Chapter 397: Hello

The sacrificial temple was in turmoil.

When that invisible power spread, everything broken was reconstructed again. Relying on the secret ritual covering the entire Rift Realm and this dual authority at this moment, it easily rebuilt the scarred ruins into a scene of prosperity.

Countless shadows emerged again from the streets and buildings, piously bowing and kowtowing toward the majestic figure in the center of heaven and earth.

Even, not just residual shadows, everyone hiding in the Rift Realm at this moment, the Sin-Bearers hiding behind the ruins, were all bent under the ravaging of that terrifying gravity.

The chill of being watched, sweating profusely.

It was as if an invisible noose was wrapped around their necks.

Kneel, kowtow!

Amidst the sound of magnificent bells, glorious light flowed beneath Ji Jue's feet. Wherever it passed, all things worshipped, and heaven and earth sang with joy.

In a single thought, all phenomena were rebuilt!

Even high above, the shadow of the incomplete tower flowed with a trace of brilliant golden light.

Only Lord Lord Wuyou's roars and screams became increasingly high-pitched and shrill.

His eyes were covered in bloodshot eyes. Under the suppression of gravity, viscous blood tears were squeezed from the corners of his eyes, winding and sliding down, so shrill and embarrassed.

What in the world could compare to such humiliation and punishment?

Wan Wu he had obsessed over for a lifetime, suffered for day and night without sleep, and even what his ancestors had dreamed of achieving, appeared in the hands of his enemy.

Without any indifference or high-mindedness, flattering and tame, it was just like a pet.

Summoned when needed, waved away when not, but only treated him with disdain and disgust, not even looking at him as if it would dirty his eyes.

"Why. The Seal of the State, why————"

Lord Wuyou roared, his body twitching and struggling, but it was difficult to crawl up, instead being pressed more violently into the mud and sewage.

Hard to breathe.

The only thing he saw was the pair of feet stopped before him.

As if appreciating a clown.

"Do you see, Lord Wuyou, this is the difference in the Heavenly Origin Dao..."

"Some people are destined to be stepped underfoot, just like you."

Ji Jue looked down expressionlessly, sneering: "You bunch of rotten grass and fireflies, jumping clowns, only obsessed with the rotting corpses left behind by the Eternal Empire of the past. What you can achieve is nothing more than delusions, bubbles, and empty flowers."

Pitiful and sighable, laughable and pathetic.

Little do you know, only by stepping the so-called eternity underfoot, and truly being able to open up the future, can one encompass the universe, hold all phenomena, and achieve this authority that reigns above all things!"

Those words spread in the silent Rift Realm, gradually turning into thunder, reaching all things.

Like golden rules and jade laws, eternal and unchanging truths and laws, engraved in iron, stone, and soul. Spreading outside the Rift Realm, echoing in every observation of the present world, echoing endlessly!

Causing one dazed face after another to gradually become stunned, appearing pale, feeling that terrifying spirit that seemed to reign above the Heavenly Mandate.

As for whether it is true...

Anyway, as long as it looks real and sounds intimidating enough, that's all that matters! It's all down to the mouth now; whether it's impressive or not just depends on how you bullshit your way through it, right?

Just step on it without brains!

Just making up concepts, blowing technology, and cheating budgets. Ji Jue doesn't even need to slap his forehead for this kind of fart talk; he can make up ten thousand without repeating them with his toes!

As for whether it will attract hatred, laugh to death, the one speaking is Lu Changsheng of the Evil-Transforming Cult, what does it have to do with Ji, the factory manager of the Coastal Tricycle Factory?

It's hatred that is being attracted!

"I thought that heroes gathered today, and it would definitely be a good show, but I didn't expect that there were only such jumping clowns. It's so boring that it doesn't even make me interested,"

Ji Jue sighed faintly: "The Federation is mediocre, the Empire is busy, the Qiandao are chaotic, and the Central Plains are disturbed. The Supreme Good belongs to nothing but a bunch of self-deceiving insects, and the Great Sins are nothing but such ugly things."

Only a few maggots wriggling in the cesspit, wearing crowns like monkeys, but not getting the point, even more eyesore."

That voice echoed in everyone's ears, so clear.

