Chapter 383

【Present World Fulcrum · Primordial Sacrificial Temple】

Just eight simple characters, don't know why, but put together, Ji Jue didn't quite recognize them anymore.

The amount of information was too much and too little, so much so that once he started thinking, his brain overloaded and started feeling like it wasn't enough...

He wasn't seeing the title 'Present World Fulcrum' for the first time; he had already seen it before at the headquarters of the Taiyi Ring Association, Tian Shu.

If it could be regarded as a prefix of praise or description at the time, then looking at it now, the meaning of 'Fulcrum' might be even more exaggerated and important than he had imagined.

Being able to have an importance equivalent to Tian Shu in the assessment of the Heavenly Track was enough for Ji Jue to raise all his spirits, not to mention that there was something like the Primordial Sacrificial Temple behind it.

With a name so awesome, its gold content would definitely not be low.

He was already prepared for any accident.

After repeatedly confirming many preparations, he finally gathered his courage and decided to set off.

After all, he knew with his heels that it was absolutely impossible to let him in so easily, right?

Then, Ji Jue discovered—there is indeed some truth to the fact that normal people don't think with their heels!

Because he got in.

Simple, easy, fast to the point of being outrageous.

He had just sat down on the Doomsday Express, clicked on the navigation, and confirmed the start.

And then it was gone.

The Myriad Phenomena Engine vibrated slightly, spiritual quality circulated, fuel reserves plummeted by a large chunk, and then... he saw the scenery of the platform outside the window change slightly and return to normal.

The train departed, the train left the station, the train arrived at the station.

It took less than a second.

Before he could even sell a wave of boxed lunches or promote some small commodities, a message popped up on the panel: 【Present World Fulcrum · Primordial Sacrificial Temple】, arrived.

Ji Jue hadn't even felt it yet, and he experienced a wave of regret and loss from the Doomsday Express.

It was as if it hadn't been on the road for a long time, and it had arrived at the destination just after leaving the house.

Still wanting more.

He had to stroke the control panel and comfort it patiently: It's okay, our train is already very powerful, a few seconds is already a long time.

It's just that I don't know why, after he comforted it like this, the Doomsday Express seemed even sadder...

The platform outside the window was still no different from before departure,

still the extension and evolution of the Doomsday Express's domain, but compared to the previous platform, it lacked a bit of simplicity and plainness, and had a bit more gorgeousness and exaggeration, and even the decline and loneliness of long-term lack of maintenance.

Covered in dust.

As a station recorded in the Heavenly Track, its domain was much larger than the train's platform, but it was still a closed space where one couldn't see inside or outside.

After confirming that the train could run at any time and making full preparations, Ji Jue shouldered his bag and walked step by step toward the outside of the gate.

With a flash of light, he was in an unknown hall on the mountainside of the sacrificial temple.

When he looked back at the entrance, the station's entrance and exit had already turned into a gorgeous relief covered in cracks.

And when Ji Jue's eyes went black and he felt regret...

It was already too late.

"Holy crap... Eternal Empire?!"

Look at this level of decoration that is exaggerated and luxurious to the point of being outrageous, the architectural style that differs from today's designs, and the ubiquitous praise and songs; where else in the world is there a second place?

When the fleeting glimpses in the mercury records of the past leaped before his eyes, Ji Jue felt his whole body shake, and then, unspeakable hatred and anger surged from his soul.

Not coming from himself, but from... Non-Aggression, which had been silently assisting and supporting Ji Jue for a long time!?

At this moment, Non-Aggression moved, moved again, and moved again!

Countless silver patterns spread from his hands, instantly enveloping his soul, and then, from the brilliant silver radiance, a wisp of darkness and blood color appeared along with the killing intent that had been hidden for hundreds of years... as if it had already been engraved at the very bottom of the matrix.

Killing with eyes, killing with ears, killing with nose, killing with tongue, killing with body!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

I'm going to kill everything!

Even separated by four or five hundred years, crossing such a long time, the moment he felt the power of the Eternal Empire and the residual aura of the Heavenly Pillar in the air that had almost condensed into substance, bone-deep malice and hatred appeared.

The Eternal must end, the rule must be severed, and the shackles and fetters must be broken...

The Emperor must die!!!

