Chapter 95: Looking Back

Can't hear the earth-shattering loud noise, nor is there any earth-shaking turmoil.

Everything is so silent.

Just like the humid wind blowing from the distant seaside making the branches of the trees sway, dust rising and falling under the sunlight, and wet marks appearing and falling on the coat in the rain.

Everything welcomed change as a matter of course.

Or rather, there was no possibility of change anymore...

The earth, the sky, the ruins, and even the scarlet ocean of spiritual quality, everything lost its color under the reflection of that flame light.

After being deprived of all colors, only a pale whiteness like a void remained.

Under the slash of the sword edge, the burning wings turned into nothingness, thousands of opened palms were erased inch by inch, and the falling tears and empty pupils gradually blurred.

The first to collapse was the terrifying shadow from the distant vortex.

When thousands of connections were completely cut in an instant, the projection of the vortex could no longer be maintained, and it didn't even have time to interfere with everything happening here.

The flames of the Stagnant Rot Furnace were dissipating and dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the end, like a candle in the wind, blown out.

Never seen again.

Then, the sage's wreckage, from the silence, fell apart.

Just like a sand castle under the scouring of the tide, countless pale ashes rose, covering the firmament, and fell slowly, like rain ending everything.

From beginning to end, Ji Jue watched it in his eyes.

But he felt that everything was so distant, it was difficult to understand the realm and changes that were so high that even his imagination couldn't reach, even though all this was manifested and completed by his own shell and the changes of Non-Aggression.

But the most important thing was not himself.

He made a decision, he initiated a call, he lowered his eyes and crowned with reform, received this infinite power, and executed this end belonging to the sage.

He created all this with his own hands.

But he was just a wisp in this infinite change, a part of the huge system that constituted everything, a milligram manifested by the Blade of Reform.

He was a component, a part, a terminal of execution.

This torrent of fierce light that connected heaven and earth was just the appearance manifested by Him, and that rusted sword that only revealed a line of sharp edge was just a key.

From the resonance of the machine god, he could feel the majestic rhythm hidden behind it.

Like a furnace manifested with the present world as a medium.

What operates from the void is the fire ignited by the infinite firewood of souls and the infinite fanaticism of reform!

Every creation performed by an artisan is a sacrifice to Him, and every flame in the furnace of an Ember Heaven-Chosen will offer a share to Him.

This is the fire of Ember.

The moment he realized this essence, his consciousness was swallowed by infinite flame light, as if merging into the ocean formed by infinite changes.

As if transcending reality.

When the cycle that lasted for four hundred years collapsed, and everything on the earth was erased, what was finally ignited was the creation theory left by the sage, the firewood named 【First Cause】.

Gentle singing sounded from the empty world.

Infinite recursion, began.

Or rather, returning to Ember... in the brief lingering moment, the former sage mercury offered all of herself to the world at this moment!

The world before his eyes transformed into an oncoming, infinite stream of light—above the shattered firmament, countless stars leaped, wantonly manifesting their radiance, carving out long, slender trajectories that intersected to form complex and solemn totems.

And right in the middle of the night, magnificent flame light gathered, outlining a door like a sun wheel, the Eternal Gate looked down from among the stars, reflecting all.

Thus, Ji Jue saw the infinite changes on the earth, the magnificent ups and downs of mountains and rivers, the walking and walking of storms and rain.

In those broken times, he saw, heavy rain fell in the vast desert, blooming a touch of new green between the yellow sand.

Huge things that covered the firmament wailed from the clouds, sprinkled scarlet rain, fell on the earth, decayed and changed, turning into mountains.

The nomadic settlement chased the water and grass, and disappeared forever.

The ruins were vast with yellow sand.

He was watching.

Small villages migrated, relied on rivers to develop trade, gradually turned into towering fortresses, experienced war, peace, and turmoil, and gradually decayed, wind and rain, only broken walls remained, covered in moss.

It seemed that archaeologists trekked through the wilderness, digging downward, searching for ancient objects, cheering and walking past Ji Jue, he was watching.

Until the earth-shaking collapse, the town turned into ruins, in the bell sound, the Tower of Tian Tian Yuan broke from above the firmament, the mortal world was turbulent, everything turned into ashes, the sage who had nowhere to return lost everything, wailed silently, the singing stopped.

Ji Jue was still watching, witnessing the beginning of all tragedies and pains, involuntarily brought to the broken past by the torrent of time.

Until, familiar crying sounded again.

From the thin rain, the awakened girl looked at the empty side, couldn't find her mother's trace anymore, shed tears, calling, toward the back that was going further and further on the street outside the window.

But she didn't look back.

Just like that, walking step by step into the darkness that couldn't see the end.

Since then, wandering in ruins and cycles, unable to return.

Until, from the broken time in the distance, came a shout with all her might.

At that moment, someone who didn't know her own strength wanted to stretch out her hand and pull her clothes, but separated by four hundred years, this pull that could only be continued by the Blade of Reform, at most, only set off a negligible wind.