"Wulou Temple, Tianxin Society, Rotten Wind, Blood Eye——after leaving my Evil-Transforming Cult, they have all fallen into a bunch of dogs, only knowing how to fight each other, not worth mentioning."

"You can't find a few figures in the whole world, even the so-called Heavenly Furnace..."

Ji Jue glanced mockingly at the firmament, not caring at all, sighing sincerely: "Looking at it now, it's nothing more than an old dog waiting to be slaughtered."

"Surrounded by a few pieces of trash, kicked around like a ball, it's truly ridiculous."

Heaven and earth fell silent.

One scarlet eye after another turned back, looking at the Rift Realm, shocked, or angry and gloomy.

Being commented on with such contempt, I don't know how many people were furious!

Even in various places in the present world, the observers were dumbfounded, unable to believe it.

No, how dare he?

Did he really live enough?!

Boom!!!

The Rift Realm shook. Amidst the struggle, I don't know how many aftermaths or attacks swept over.

But amidst the continuous loud noises and violent turmoil, it was unscathed.

Only Ji Jue laughed wildly at the sky, unfolding his hands, appreciating those dark and ferocious faces and cold gazes.

Didn't care at all!

As if looking down on everyone from the clouds, arrogant and so natural, that ferocious smile in the flames was imprinted in every pair of eyes.

"Now, do you understand?"

And right in this fleeting silence, Ji Jue finally lowered his eyes, lifted his foot, and stepped Lord Lord Wuyou's face into the mud, ravaging it indifferently, one foot, one foot, another foot: "The Seal of the State didn't choose you, because——"

"————From the beginning, a piece of trash like you simply did! Not! Have! The! Qualification!"

In that instant, in the mud and blood, Lord Lord Wuyou's face completely twisted, as if it were about to be completely torn apart in anger and madness.

Roaring and shouting, his body suddenly tore, shattered, rapidly expanding.

In the quagmire of the Tiger Talisman seed, one soul after another and broken bodies appeared, resembling a waterfall erupting, burning, turning into unprecedented power.

"Delusional!"

Amidst the roar, in the deep 【Hole】 on Lord Lord Wuyou's chest, the Seed of Flame Tide reappeared, exhausting all remaining living sacrifices, blood and souls poured into it, and even his own soul was torn apart and thrown into it.

Following that, the unprecedented terrifying power appeared.

Violent fierce light sprayed out, infinite flames swept, turning into a scarlet storm rising from the ground, swallowing the figure before him completely.

The temperature climbed endlessly. In a split second, the entire sacrificial temple turned into a terrifying furnace comparable to the sun itself.

Wherever it passed, everything was completely, vanished into ashes!

Souls were burned out, matter turned into dust. The moment the essence of the Flame Tide Disaster appeared, it led all things to a complete end!

The opposite of rise and ruin, the abyss of all spiritual death and the vortex of all material annihilation, overlapped here. Amidst the changes of flames, the colors turned into bizarre paleness.

Without any flaws, only pure nothingness remained!

"Die for me!!!"

Lord Wuyou roared, even though he himself had been ignited by the terrifying flames, he didn't care at all, watching the figure disappear without a trace in the flames, and couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

He danced with joy, as if mad, laughing wildly on the scorched earth: "Did you see it! Did you see it! I am the true Emperor of the Empire, you guys are not!

I am the true, Heavenly Mandate!"

"Is that so?"

A puzzled voice came from behind him, filled with confusion.

"How come I don't know?"

Amidst the ashes, a wisp of flame reignited. The bizarre figure that had vanished into ashes actually gathered out of thin air, like a miracle, unscathed in such terrifying destruction!

Even, the brutal aura was better than ever!

At this moment, a pair of eyes slowly lifted, filled with curiosity and confusion, looking at Lord Lord Wuyou's stiff expression, hard to understand—you used other things, that's fine, but using the Flame Tide Disaster to kill me...

How is this different from specifically charging me?

Lord Lord Wuyou stiffened in place, his twitching expression twisted in terror, subconsciously, instinctively wanting to activate the Seed of Flame Tide, but that pale tide of flames opened in front of Ji Jue, splitting into two.