And accompanying the restlessness of Non-Aggression, the entire silent Rift Realm seemed to shake slightly, power surged and erupted in the sacrificial temple, and the shadow of the tower surged in the vortex.

The shadow of the tower, which had been severed by the Blade of Change, reacted instinctively; countless black threads extended from the void out of thin air, and thousands of threads turned into a terrifying scale like a sea tide, sweeping over majestically!

And in the hall, ancient bronze statues suddenly opened their eyes, their pupils pitch black and scarlet, holding broken weapons, and pounced!

Even before Ji Jue had time to react, they had already...

Knelt before Ji Jue.

Prostrate on the ground.

"?"

Ji Jue was stunned, looking around blankly, only to see the roaring black torrent suddenly stop, and then, disappear without a trace at a speed even more outrageous than when it appeared.

Completely ignoring the malice and provocation of Non-Aggression.

Turning a blind eye, turning a deaf ear.

Slipping away!

In the dead silence, Ji Jue looked at the scene around him, and finally, looked down blankly, only to see the faint light radiating from his wrist, and even the slight warmth in his bosom.

That was the watch and the Hanxiang Mirror that entrusted the authority of the Heavenly Track?!

At this moment, a wisp of faint light rose from both of them, wandering across the air, outlining two distinct and complex emblems.

As if verifying authority.

One was like a palm with five fingers spread out, fiddling with thousands of threads, setting things right, and at the very bottom, marked in an ancient language: 【Hand of Imperial Control】.

Instantly, verification passed.

Amidst the changing light, the emblems and text changed, turning into a brand-new appearance: 【Passage Everywhere, Nothing Forbidden】

One was like many sword blades and broken iron intertwined, surrounding a solemn crown. Below the emblem, the given title was: 【Sword Artisan Hanxiang】!

In the changing light after verification passed, the last line of brand-new text appeared, revealing the authority:

—————【Sword and Boots on the Hall, Praised and Not Named】!

In the end, two streams of light converged and fell on Ji Jue.

Instantly, the malice of the whole world and the ubiquitous feeling of suffocation seemed to disappear without a trace, replaced by unprecedented comfort and pleasure.

As if returning home, unrestrained.

"emmmm..."

Ji Jue reached out tentatively, knocked on the stone carvings and bronze statues in front of him, no reaction, then knocked again, still no reaction.

They were just dead objects, having lost the blessing of the Law of Tian Yuan within the sacrificial temple, with no supernatural power.

Ji Jue carefully awakened Non-Aggression and waved it again; this time, no matter how much Non-Aggression's aura appeared, the sacrificial temple didn't change at all.

It didn't care at all, only looking at identity and not the person; even if the one carrying the authority was a Mohist rebel, it was as if it couldn't see him.

Letting him jump back and forth at the door, there was no impatience.

"So we're on the same side now?"

Ji Jue scratched his head, looked down at the gold-inlaid floor tiles under his feet, and after a long while, asked tentatively: "Then I'll just... be impolite, okay!"

The sacrificial temple didn't speak.

Ji Jue took it as tacit consent.

He immediately pried off a piece cleanly and neatly, with lightning speed.

Throughout the whole process, he saw countless black threads and the surrounding stone carvings and bronze statues constantly twitching and doing sit-ups, like they had epilepsy, but they didn't stop him at all.

Thus, Ji Jue's expression became increasingly subtle.

Holding the brick, he turned back decisively...

Three minutes later, Ji Jue, having rolled up his sleeves, carrying a sack, pushing a small cart, and changing into a pair of work clothes, appeared from the station again.

Then, he set off with his head held high, puffing and panting!

Isn't the Imperial Cemetery shopping starting now?!

"Ah ah ah ah ah, Master, Master save, save me... save ah ah ah ah ah..."

In the dead silence, only the shrill screams echoed continuously.

But there was no response at all.

Everyone moved away silently, not saying a word, including the Master leading the team from Wulou Temple, whose face was livid, raising his hand several times, but then stopping abruptly.

He couldn't even give his disciple a quick death.

In the broken corridor, everyone stared at the shadows coming and going not far away, feeling cold all over. Even if they paid attention to many taboos, there were always omissions.

