Chapter 83

Mercury?

You tell me that's Mercury?

Ji Jue's brain buzzed, he turned his head stiffly, and suddenly wanted to ask the Prophet: Why don't you say I'm Mercury?

But the facts are right before his eyes, irrefutable.

"What exactly happened to her?"

Ji Jue asked hoarsely, "What did she... turn herself into..."

"I don't know."

The Prophet sighed silently: "Don't you know about the affairs of your Ember lineage? No one can say clearly what kind of things a sage will leave behind after death, let alone someone like her who was obsessed until death."

Ji Jue had nothing more to say.

Only couldn't help but look at the place where the figure left.

One day... after he dies, will he become like that? No, if he could really become like that, maybe it would be a compliment to himself.

Ember of Heaven, remains of the sage.

This is completely not something that a white-board Chosen One like Ji Jue can reach today...

Even if that thing didn't do anything just now, just touched his face and left, God knows what weird changes it will have once they resist without knowing their own strength or expose their identity as outsiders.

When a whale falls, all things live.

Chosen Ones who have dealt with Supreme Good all their lives are destined to be infected by Supreme Good, changed by blessings, and bring many influences due to their own transcendence.

Even ordinary people, if they eat too much corn before they die, can play with popcorn in the cremation furnace after they die...

A craftsman deals with furnaces and alchemy all his life. Every alchemical creation, every extraction and processing, every guidance of blessings... will leave traces and deposits in the soul and body.

Accumulating over time.

So much so that even the most famous symptoms of the Ember Path have turned into materialization.

Chosen Ones who cannot control the out-of-control blessings in their bodies or suffer from evil ignorance will gradually turn into weird alchemical items in the loss of humanity and soul, causing endless disasters.

It is foreseeable how terrifying the scale of changes caused by the fall of the Heaven whale will be.

If it were just a monster, Ji Jue could almost burn high incense to worship his ancestors that he finally won the lottery once.

But unfortunately, it is absolutely impossible...

God knows how many such out-of-control monsters are wandering in this deep underground.

"Please rest assured, you have traces of fluid alchemy on you, and the permissions of the old furnace. They are not interested in you, and there are so many messy intruders outside."

The Prophet looked out expressionlessly, then her gaze fell forward, toward the deep well that seemed to lead to hell.

"We're almost there."

She said: "Non-Aggression, is below."

Ji Jue stood at the edge of the huge deep well, lowered his head, and felt the wind blowing toward him, so cold, but at the very end of that darkness, there seemed to be faint flashes.

When he reacted, he subconsciously took a step back—usually in such a plot, according to the convention in RPG games, there would be an NPC kicking his butt from behind, and then it would be the fixed routine of 【Jumping ahead is very useful】.

But behind him was empty, only the Little Niu Ma was dumbly shining its headlights, Little An was secretly eating potato chips and stopped in place, noticing that Brother Ji Jue didn't turn back to grab him, he chewed hesitantly, and then lowered his head to chew, chew, chew.

The sound was crisp.

Well, suddenly the sense of security came up.

He measured the depth below and looked at the narrow stairs circling down, really unable to understand Mercury's thinking.

"Non-Aggression is a very important thing, right?" Ji Jue asked: "Why put it here? Like it's lost... don't want it anymore?"

"The Heaven-man no longer needs the matrix to bind and suppress the blessings in the body. Even if the matrix is lost, it's no big deal. It's not as urgent as you think."

The Prophet answered, with a hint of mockery: "Besides, she probably can't wait for that thing to disappear from her eyes? If it weren't for its great significance, it might have been thrown away I don't know where long ago."

"Why?" Ji Jue was confused.

"Should say, don't want to see it again at all, right?"

The Prophet sighed: "Perhaps, it's fear of recalling the past, recalling the former self... after turning away from the Ember Path, what kind of unrecognizable appearance, how to face the past?"

"..."

After a long silence, Ji Jue finally couldn't help but ask again: "Prophet, who exactly are you?"

"A guide, a head, an evil result that shouldn't have remained until now?" The Prophet laughed at herself, "A tool that can't bear the burden."

She said: "That's all."

Thus, they walked toward the darkness.

Disappearing into the pitch black of the abyss.

The haze outside the darkness boiled, spreading silently.

From the gradually echoing singing.

"Thinking of my hometown... thinking of my hometown... a lonely guest in a foreign land, lonely and desolate, I want to return to my hometown, return to my old home..."

That is the hoarse singing of the lost souls in the darkness.

Thus, from the pool of blood, from the wailing, from the loud noise of collapse, one blurry figure after another gradually emerged from the darkness, wandering in this maze-like hub.

Just like prisoners wandering in a prison they can never leave.

