Chapter 94: Waking from a Dream

Rushing toward him was infinite radiance.

It was as if he had suddenly arrived at a broken bridge, standing in front of the abyss.

The past and the future were separated on both sides of the present, and fell into the same darkness.

The moment the dazzling spiritual quality light emerged from the scepter, Ji Jue's consciousness was swallowed by events like a torrent.

Like falling, toward the essence of all things. Like rising, toward the core of heaven and earth.

Soul and perception spread from the body, covering everything, covering all, making the entire Rift Realm his body.

When the prophet untied the final blockade, the machine god that had been extended to this day finally achieved its full success, completely covering the workshop, making Ji Jue truly the master of all this.

The true ruler of the Rift Realm.

But he couldn't feel joy and happiness; what he heard was only endless wailing and shouting.

From the past, from the present.

From the ruins reflecting each other, in the shadow of the broken Tower of Tian Tian Yuan, he stared at the wailing and bleeding figure walking toward the abyss again and again; when he looked back, he saw the cycles of life and death of countless creations struggling in vain on the earth.

The same pain and despair were on both sides of his left and right, like the two sides of a balance, but they were entangled in the same place, cycling from the endless hell, endless.

He needed to make a choice.

But why make a choice?

Why must he seek the side with more value in these pains?

He wanted to question the prophet, what qualification did he have to pity? Is his own essence, those hidden selfishness, so noble compared to mercury?

Why believe that he wouldn't create hell?

But hell was right before his eyes.

The blood-colored ocean was surging, infinite hatred like a tide, swallowing him.

His soul fell from the void, or rose, falling into the darkness; in the darkness, he heard the sound of the train hitting the tracks again, rhythmic, as if it would never stop.

So familiar.

Ji Jue stood in front of the familiar carriage door, hearing the sound of playing inside.

He stiffened in place.

As if someone was laughing and talking.

The mother who abandoned the past and the old took the child and embarked on the journey again, going to the hometown, hoping to start over by the seaside and sunshine.

During the boring journey, she told the child those ancient fairy tales.

Princes and princesses, dragons and thieves, witches and fairies, kings and knights...

Such a colorful and brilliant world made light shine in the child's lost pupils, and even the empty wilderness outside the window shone, the sunset was brilliant, and the world was gentle.

It was as beautiful as a dream.

Making him reluctant to break it.

Ji Jue listened quietly, the waves rising from the distant memory, for a long, long time, until there was no sound behind the door.

On the carriage door, dust peeled off, faded silently, cracked, fell.

Behind the door, in the broken and twisted carriage, the unextinguished fire rose from the wreckage, spread, leaving only rolling thick smoke. It seemed he could see that familiar back, but her singing was so distant.

As if separated by heaven and abyss.

No matter how Ji Jue ran, it was hard to reach.

Running again and again, failing again and again, even if he was overestimating his own strength.

Until he was exhausted, lost in the ruins of fire and thick smoke, but still wandered persistently without leaving.

Letting the unextinguishable fire ignite his body and soul, the ocean of pain and despair completely swallowed everything; from the overwhelming flames and fire rain, he fell into the endless darkness, into that deeper abyss.

But still staring persistently at the source of the singing.

Refusing to give up.

Until a small, immature hand grabbed his wrist.

"Caught you."

A gentle voice sounded, so cheerful.

The darkness and falling stopped abruptly, a soft wind blew on the square of the small town, and the distant bell echoed endlessly.

Ji Jue looked around blankly.

He seemed to have woken up from his nightmare, but he was so eager to return to that nightmare that only had torture.

Even if it was just getting closer, as long as he could see her eyes again, as long as he could tell her... I miss you so much, he would pay any price!

Even if it was creating hell...

But hell was right before his eyes.

It was born from countless regrets and memories, its name is 'Unreachable'.

"You look so sad, big brother."

On the steps of the square, the lonely waiting girl looked back, looked at him, and stretched out her hand, generously handing over the bouquet in her hand: "Here, share with you."

The pure white flowers still had dew on them, dripping into Ji Jue's hand.

So gentle.

She stood in everything on the verge of destruction, like a phantom forgotten by time, staring at the reshaping and destruction of everything, continuing in countless cycles.

Looking at Ji Jue before her.

Stretching out her hand, gently wiping the dust from his face, solemnly and carefully.

"So you were still here." Ji Jue whispered.

"Of course."

The girl nodded as a matter of course: "Otherwise, it would be empty here, how lonely she would be."

In those phantoms of the past, the past shone from time, crowding around her, dissipating, reappearing, as if endless.

She stayed in those broken times, wandering persistently, but unwilling to leave.

"Won't you be lonely?"

"Maybe."

The girl shook her head indifferently, looking at everything before her, looking at those times like heaven and abyss, "At least, I can still miss her, just like she is missing me."

Day and night, never stopping.

Even if time and death separate us...

As long as this longing remains, parting doesn't seem so scary anymore, and death is the same. Even if falling into the abyss, wandering to the end of the world, one won't be lonely and afraid.

Crossing four hundred years of time, it is not just regret and pain.