Unscathed!

Even, he reached out his hand, casually picking up a wisp, playing with it in his hand, and sending it into his mouth.

"The taste is not bad, unfortunately."

Ji Jue sighed, slowly shaking his head: "The same move, in front of the true Supreme, is impossible to be effective a second time!"

Daydreaming!

Even if it was a madman who was arrogant again, it was impossible to say such words that were almost like dreams, causing people to laugh!

But now, no one could laugh anymore.

In front of the iron-like facts, all words of refutation seemed so pale and powerless, and even truths and laws became nothing in front of the noble proof of imperial power.

Is this the majesty of the Tower of Heavenly Origin?

But how did those Mohists of that year slash the Heavenly Origin and cut off eternity?

Simply, it was like a nightmare...

Lord Lord Wuyou was already struggling, never to wake up again.

"You... you... not right... you..."

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, stumbling, waving his hands wildly, activating the Flame Tide again and again, but the flames that responded to him were getting fewer and fewer.

To the end, under the gaze of those eyes, it extinguished completely.

No trace left.

Until, Ji Jue reached out his hand, invisible power suddenly appeared, descended, shackled his body, grabbed his neck, and once again, roughly pulled him back in front of himself.

Like fish meat.

"Thanks to you, I have some new insights and understanding__"

Ji Jue lifted a finger and smiled silently.

In that instant, beneath the sacrificial temple, countless black flames reignited beneath the ruins, as if adding oil to the fire, raging wildly, instantly swallowing the entire world.

Wan Wu was in the coverage of black flames, rapidly collapsing.

Just like the magnificent scene when the Eternal Empire perished in the past, the Fire of Burning Palaces covering the sky surged like a tide, finally, following Ji Jue's finger lifting, gathered and fell on his fingertip.

To the end, it turned into a point of faint light, swallowing all light.

Slowly, bit by bit, approaching Lord Lord Wuyou, reflecting in his rapidly shrinking pupils.

"Burn, Burning..."

He murmured in terror, his pupils scattered.

"Just now you said 'Heavenly Mandate', right?"

Ji Jue sighed playfully: "Then, receive the Heavenly Mandate, Lord Wuyou! Just like the Eternal Empire of the past... This is the fire you spread, the evil fruit you planted, it should be swallowed by you personally!"

He said, "This is the only outcome that matches you!"

In that instant, a point of black fire fell into the darkness spread by the Tiger Talisman seed, suddenly, rapidly expanding, rising, erupting!

It was like a leaking mine being ignited.

The Fire of Burning Palaces that burned the Empire's great cause became increasingly violent, as if maggots on a bone, deep into the bone marrow and soul, instantly covering every corner.

Causing the darkness like silt to constantly expand. Amidst the burning, countless dry bones suddenly turned into flying ashes, spraying out, rising into the sky.

Right in Lord Wuyou's heart-piercing cries and screams.

Praying, wailing, submitting, cursing, promising...

No words would be useful anymore!

Heavenly Mandate?

No one believed in the so-called more than the Eternal Empire.

If not for the Heavenly Mandate, how could there be such a glorious prosperous age? If not for the Heavenly Mandate, how could one create such a supreme achievement comparable to eternity?

The Emperor combined with the Heavenly Mandate, distributing the positions of all things in the world, establishing the difference between high and low of all living things.

If the mandate is rich, then rich; if the mandate is poor, then poor; if the mandate is many, then many; if the mandate is few, then few; if the mandate is governed, then governed; if the mandate is chaotic, then chaotic; if the mandate is long-lived, then long-lived; if the mandate is short-lived, then short-lived...

But is this seemingly glorious and eternal everything determined by the Heavenly Mandate, or is it an excuse for you to lead beasts to eat people!

If this is the so-called 'Heavenly Mandate', then offer this fire sublimated from soul and blood tears to the Heavenly Mandate you represent!

Try to see, what is the difference between the ashes of the public and the ashes of the common people, and the so-called ashes of the Emperor?

Amidst countless wails and shouts, the flames will burn everything!

Screw the Heavenly Mandate! Screw the Emperor! Screw eternity! Since you are so proud of this evil karma, then receive the fruit you created!

