Chapter 85

Above the dome, the Heaven-pillar was rebuilt, and then collapsed again, time and again.

The town on the earth cycled between destruction and peace, and the figures on the street alternated between complete and broken. Survival and destruction repeated endlessly, and in the end, even time and the past itself became so void.

Ji Jue walked in these remaining records, looking around at the broken old time, the unreachable dream of the Yellow Millet.

It seems close at hand, but it is unreachable.

All that is sought in a lifetime is only void.

Compared to the ruins of the past, which scene is more cruel to Mercury?

From the bell of the sanctuary, his footsteps stopped on the square, and he didn't want to look anymore. He felt that he might already know where Non-Aggression was.

The bell roared, echoing.

From that towering clock tower...

Ji Jue looked up silently, staring out, gazing at the dial on the clock tower, and even the mottled flower window behind the hands.

Mercury's old workshop.

In the long time four hundred years ago, she stood there, gazing day after day, waiting and singing alone, what kind of scene was she looking forward to?

Guests in formal wear with smiles on their faces came from all directions, petals fell, white doves spread their wings and rose, the laughing bride and groom held hands, stepped on the bell, and walked toward the hall witnessing the wedding.

Looking forward to starting a brand-new life from then on.

But ignorantly, walking toward the predetermined death.

Once, once again.

As the 'culprit', when Mercury stared at such a scene, would her heart be cut like a knife?

From the short trance, he suddenly remembered the words from the Giant in his memory.

In the old workshop, the tired man stared at his most precious companion and finally asked:

"Do you regret it?"

But there would be no answer, and no one had the courage to make that answer.

"Time is short, Ji Jue." The Prophet asked: "What are you still waiting for?"

"I don't know."

Ji Jue shook his head, staring at the world that was constantly collapsing, destroying, and returning, but his gaze fell on the steps of the sanctuary.

The lonely and small figure walking in countless flashing phantoms.

A mistake in countless time cycles.

The girl hugging her knees sat on the steps, staring blankly at the dome, still waiting for the person who could never return to come back from afar.

Weeping silently.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Jue bent down, sat beside her, examined her side face, and told her: "Don't run around, Grandma is waiting for you to go home."

She didn't speak.

Just lowered her head, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, for a long time.

"Mommy won't be back, right?" the girl asked softly.

Ji Jue was silent, subconsciously looked up, and looked at the dome she was staring at.

Four hundred years ago, four hundred years later, the sky of the Central Land and the North Land, the town and the Cliff City, seemed to be no different, equally empty.

"I don't know."

Ji Jue sighed, answering straightforwardly: "She must really want to come back.

Just like when you miss her, she misses you too. Always thinking, always thinking... but can't find the way home, lost her direction."

"How do you know?"

The little girl glared at him, but couldn't restrain her tears, choking: "Mommy doesn't want me anymore! Maybe she forgot me long ago..."

"Of course I know."

Ji Jue answered decisively, telling her: "All good mommies are the same. I will dream of her, dream of her every night. Because when she is thinking of me, I am thinking of her too. When you shed tears, she will be even sadder."

He reached out and pointed at the girl's cheek. The tears passed through his fingertips, leaving faint ripples, unable to touch. Clearly close at hand, but unreachable.

Until the tears gradually stopped, the girl looked at him with red eyes: "Can I see her again?"

"I don't know."

Ji Jue shook his head slowly, facing the pair of eyes that were the same as his own, he couldn't lie, and couldn't deceive himself.

"Maybe, you will never see her again."

He turned back and asked, "Will you still think of her?"

"Hmm."

In the silence, the disappointed girl nodded, so Ji Jue laughed, "What a good child."

He stood up slowly and heard the sound behind him.

"And you?" the girl looked at him, "Will you think of her too?"

"Of course."

Ji Jue nodded, answering without hesitation: "Just like you."

In the blurry crowd, that small figure seemed to laugh too. Just like that, she waved to him, and gradually, disappeared without a trace.

Leaving only Ji Jue standing on the empty square, finally turning back, against the bell, walking toward the towering clock tower, and pushing open that dusty door.

There were no blockers, and no expected difficulties.

Only in the falling dust, a winding staircase upward, and even, a half-open door.

It seemed as if everything was still maintaining the appearance of four hundred years ago.

Everything in the old workshop was quietly bathed in sunlight, witnessing the cycle of destruction and reconstruction, but in front of the window, that figure that seemed to stand there forever had disappeared.

Mercury is not here.

Within the entire Rift Realm, whether it is underground or on the ground, past or present, among all the roles, the only one missing is Mercury.

But at this moment, when Ji Jue stood in that position again, what he saw was the same scenery as she had seen in the past.

Everything intertwined by rebirth and destruction, the sanctuary of collapse and reconstruction, survival and death.