Even if that darkness is so void, they can still be imprinted in the abyss, shining with light.

Just like stars.

"So, make a decision, big brother."

She finally stretched out her hand, hugging the young man in front of her, so light: "Some pain is already too much, no need to continue, and there shouldn't be more tragedies.

The time for parting has arrived."

Just like that, she held up the pendant in her arms and put it on Ji Jue's neck.

In the opened pendant, there was only a broken photo, that was the appearance of a family leaning on each other happily, smiling happily. Even if mottled and faded, even if separated by a long time.

"The story of the past has ended, please let it stay in the past. No need for more tragedies, and no need for new hells."

From the dissipating old time, the girl smiled and said goodbye for the last time, "No need to hesitate for other people's stories anymore, please continue forward, go to the future that belongs to you."

"No matter what that future and result is... I believe that the person you miss will still miss you just as much."

Ji Jue froze in place.

From the gradually blurred old time, it seemed that singing sounded again, from the sound of the distant train operation.

So gentle.

And so familiar.

When Ji Jue looked back suddenly, everything before his eyes dissipated like a phantom, the girl and the small town disappeared without a trace, and the flames and ruins gradually went far away.

Only her singing still lingered in his soul.

So clear.

As if, always accompanying by his side, never having gone far.

At that moment, Ji Jue finally opened his eyes, returned to the mortal world, staring at the Rift Realm before his eyes, the broken earth, the surging blood sea, pain, despair, and hell.

"What an unrealistic dream..."

Clearly it was just a short moment, but it felt like a lifetime.

When the distant dream came to an end, the vibration of the workshop's resonance and the Rift Realm's operation filled Ji Jue's soul again, reflecting everything that happened into his eyes, as if to imprint all changes into his soul.

But this time, Ji Jue didn't feel hesitant and confused anymore.

He raised his head, looking at the firmament, the wreckage of the sage still immersed in obsession and singing desperately amidst the layers of chains.

And when he looked back, he saw the collapse and overturning of the Rift Realm. In countless cycles, the wailing and crying of those broken souls surged from the sea.

Persist, or give up.

Both are tragedies, both sides are hell.

But at least he can choose whether hell continues...

Perhaps, creating hell, it is possible to see them again, but they shouldn't fall into such hell.

Therefore, he must make a choice—

"Leave it to me."

He whispered, promising everyone, reaching out, and clenching the scepter offered by the prophet.

No longer hesitating, not hesitating to ignite all spiritual quality, throwing it all into this resonance and connection, again, merging with all this.

——Machine God!

No resistance, no hesitation, the moment Ji Jue's spirit took over, the workshop filling the Rift Realm seemed to welcome a brand new master, vibrating and singing.

Infinite spiritual quality circuits, ever-changing fluid alchemy, countless runes and emblems, and even the vast Upper Good blessing like a sea. This workshop, which the sage had exhausted her life and all her power to build, an out-and-out Heavenly Artisan, welcomed a brand new control!

From his right hand, the wristwatch that had been silent for a long time suddenly glowed with dazzling light, like a scorching sun, illuminating everything.

Under the guidance of the wristwatch, the Non-Aggression matrix on Ji Jue's hands grew again as if endowed with life, and in an instant, shrouded his entire body.

Inward, covering the soul, outward, controlling everything.

Countless invisible hands appeared from the void, looking down from above, covering all phenomena, controlling all.

And right under the nine lands, in the deepest part of the huge workshop, in the darkness that had been dust-sealed for more than four hundred years, a light vibration suddenly appeared, as if responding to this long-lost call.

Thus, from the trance-like hallucination, Ji Jue saw, in the blockade built on the basis of the entire workshop, that rusted blade lying in the dust...

From the vibration and clanging, the broken sword rose, and from the broken blade covered in gaps, finally, a wisp of blood-stained rust faded.

Thus, under the peeling dust, a sharp edge appeared that was so dazzling it made the entire Rift Realm tremble, and made all things in heaven and earth stop.

Just for an instant, it pierced everything.

Infinite fierce light rose from the blockade, rushed out, toward the firmament, toward the location of the hub, and went magnificently, just like that, falling into the prophet's hand.

Like a bottomless pit, it was frantically extracting spiritual quality from the workshop, as if to swallow everything, burn everything.

Making the prophet's body collapse and dissolve in an instant.

Almost completely evaporated.

But from the pain of tearing the soul, on that tired face, a smile appeared.

"All things, always, must have an end." She held the brilliance like a scorching sun in both hands, whispering: "Otherwise, new things cannot be born..."

"Sorry to trouble you, this unrealistic dream has been too long."

"Now, the dream is awake."

She said, "Wan Wu should be over."

When the scorching fierce light dissipated, after swallowing infinite spiritual quality, the outline of the sharp edge finally appeared again, but turned into a crown like thorns.

Thus, crowned on Ji Jue's head.

As if coronated.

Infinite majesty appeared here, covering the firmament and the earth, reflecting all changes, isolating all peeping.

"I'm smoking..."

In the corner under the hub, White Owl, who was looking into the distance, was struck by lightning, even subconsciously taking off her mask, rubbing her eyes frantically, unable to confirm: "That is... Blade of Reform?!"