The moment the first wisp of flame rose from bitterness and struggle, it illuminated the end of eternity!

And now, when infinite pitch-black flames lingered on his fingertips, Ji Jue felt the joy and excitement from his soul.

The joy and fullness from the matrix, as if finally finding a part of himself after a long and bumpy road, leaving this fire forever in Ji Jue's blood, soul, and matrix, merging into one, flowing endlessly.

Telling Ji Jue:

Its name is 【Non-Mandate】!

Born from the iron law of the so-called Heavenly Mandate, sprouting in the control where even breathing is shackled, and finally erupting in the flames of eternity's destruction.

The pitch-black flame is just a manifestation. Its essence is the 'backlash' that gathered countless bitterness and blood tears as firewood, appearing from the furnace of embers, the formless Heavenly Craft!

Just like the reaction force of force.

The greater the difference, the more strict the rank, and the more urgent the control, the more violent this backlash will be when ignited!

When facing ordinary control and order, it can still be called peace and silence, but when facing bloody evil laws and cruel control, it will manifest ferocity at all costs!

As long as there is any trace of unwillingness and resentment left in the spiritual quality and consciousness being controlled and shackled, it will be infected by this flame, becoming a medium and fuel, raging and spreading.

Even if it is forcibly extinguished under suppression, as long as the evil law exists for one day, it can be resurrected from the spiritual quality at any time, endlessly!

The fire that burned the Empire's palace in the past was by no means a simple flame, but the endless blood tears and countless white bones under the high wall. This is the evil fruit personally cast by the Empire in the so-called eternity!

Now, the same evil fruit has descended upon Lord Lord Wuyou.

When Ji Jue's spiritual quality guided the Fire of Non-Mandate and fell into Lord Lord Wuyou's soul, what he felt was only the blood and wails accumulated in that infinite silt.

And how many souls were buried in it, unable to be liberated until death?

Sensing the arrival of the Fire of Non-Mandate, under the shackles of the Laws of Heavenly Origin, those wailing broken residual spirits sang like high songs, one after another scrambling to pounce toward it, even if they instinctively understood that they would burn into ashes, they would rather turn into dust and drag Lord Lord Wuyou into hell together!

Hell, has descended.

The hell created by Lord Lord Wuyou himself welcomed Lord Lord Wuyou himself.

In the black flames raging in the quagmire, Lord Lord Wuyou's soul had fallen into the encirclement of I don't know how many residual spirits, as if being gnawed by countless ants, ignited, struggling and roaring, sinking deeper and deeper.

The ability to transfer damage and substitute death through the Laws of Heavenly Origin simply couldn't play any role, and there was no response anymore.

Only the sound of shackles breaking, endless.

Federation, Qiandao, Central Plains, and even the Empire—the entire present world, I don't know how many people lifted their eyes as if waking from a dream, suddenly feeling their breathing smoother than ever, as if the noose on their necks had been lifted.

And in one island after another, the majestic statues and symbols carved according to Lord Lord Wuyou's image all ignited black flames and fell apart.

Along with his subordinates involved by his Laws of Heavenly Origin... The Fire of Non-Mandate, raging and spreading, could no longer be contained!

——The Usurper of the Tower, has thus ushered in a complete end!

At this moment, not only all the bystanders, but even Duke Changle and Duke Anguo, who had awakened one after another through different secret rituals and Laws of Heavenly Origin, fell into a daze, terrified and cutting off all induction within the Rift Realm, hair-raising.

The original jealousy and fury had now disappeared rapidly. Replacing them was unprecedented luck and gratitude.

Who could have expected that the fire that could only be used to burn the sacrificial temple in Lord Wuyou's hands would suddenly change when it fell into that guy's hands, becoming such a terrifying thing!

And what was even more jaw-dropping was the person controlling the flames...

Can't understand!

This operation, simply can't understand...

You have the Seal of the State, the sacrificial temple is raised by your family, but the Fire of Burning Palaces is also raised by your family? Even if it is aimed at the Heavenly Origin, shouldn't the fire burn you first!

Is the control of the Seal of the State really so exaggerated that even the fire created by the Mohists of the past is like a toy, easily suppressed and controlled?

