amidst the burning.

Those scorched faces lifted up, staring blankly at him, blood and tears winding down.

Silent mournful cries and shouts.

Begging for an end.

And so, Ji Jue lifted his hand once again.

The brilliant sword blade extended from his five fingers, as if it were the crystallization of all the beauty in the world. Its brilliance was like a lotus flower just emerging; its edge was as brilliant as the movement of stars; its light was as turbid as water overflowing a pond; its break was as rugged as broken stones; its talent was as brilliant as ice melting...

The blade of Chunjun, appearing here!

He didn't know where he was, nor did he know what had happened here.

He only knew why he had come!

"Don't be afraid."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, staring at their appearance: "I promise, it will end very soon, immediately."

Please, wait for me a little longer...

Wait a little longer, just a little while is enough!

The sword blade, slashed down from here!

A quarter of an hour later, the flame tide rioted!

The dead ash beneath the deep sea rose again, infinite flames like living things, struggling hard, rioting, breaking through layers of restraints and blockades.

Rolling flame light violently spread, burning rocks, boiling seawater.

Ignoring those angry, annoyed, or terrified shouts, breaking through the restraints and disguises of the deep sea, it soared straight into the sky.

Flame light like a blade, shining for ten thousand miles! ===== CHAPTER 378 =====