The Upper Good weapon that had been silent for so many years, was actually awakened?!

Are you kidding me?!

"Hey! Old man? Old man! Speak!"

She urged blankly, but in her hand, cracks appeared on the map, and under the magnificent and violent pressure, it was impossible to maintain its form.

No response.

The moment the Upper Good weapon that once cut off the Tower of Tian Tian Yuan appeared from the Rift Realm, all Ember creations stopped in wailing, unable to be autonomous.

Even all the blessings of Upper Good fell into silence, with no brilliance reflecting.

Because the only torch of this world burned on the firmament.

Shrouding all.

Along with Ji Jue's consciousness and thinking, they completely fell into a standstill, unable to continue. A magnificent will relied on that crown, took over his body, gave him infinite power, and then roughly turned into a torrent, pushing him forward.

No longer autonomous.

When he raised his head, he saw the emblem of Upper Good from the eternally dim firmament.

Stars burned from the flames, the furnace of heaven tilted here, all changes and essences gathered, rushing down toward the mortal world, turning into a line of infinite light of embers...

【This world will change, everything old will eventually return to dust】

A declaration like heaven's movement appeared from the soul, echoed, leading him to receive that line of flame light falling toward the mortal world, letting this infinite essence fall into the soul, explode with a boom, and destroy the final thinking.

The torrent-like hallucination rushed toward him, countless changes appeared from the soul.

Not allowing retreat, nor allowing dodging.

So roughly imprinting the infinite creation changes of the human world into Ji Jue's eyes and perception, almost forcing him to feel this essence of Upper Good.

All new births will eventually turn into old things, only change never stops.

Therefore, the fire is not in the furnace, there are only embers in the furnace.

——This is, the essence of Ember!

Thus, at that moment, the flame named Ji Jue was ignited from the furnace of reform—so small, like a candle in the wind, but under the push of the Blade of Reform, it expanded into a scorching sun shrouding everything.

Dazzling to the point of not being able to look directly!

All the brand new creations of the past, all the souls who dedicated themselves to the fire, reappeared at this moment, turning into firewood, gathering in one place from the endless burning, standing beside Ji Jue, penetrating all.

【Sage mercury, today I judge your creation as a chaotic creation, a rotten structure.】

Those high-pitched or low, clear or hoarse voices overlapped, sounding from Ji Jue's mouth, carrying the essence of Upper Good, issuing a judgment toward the mortal world:

【From now on, judge you as evil!】

The earth-shattering cracking sound appeared between heaven and earth.

Because right in Ji Jue's hand, a line of dazzling light appeared, rose, from the center, splitting heaven and earth, just like the standard in the middle of all things, reflecting and measuring all.

Amidst the infinite chains, the blood rain stopped, and the dirge was interrupted.

It was like an invisible gale roaring, shrouding all, peeling off all non-human structures and distorted creations, cutting countless palms.

At the same time, it lifted the curtain shrouding everything.

Revealing the strange shadow that was far away as if separated by eternity after the sage's remnant body...

Twisting the world and reality, turning into such a huge vortex, twisting essence and truth, revealing the structure gathering all distortions of this world.

In that huge vortex of darkness that seemed to shroud all and could swallow all Upper Goods, blurry outlines faintly appeared, just like looking down.

Staring at its prey, and even, existence that dared to block itself.

Just staring, Ji Jue felt his soul was about to fall apart, but before that, the fierce light of reform had already burned all erosion and blocked all interference.

Making Ji Jue finally glimpse its appearance and shape.

Just like a huge furnace, eternally burning with the fire of pain, flowing out countless strange giant structures, constantly creating brand new distortions...

Within the infinite red flames, the furnace was like a ferocious pupil, looking down at all indifferently.

From this long time, He indifferently witnessed all despair and pain, waiting for the continuation of cycles and tragedies, hoping for the final result.

Waiting for the sage burdened with infinite curses to fall into His own flames and furnace, recasting and regenerating into an evil thing!

In the darkness that the twelve Upper Goods could not illuminate, the vortex existed forever in the darkness of the present world. Corresponding to the creation of Ember, this is the shadow pointed to by all chaotic creations in the world.

——Nine Evils · Stagnant Rot Furnace Heart!

The brilliance of the Blade of Reform rose from Ji Jue's hand, and all the connections covered after the cycle appeared from behind the curtain.

Those thousands of connections extending and arriving had already entangled in the sage's obsession and soul, but were blocked, shackled, entangled by the workshop in this long time, not allowing her to fall into that vortex of the abyss.

Now, the time for everything to end has arrived.

The cycle without end collapsed, and the long dream shattered from the dazzling dawn.

The world became so flickering.

Compared with the torch formed by the brilliance of the world, it was like a bubble, trembling in the rising of the fierce light, cracking, and welcoming collapse and destruction silently and silently.

The day of reform has arrived.

All old things should perish like dust!

When the singing and wailing stopped abruptly, the ancient melody welcomed the end, and hell turned into nothingness from the burning of suffering... pure and clear brilliance rose from Ji Jue's hand.

Slash!

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