But how did the Emperor of the Eternal Empire of the past die?!

Or is it... Lu Changsheng has already surpassed the blue, better than the past?

What kind of joke is this?!

Unfortunately, in this silence, no one could laugh anymore.

Except for the bizarre fierce demon also shrouded in flames, appreciating the miserable struggling appearance of Lord Lord Wuyou, laughing wildly, the sound shaking the Rift Realm, like thunder.

Looking down upon the ugly state of Lord Wuyou wailing and struggling in the burning.

Filled with pleasure.

Until, the sound of breaking, from Lord Wuyou's soul, suddenly rang out!

When the Tiger Talisman seed completely fell apart, the bizarre power hidden in the deepest part gradually appeared, occupying that burning residual body.

Through this riddled body, he looked at his opponent.

Those eyes, in the raging fire, suddenly turned into shocking pure white, empty, yet as if reflecting the essence of everything.

"You are not Lu Changsheng, Lu Changsheng died long ago."

The charred skeleton opened its mouth and made a hoarse sound, low and strange. The owner of those eyes asked indifferently:

"Who exactly are you?"

Ji Jue didn't answer, just leaned closer, examining those bizarre eyes, every feature and detail, not letting go of any tiny detail.

Inexplicable understanding and realization emerged from his heart.

Finally...

He had imagined what he would feel when this moment finally arrived.

Was it madness or anger, hatred or joy, but he could never find an answer.

Now, he finally knew.

Nothing.

He couldn't feel anything, as if nothingness. In that nothingness in his heart, what remained, what was left, was only peace like dead ashes.

At this very moment, you and I finally face each other.

Even if separated by such a long distance...

But it doesn't matter, no matter how bumpy and difficult, one day, I will come before you, bringing the retribution and end you deserve!

As long as I am still alive, as long as you still exist.

Even if the mountains have no edges, heaven and earth combine, winter thunder shakes, summer rain snows...

In that instant, Ji Jue grinned silently, finally smiling.

"Hello."

He greeted softly, nodded, and said goodbye solemnly.

"Goodbye!"

Boom!

In that instant, the last fragments of the Tiger Talisman seed were ground to pieces.

Thus, that pair of pale eyes completely fell apart, and in the burning of the flames, turned into flying ashes.

In the final moment, it seemed like it wanted to say something.

But that didn't matter anymore.

Ji Jue didn't care.

Right in the flying ashes and dust, that trace of bizarre power rolled up the Seed of Flame Tide, soaring into the sky, instantly wanting to speed away.

Following that, it was held in Ji Jue's hand, who had been prepared, his five fingers contracting.

Extinguished the final resistance.

Take back!

At this moment, right in his palm, he finally truly saw the thing that had been calling him for so many years, the so-called, Seed of Flame Tide!

So close.

It was like a crystal covered in cracks. In the abyss seed, rainbow light changed, wisps of fire light rose, constantly calling, pleading, shouting.

Following that, it was the hunger and

Even his breathing grew rapid, impossible to restrain.

It was calling to him.

Amidst those wails and cries, a wild laughter erupted.

The power sufficient to burn mountains and seas to ash, to turn the present world into a hell, was right in his hands, without any rejection, yearning to merge with him once more.

To complete the contract that should have been finished ten years ago.

From then on, his soul and consciousness would be truly complete, no longer fragmented!

As long as they became one...

"No."

Ji Jue shook his head, telling it with regret: "We have never been one."

Likewise, it is forever impossible for us to be one.

The moment his hands closed over the Seed of Flame Tide, the Non-Aggression Matrix was triggered, spiritual quality surged, and like the countless times he had practiced before, it was executed with the fluidity of flowing water, without a single hitch.

This parting gift...

———Dissociation Art!!!

Snap!

A crisp sound rang out.

In that instant, infinite blazing light swallowed Ji Jue whole.

And right within the shadows of the present world, that figure looking down with contempt suddenly stood up, furious beyond measure, even more so than the rage felt when the Imperial Seal was lost.

The end predicted had actually suffered an error once again.

A mistake that absolutely could not be allowed to exist had, at this moment, been thoroughly cast!