When the pale mist emerged from the air, the clear sea of spiritual quality gradually stained with scarlet insanity. Manic, despair, and suffering, the countless despair accumulated over a long time, rose like rain, flying toward the sky.

Boom!

Above the dome, the scene of the broken high tower radiated light again.

Above the crack of the high tower, strands of scarlet overflowed, spilling toward the earth.

Like blood.

At that moment, in the deepest part of the darkness, Ji Jue heard the illusion-like sound again.

So gentle.

"Mommy..."

The Little Niu Ma's movement stopped abruptly, the engine trembling.

Ji Jue looked back vigilantly, as if someone was talking.

When his gaze swept past, in the darkness, the blind spot seemed to have a figure flash by.

But when he turned his head to look suddenly, he couldn't see clearly. There were always footsteps ringing in some place when he didn't pay attention. And even breathing, noise, whispering...

It was as if he had broken into the realm of the dead.

The further forward he went, the closer he got to another world...

Another distant world.

The Little Niu Ma shivered. If it weren't for Ji Jue pulling it desperately, it wouldn't be willing to go forward. Little An looked around slowly, sniffing for something, but couldn't find the breath of any living or dead things.

Until the girl's giggle rang out before his eyes again.

In the deep darkness outside the narrow stairs, the rainbow light of spiritual quality flickered, and a young, petite figure ran past Ji Jue's eyes, pouncing into another figure's arms: "Mommy! You're back?!"

"Did you miss me?"

A gentle voice rang out, making Ji Jue stiffen in place, slowly turning his head back, across the blurry phantom, he couldn't see that face clearly, but he recognized that voice and that figure even if they turned into ashes.

Mercury!!!

In the darkness, the sage from four hundred years ago took her daughter's hand, whispered, and left happily.

But the noisy sound continued, from all directions, as if they had finally crossed the invisible boundary, and shadowy figures emerged one after another.

"Sixteen and a half for a kilogram, no less. It's a good brand from the South Land. Old acquaintance, I'll give you a little more garlic."

"Wow, come and see, it is said that the Mo gang launched an attack in Zhongdu again."

"They are all lunatics, why care about those, did you collect enough business tax this year?"

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon, praise the Emperor, shall we go to worship together?"

"Gloria must stay here, you take the money, raising a child doesn't need so many things. Don't worry, she's like my own daughter."

"It's my fault, big brother, but I..."

"Alright, don't say anymore, I don't want to hear those things of yours. And don't talk about the world and everyone anymore..." Under the flashing lights, in the living room, the man burying his head in smoking sighed, "Only back for a few days, and you're leaving again, have you told her?"

The figure with his back to Ji Jue was silent.

"Mommy?"

At the top of the stairs, the little girl holding a plush toy poked her head out timidly: "Don't you want me anymore?"

Mercury was silent, lowered her head, and didn't speak again.

"Sorry." She said softly: "Sorry, Gloria."

"Mommy, where did Mommy go?"

The girl cried in the morning: "I want Mommy! I want Mommy!"

"Someone is sick, Mommy went to the emergency room, don't worry, Mommy will be back." The old lady stroked the child's long hair: "How could Mommy forget Gloria?"

But soon, that phantom also disappeared.

More complex or disorderly fragments rose from the darkness along with the rainbow light, like a kaleidoscope, overlapping, making people dizzy.

When Ji Jue moved forward, he couldn't help but stop for the crying girl and sighed softly.

But across the four hundred years of time, that distant sigh seemed to continue to the other side, making the girl who lowered her eyes and shed tears look up, looking at him in doubt:

"Who are you?"

Ji Jue's hair stood on end.

Staggering backward.

But the scene soon dissipated again, disappearing without a trace.

"Have the Aether records overflowed so seriously?" The Prophet sighed: "After so many years without maintenance, I'm afraid it can no longer accommodate the events of the past."

"What exactly is that?"

Ji Jue couldn't help but ask again. He lowered his head and looked down.

At the end of the deep well, that pool of shimmering light, as if it were a door to the past, was filled with images of the past.

"That is the old time, Mr. Ji Jue, the time dissipation and remains pieced together with painstaking efforts and hard work, the scattered events collected by the power of Aether."

The Prophet said: "Four hundred years ago, the appearance of a town in a remote corner of an empire."

This is Mercury's hometown.

Her eyes lowered, her pupils illuminated by the light from the old days, as if they had become clear and shining, without haze: "What a... dream that is too long and distant."

At that moment, infinite time surged, rising from the darkness.

Flowing.

Completely swallowing them!

My physical condition is gradually recovering, my reaction is still relatively slow, it should be better after a period of time.

Starting to gradually restore the writing state.

Asking for a monthly ticket~