The departing figure just waved her hand and dissipated without a trace.

Crack!

The fine ripples collapsed, and with the flickering of a Non-Aggression mark, the invisible and visible hands seemed to have a touch for an instant.

As if, the retention and call across four hundred years.

"Look back!!!"

She finally saw the young man like a remnant shadow behind the ripples, that soul about to be ignited, and the matrix in his hand that was the same as hers!

"Look at her again!" Ji Jue in the torrent pulled the reform desperately, raised his head, threw the thing in his hand, and shouted toward that distant time, "Even if just one glance..."

In an instant, disappeared without a trace.

Only the sound of falling sounded, falling on the ground in front of her.

That familiar pendant, and experienced vicissitudes, went through time, when she opened it, the faded photo gradually lost its outline from the blurring of the rain and fog, no longer clear.

Quickly, turned into nothingness, never seen again.

She froze in place.

From confusion and hesitation, looked back, looked behind her.

Scattered rain curtain, night sky shrouded by dark clouds, quiet town, shadow of the bell tower, empty square, and the phantom that didn't exist here on the steps.

The girl waiting in the broken time.

Her smile.

At that moment, the lost past and the broken future overlapped briefly, relying on the ancient pendant, four hundred years of time seemed to finally stretch into a line, in the endless longing and cycles, they met again.

Even if still separated by the abyss, unreachable.

Mercury finally stopped her steps, subconsciously wanting to stretch out her hand.

But in the momentary confusion, she seemed to understand everything. Looking at the girl's eyes and smile, she laughed the same way, so joyful and gentle.

Fine mist rain fell from her cheeks, along with tears.

Just like that, gazing at the girl in time, looked and couldn't help but look again, wanting to stretch out her hand, touch her cheek, even if separated so far.

Until the slight remaining light of the future completely dissipated.

The world was dim again.

She stopped in place, stiff, for a long time, staring at everything before her, greedily wanting to imprint everything, finally, withdrew her gaze.

She turned and left, disappearing into the rain curtain.

In the distance, in the dark night, the towering tower still stood.

Only a beam of weak torchlight went far away.

Like a lonely boat of fate.

Just as history doomed, everything hadn't changed.

In four hundred years of time, only one more glance back.

But at that moment, Ji Jue saw... at the end of the gaze, in the chaotic pitch-black abyss, dazzling light suddenly surged!

Like stars, rising against the torrent, bursting out infinite heat and light.

Illuminating all darkness completely!

When the rising exhausted changes, the falling began.

When he came back to his senses, Ji Jue had already fallen from the firmament, toward the pale and empty earth.

Inside the Rift Realm, only desolation remained, but above the firmament, before the phenomenon of the star furnace dissipated, a wisp of streamer fell.

Fell into his soul.

Brilliant changes appeared from the streamer, circling on the machine god.

Receiving the great power of acting on behalf of reform, breaking the rotten cycle, judging the sage's sin of evil change, and erasing everything caused by it.

The emblem of Upper Good · Ember appeared, bestowing the first blessing belonging to him to the Heaven-Chosen he favored.

But Ji Jue had no time to check and look through it for the time being.

When he fell on the broken workshop hub, he saw the broken figure lying at the rift, the creation that was already dying from the burning of the reform light.

Prophet.

At this moment, she still raised her head persistently, looking at him.

Even though she had already felt the collapse of the Rift Realm and the destruction of the workshop, she still longed to get that certain answer from Ji Jue's mouth.

"It's over, right?"

"The dream and the cycle are over, Prophet."

Ji Jue squatted down and told her, "You are free."

"Yeah, free..."

The prophet leaned on the broken wall, looked back, stared at the cracks on the earth, sighed, whispered: "But freedom is so scary... clearly hating this world so much, but at the last moment, I actually felt it became cute."

"Regret it?" Ji Jue asked.

"Maybe, but there are already too many things to regret, so it doesn't matter."

The prophet grinned, finally, smiled self-deprecatingly: "Thank you, Mr. Ji Jue, my mission as a tool is finally completed."

"What about as a prophet?" Ji Jue asked, "Are there any last wishes to entrust? If I can help, I will try my best."

"Ha, that would be, a bit too many..."

The prophet's lips opened and closed, but didn't say it, just smiled, and said goodbye for the last time: "Thank you for your mercy and pity, as a creation, I have nothing to repay, as a prophet, I can only offer useless gratitude.

If blessings really have meaning, I sincerely hope that when your journey reaches the end, you can also get what you want."

Ji Jue laughed: "What journey, I seem to be marking time, haven't set off yet."

"Always will, one day, always will..."

She smiled, so sure.

The remaining light in her pupils gradually dimmed, the final spiritual quality dissipated, disappeared without a trace, in that broken and empty shell, no sound.

The tool that couldn't bear the burden welcomed long sleep. ===== CHAPTER 96 =====