dognovel Chapter 1563 - 802: Honor and Disgrace
Chapter 1563 - 802: Honor and Disgrace
The wind is calm, all things are silent.
Even outside the Crack Realm, everything fell into a deathly silence.
All the craftsmen instinctively widened their eyes, focusing intently.
Where the silver light passed, tear rain, corpse flame, burial grounds, decay wind... all vanished without a trace.
The blood flowing on the earth dried up rapidly, earth dolls resembling skeletons turned to ash, still desolate, still silent, still riddled with cracks.
Neither falling into Hell nor reaching Heaven.
Merely restored to its original state...
But this is precisely the most terrifying part!
Amidst the Torch Plague's erosion, forcibly correcting everything once more, expelling all Zhi Fu's erosion and mutant, as if time was reversed, returning them to their original stance.
Not a fraction off, not a trace missing!
As Ji Jue stepped forward, everything beneath his feet suddenly began to expand, like an unseen wall rising before the Torch Plague dyed ground, in turn, suppressing the overwhelming tide, inch by inch pushed outward...
No matter how hysterical, how retaliatory, how rageful the mad laughter in the sea of flames was, it could move no further.
All that met the eye gradually fell into the grasp of those Invisible Hands.
No more struggle.
"All things grow prosperous, formed by these hands, all the world crafted by these fingers..."
Jiang Tongguang sighed wistfully, gazing at the silvery glow, raising a cup to drink: "Truly worthy of the Non-Attack!"
Pa!
Ji Jue snapped his fingers again, another wave of silver burst from his fingertips, spreading out, freezing the retaliatory tide.
Solid alchemy!
All spiritual reactions and refinements were forcibly locked by materiality, spirits were imprisoned by shells, no matter what chaotic creations you refine, frozen, not allowed to move.
Then, gaseous alchemy began extracting spiritual substances, strengthening materials, after draining all spiritual erosion, fluid alchemy proceeded with purification and rebirth.
When the speed of the three processes accelerated, almost cycling independently, everything naturally reverted to the form Ji Jue had established.
Rather than repair, it was more erosion and transformation, infecting places afflicted by one virus with another!
To Ji Jue, the seemingly violent and menacing Torch Plague wave was merely like a gentle breeze against the face.
Compared to the flame tide, such decayed grass phosphorescence, what really is the so-called Torch Plague!
As for Zhi Fu's mutant erosion?
Ji Jue was nearly amused, not to mention the Non-Attack's resistance, did you really think the Jianyuan Training Class was for nothing? He simply didn't use it, not that he couldn't.
Jian Yuan's level as a Craftsman Grandmaster was indeed there, though mostly basic, it undoubtedly pointed straight to the essence of Zhi Fu's ember.
Although its core was unmistakably Zhi Fu, at least in application, it completely spanned two realms, unhindered.
Moreover, with the Candle Illumination Ceremony's forced enlightenment and empowerment, Ji Jue's understanding of Zhi Fu was sufficient to strike a dimensional blow over most mundane You Sui.
Now it's merely testing the waters with reverse practicing demon technique, using his understanding of Zhi Fu to counter and dismantle it, within Dissociation Technique it's basic skill, almost an instinct and soul reflex.
Boom!!!
Hysterical mumbling from within the torch flame sounded, fragmented shadows seemed furious, twitching, as if living flames emerged from the face, revealing a series of indistinct resentful expressions, fixated on Ji Jue.
Perhaps, that was the real Torch Plague.
Its essence, so-called, craftsmen's grudge!
It's not about shallow vengeance or love hate, but sourced from the craftsman's inherent greed and loathing: hate this world's creation cannot be solely owned, hate this world's phenomena cannot be achieved by oneself!
In some sense, the craftsman totally eroded and materialized by Zhi Fu in the past indeed completed his own creation—what he created—is his present form!
Even without spiritual wisdom, even when the soul is annihilated, this hate and greed intensified vigorously, unfettered.
For this reason, it thirsted insatiably, consuming endlessly, dragging all things into the chaos.
Now, the craftsman's hatred manifested as Torch Plague, became completely berserk.
Because his creation, right before him, was killed!
Neither corrected nor transformed, but more coldly, more cruelly, inch by inch, mercilessly obliterated all vitality, all prosperity.
In its rage, the innate refinement started anew, using itself as a furnace, using the entire Crack Realm as material, in an instant, burial grounds violently trembled, tear rain corpse flame flowed, countless creations formed with a flick, numerous earth doll skeletons converged, swallowing decay wind, transformed into a likeness of Divine Buddha, with a ferocious visage, two streams of blood tears flowed from the eyes, opening the mouth, spewing out a dark fierce light.
Ji Jue waved his hand, before him, all the toxic corruption scattered swept away, torn to shreds.
Immediately after, the skeleton Divine Buddha raised both arms, endless blades rose from the flames, descended from the sky, like torrential rain, within the spread of the Spiritual Sword disintegrated into pieces.
The Divine Buddha removed its hand, cast it out, abruptly transformed in the void, a blood-drenched hand fluctuated intensely, forming three-headed black serpents, winding and lunging forth.