Chapter 378: Without Compassion

Never had such a feeling before.

It was like walking from one dream into another; reality was changing in complex ways, so abrupt and eerie, but it also seemed as if it should be exactly like this.

Perhaps this is also a dream?

Otherwise, why is everything like a dream bubble, changing unpredictably?

In the trance, even he himself became so false; only the Chunjun sword in his hand was true and real.

In the hell of seemingly infinite flames, he walked through the burning scorched earth, head held high, bathing in the fire rain like tears, yet he didn't feel any burning pain or unease in the slightest.

It was as if... he had returned to his hometown.

Even the air filled with the smell of ash and sulfur became so sweet.

But is there really air?

Is he really breathing?

Ji Jue doesn't possess any body at all; at this moment, he is only relying on the blessing chain of Chunjun · 【Transcendent Vision】, causing his soul to temporarily detach from his flesh, turning into a wandering soul-like posture, appearing independently.

With his original ability, at most he could only wander within a radius of ten or twenty miles, adding a ghost story to Xinquan. But now, under the guidance of Chunjun, the moment his soul detached from his flesh, he was directly dragged here by invisible resonance and power.

And, after going deep into the rekindled flame tide, he felt no stagnation or discomfort, as if it should have been like this originally!

From one body to another?

But what is his body now?

The disaster of the flame tide?

He was about to be amused.

Only when he lowered his head could he see the pitch-black crack on his chest, becoming clearer and clearer. Wisps of flames sprouted from the darkness, echoing the infinite flames outside at this moment.

Urging him, pushing him, begging him...

To end everything before him!

"Please, please... kill me..."

A fuzzy human shadow like ash crawled on the scorched earth, wriggling and struggling, like a believer in hell meeting a god, begging humbly: "Please... please..."

It cried out, hoarsely and mournfully, together with countless souls imprisoned in the flames:

"... Compassion."

"..."

Ji Jue was silent, closing his eyes.

He said, "I'm sorry."

Compassion, I don't have it.

At that moment, Chunjun was held backward and stabbed down!

Pop!

The shadow of ash cracked and exploded at the sound, a few sparks rose and fell into the crack on Ji Jue's chest. Instantly, in the hole, that wisp of weak fire light rose again.

Like a seed sprouting.

And so, amidst countless cries, one cry suddenly ceased; what remained was a light sigh of mixed sadness and joy, as if grateful.

Thank you.

Ji Jue moved forward indifferently, turning a deaf ear, walking toward the next withered bone in the flames, waving his hand, and beheading it.

The second one.

It was as if someone was saying, thank you.

Ji Jue was unmoved, lifted Chunjun again, swung it, and slashed!

The light of ultimate purity sprouted from his soul, operated, and condensed into a spiritual quality sword that was even more real than substance, and the power of Chunjun appeared. Under the transformation of ascension, will and determination combined with spiritual quality, turning into a weapon!

The Nine Types say, this is the power of ten thousand forces, destroying the firm and pulling out the tough!

The moment that dazzling sword blade slashed down, the scarlet flame tide that was raging and flowing actually split into two.

Gullies appeared on the scorched earth, and withered bones emerged from the embers, and in the rough slashing and sweeping, they turned into fragments and were completely annihilated!

Ji Jue's left hand lifted, his soul grasped virtually, and instantly, another brilliant spiritual quality blade manifested.

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

At this moment, I am Chunjun; Ji Jue's spiritual quality blade is the blade of Chunjun, so how could it be limited by quantity?

It's not just that!

Accompanied by Ji Jue's thought, a scarlet color immediately wrapped around the blade of Chunjun!

Nine Types · Panying!

Man and sword stimulating each other was originally a crucial link in the Nine Types. In the process of the sword artisan tempering Panying with spiritual quality, the evil intent of Panying was gradually subdued and suppressed, while the ferocity of Panying also seeped into Ji Jue's spiritual quality, bestowing a qualitative change.

At this moment, the spiritual quality sword, which could be changed freely, long or short, virtual or real, under the control of Chunjun, added a layer of violence and ferocity!

Like a tiger with wings!

"Rest assured... I will definitely kill you by any means necessary!"

And so, amidst countless cries, he moved forward again, using the ferocious swordsmanship passed down by Panying, slashing and shattering all the residual souls within reach.

Walking step by step into the deeper part of the tide.

Disappearing.

Only the silent flame tide gradually expanded, raging, and drumming unceasingly!

At this moment, in the darkness beneath the deep sea, countless dead ashes boiled along with the seawater. That scarlet flame tide, imprisoned and shackled in the blockade, began to expand violently.

Like a volcano, erupting out of control!

Under the pressure from all sides, the chains transformed by the laws of the Heavenly Origin were also vibrating violently, cracks appearing, and actually one after another, the chains were detaching from the flame tide...

It was as if the nails originally fixed on it had been pulled out by someone!

In just a few minutes, the moment the eleventh law of the Heavenly Origin loosened, a shocking gap appeared in the originally airtight net.

Flame light sprayed, gathered into a beam, broke through the pressure of the deep sea and layers of obstacles, and amidst countless eerie sounds of crying and laughing, soared into the sky.