It wasn't just those shadows that would immediately riot once they detected the aura of an outsider; the reliefs on the walls and even the ubiquitous stone carvings and bronze statues would give them a surprise at any time.

The monk who triggered the taboo at this moment had just accidentally turned his head while passing through the corridor and glanced at the Emperor's portrait with peeling oil paint on the wall.

Then, he froze in place.

He didn't know what he had seen, and by the time he reacted and should have paid his respects, it was already too late.

His body had already begun to dissolve rapidly; the first to bear the brunt was his face, slowly sliding down like mud, then his limbs and torso, but after the initial fear, there was some kind of hysterical ecstasy and excitement, waving his dissolving limbs, dancing, and being overjoyed: "I, I... ha, haha, hahahahaha... I saw it... I, I am..."

*Snap! *

The mud-like body exploded with a bang, turning into gorgeous oil paint, leaving a glaring mark on the ground.

Yet, among those colorful marks, a phantom slowly formed, writhing, gradually rising, and merging into that portrait covered in cracks.

Never to be seen again.

Only the joyful laughter that sounded like auditory hallucinations echoed in the dark corridor, making one's hair stand on end.

"Lord Wuyou, what is going on?"

In the crowd, the expression of the withered and thin woman who looked like a living corpse twitched: "Didn't you say that with the waist tag, we wouldn't have to worry about these things invading?"

At this moment, the broken waist tags hanging on everyone's bodies were still flickering with faint light, but they couldn't bring any sense of security at all.

This was a treasure that Lord Wuyou had gritted his teeth and taken out after continuous losses.

As a result, besides weakening the Tian Yuan pressure here a little, it was completely useless!

"Do you have any imperial official positions or titles? The waist tag can only serve as a voucher for walking in the palace, but it can't stop acts of presumption!"

Lord Wuyou asked back indifferently, his expression gloomy, "The Emperor's power reaches the four seas and rules the world, naturally possessing the glory of all phenomena. The Eternal Monarch is inherently close to the incarnation of Tian Yuan; humble people who rashly peek at the Heavenly Face, if they do not pay homage, will naturally be assimilated like rotten grass and fireflies seeing the sun and moon...

I have already told you the rules, do you think I was exaggerating?"

The withered and thin woman's expression changed slightly, but under the cold gazes of Lord Wuyou's many subordinates, she ultimately said nothing.

In the time that followed, no one dared to speak again.

Only Lord Wuyou, walking in front, had a solemn expression, leading everyone to shuttle through the complex roads outside the sacrificial temple, approaching the mountainside step by step.

But while walking, everyone felt a sudden tremor under their feet, and countless hair-raising friction sounds erupted from the bricks and walls.

As if an earthquake had struck.

At the top of the mountain, the highest point of the Rift Realm, the sacrificial temple shook!

A magnificent bell sound erupted out of thin air, and a pitch-black tide spread with the sound waves, sweeping in all directions, echoing back and forth in the Rift Realm.

Everything went black before everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help but bend their waists involuntarily.

"Bow!!!"

At this moment, under Lord Wuyou's order, they couldn't care about anything else, and immediately knelt on the long street, together with all the screaming shadows, paying homage to the sacrificial temple on the mountains.

In the team, behind Xie He, the White Deer Sin-Tainted one from the Wolf Nest frowned subconsciously, and his movement while worshipping was half a beat slower; in the rhythm of the tower's shadow, his legs were instantly crushed.

Gritting his teeth, he didn't even dare to scream.

And this was just a small ripple of the Law of Tian Yuan toward the disrespectful...

The entire Rift Realm seemed to have suddenly ushered in a storm, and wave after wave of tremors were lifted from the abyss below; the sea of clouds surged, and the waves were endless.

A hair-raising roar sounded from the bottom of the abyss, shrill and resentful, like the dying cry and curse of a monster.

For thousands of years, it had been engraved in the old time, echoing endlessly.

But they didn't even dare to peek, they could only grit their teeth, silently enduring the heavy pressure of the bell waves, and under the protection of the faint light of the waist tag, prayed for the anomaly to end as soon as possible.

"Damn..."

Ji Jue leaned out at the edge of the dangerous cliff outside the sacrificial temple, staring at the huge shadow in the abyss, dumbfounded:

"What a big snake!"