Under the reflection of the collapsed Heaven-pillar, everything is destined.

The world is the battlefield of the Supreme Goods, and history is the past woven by brocade. The life and death of mortals are not worth mentioning, and the joys and sorrows of dust are ignored by anyone.

Everything will eventually return to void.

Perhaps this is destiny.

If this can be retrieved again, even if only a little, even if it is only a negligible point compared to what was lost...

Ji Jue reached out his hand toward the world before him.

Just like Mercury in the past.

"If the situation of the past and present repeats..."

Ji Jue asked solemnly: "Will you still respond to the same wish, Non-Aggression?"

At that moment, what lit up was the flash that appeared on the watch.

Just like a silent call, after four hundred years, the power left by the Giant reappeared from the Rift Realm, showing its brilliance again toward the unreachable past.

Thus, in the old time, unprecedented intense turmoil appeared.

Just like the thunder after four hundred years.

Resounding through everything!

Making the endless cycle of time stop abruptly!

The dome, the earth, the void, infinite spiritual quality circuits appeared, covering everything, reaching everything. Just like the complex threads on a loom, they intertwined with each other, outlining the outline of the world, evolving everything in the world.

Survival, death, struggle, peace, order, chaos, stars, earth, mountains, rivers, oceans...

Everything is there, reaching everything.

But at that moment, Ji Jue's perspective seemed to detach from himself, rising upward, toward the dome, toward the higher place outside the dome, as if overriding all things and destiny.

Thus, at the end of the complex brocade outlined by countless threads, he finally saw the origin and end of everything, the invisible hand that controls all things!

And now, the invisible hand has gripped his arms.

Like a soldering iron, bringing unprecedented pain and burning, making Ji Jue unable to restrain himself, shouting out.

At that moment, infinite changes of Supreme Good appeared before his eyes, and unprecedented spiritual quality qualitative change erupted from his soul.

As if a low voice rang in his ears, turning into thunder and heavenly laws that shook the world, deeply engraved in his soul, no longer allowing any deviation or shaking.

Telling him:

【The prosperity of all things is created by this hand】

【Everything in the world is made by ten fingers】

【Eliminate the root of disaster, exterminate the seedlings of oppression and ravage, cause this world to be peaceful and stable, and no longer have the disaster of cruel struggle—】

【—This is, the creation of Non-Aggression!】

Boom!!!

In the hallucination of thunder that seemed to open the dome and the earth, the old time trembled, unable to maintain, infinite spiritual quality circuits spread from the void, entangled on Ji Jue's body, soul, and arms, as if burning, just like engraving, carving the unavoidable iron law into his bones and soul.

Making Ji Jue's eyes shoot out fierce light!

When all the visions dissipated, when the distant dream turned into the old time gradually collapsed, Ji Jue finally woke up from the endless pain and suffering.

Staggering, he walked down the clock tower.

Just like that, smiling, he opened his arms to the companions who had been waiting for a long time, showing the complex totem extending from the tips of his ten fingers to his elbows.

Like fire spreading, like longitude and latitude, like encompassing all creations.

"This is, 【Matrix: Non-Aggression】!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Continuous loud noises kept coming from afar, but they didn't just come from within the dream. More, it was outside this old time. Everything was shaking rapidly.

It was the hub changing.

That inexplicable tremor and weightlessness even made Ji Jue feel that the hub seemed to be rising from the underground, upward...

Immediately after, the next moment, they were ejected from the old time that had spread out.

Return to reality.

But the deep well he entered had disappeared, replaced by a huge hall that was rapidly cracking, and even intense dizziness and weightlessness.

Ji Jue reached out and pressed on the ground, using his old tricks, feeling the huge rhythm from the workshop.

It's like a volcanic eruption.

The furnace was operating violently, spiritual quality flowed, merged into the workshop, making the hub begin to expand and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even conversely, cannibalizing the external Rift Realm.

The hub is rising upward!

The earth cracked, collapsed, countless buildings turned into ruins, and the creations stored in them fell in the collapse, deeply buried...

Everything seemed to be rapidly destroyed in the earth-shattering changes.

But this is not the end, but the beginning of another cruel cycle...

"The restart is about to begin." The Prophet sighed.

And then, he heard the roar coming from afar.

A sharp scarlet arrow suddenly stopped abruptly in mid-air, and in Little An's hand, it was pinched by the boy, unable to advance. The boy who had been silent for a long time turned back, sharp light appearing in his eyes.

Right at the end of the hall, that line of dusty figures.

At the head, that nearly insane angry face, staring at the group of people returning with a full load, his pupils gradually turned scarlet.

"Ji Jue—"

Lou Feng roared.

My physical condition has recovered almost, thank you for waiting, I will try to reply to double updates tomorrow~