Shining for ten thousand miles!

Even in this sea area, which is extremely remote and niche in the Wandering Sea, and has layers of illusions to hide and mislead, turning it into a mirage, who can guarantee that no one will discover such shocking clues?

Beneath the sea surface where the storm raged at this moment, inside a strange giant ship suspended in the ocean, it had already turned into a mess.

In the huge control room filled with complex secret rituals, it was chaotic.

"What's going on!"

"Didn't it just go well?"

"The seed of the flame tide has started to go out of control for no reason... The shadow of the tower is too far from the present world, and it can no longer suppress it!"

"Trash! Trash! All of you are trash!"

The pale-faced person in charge roared in anger, but immediately after, he heard hurried footsteps, the door was pushed open with a bang, and the people who rushed in poured in.

At the front was a man with skin as pale as a ghost and a withered and thin body, as if he couldn't withstand the wind, but when those strange double pupils looked down, the entire control room fell into silence.

Who knows how many people were terrified and crawled on the ground, kowtowing; the person in charge trembled and bowed: "Lord Wuyou! The situation..."

Boom!

Lord Wuyou flicked his finger, and an invisible pressure suddenly erupted, instantly smashing the original person in charge to the ground, unable to move, nearly suffocating.

The sound of shattering rang out continuously, like torture.

Seeing their immediate superior suffer such a disaster, the subordinates no longer had the heart to gloat, and one by one, they were sweating profusely.

"A bunch of trash, this Lord spent so much energy to summon the Four Departments and Six Sects here to participate in the grand event. As a result, after so long, they haven't even been able to open a rift realm of a sacrificial temple!"

Lord Wuyou's anger erupted, and he said coldly: "Now even the flame tide is going out of control; how exactly are you doing things!"

"It's not our business, Lord Wuyou, please see clearly, please see clearly!"

The person in charge wailed and mourned, dying under the pressure, and in the face of death, he spoke without thinking: "I, I know, it must be that Sin Demon, the Sower, who harbors evil intentions! It must be him!

The forcibly revived flame tide disaster was originally a defective product; we can only induce and catalyze it. The sacrificial temple of the Holy Dynasty was originally firmly locked; how could it be opened with just a little burning? I, I..."

Bang!

The shrill begging for mercy not only didn't improve the situation, but the faces of everyone present became uglier and uglier.

A cold look flashed in Lord Wuyou's eyes, and instantly, the person in charge turned into a puddle of meat under the pressure of gravity. In the deathly silence, no one dared to speak again, crawling on the ground, shivering.

Only Lord Wuyou looked back indifferently at the person half a step behind him: "Shekhe, you are the envoy of the Sower, do you think what he said is right?"

Behind Lord Wuyou, the person wrapped in white robes, with even his face and hands wrapped in bandages like a shroud, bowed respectfully, his voice hoarse: "Lord Wuyou, please see clearly, my Lord has absolutely no such heart!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have guided you here from thousands of miles away, and delegated me to assist in the Holy Dynasty's grand plan, and summoned the Wulou Temple, the Tianxin Society, and the Wolf Nest to assist...

It's just that the flame tide disaster was originally an uncontrollable failure; the Sin Demon was not born, and the seed of the abyss had already lost its response. It's hard to say what kind of accidents might occur.

My Lord's move was just to add icing on the cake, to save you some effort, so how could he harbor evil intentions?"

Besides, if there were no flame tide disaster, what else could be used to pry open the door of the sacrificial temple?!

Relying on that defective Chixiao of yours that is used once and less once?

Heh, could it be that Chixiao is in your hands?!

Of course, Shekhe could only mutter the words that followed in his heart. He glanced at the pillar of fire that reached the sky outside the porthole, not daring to delay any longer, and reminded:

"Lord Wuyou, there is not much time left. For the current plan, we can only increase the living sacrifices!"

Another person beside him changed color: "Lord Wuyou, no! There are not many living sacrifices left. If we consume too much at this moment, how will we sacrifice to the late Emperor after entering the sacrificial temple?"

"Shut up!

Lord Wuyou was expressionless, indifferently reprimanding: "If this continues, who knows how many bystanders will be attracted? How long can the mirage cover it up?

The grand plan of the Holy Dynasty's revival, more than ten years of hard work and planning, must not be destroyed in one day! Do you want me to lower my head to the Changle brat?!"

"Come, put in another four thousand living sacrifices!"

He stared fixedly at the flame flow rising from the deep sea, a trace of iron-blue appearing in his pale face, and the palm behind his back under his long robe was already clenched.

That guy, the Sower!!!

He had spent so much price, even handing over one-third of the dignity, only to get such a defective product?!

He couldn't care anymore; he couldn't tear his face with this bunch of dog things yet.

The top priority must be to strike while the iron is hot and rush open the door of the sacrificial temple! ===== CHAPTER 379 =====

After paying such a high price, even handing over one of the three great titles, it only resulted in this piece of scrap?!

There is no time to care about that now; I cannot afford to burn bridges with this bunch of dogs yet.

The most urgent task is to strike while the iron is hot and force open the gate of the sacrificial temple!