kingnovel Chapter 1594 818: Testament of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1594 818: Testament of the Apocalypse
The mortal world is dark, and the sea and sky are silent.
The Holy Fool's Artifact ascends from the remnants of Bei Gong, with its bizarre shape still constantly changing.
Each curled finger seems to pull countless threads, weaving, intertwining, and unfolding a scroll named Doomsday, laying the foundation for the future of the present world.
With the creations of Bei Gong's life, witness this conclusion!
Between the sea and sky, the scenes from Doomsday and the present world reflect each other, swiftly growing and completing.
The entire present world seems to subtly tremble, revealing a trace of illusion and indeterminacy. Everything before one's eyes appears unchanged from the past, yet inexplicably feels as if something is gradually becoming different.
To ordinary people, this illusion and confusion are incomprehensible, but to the Chosen Ones, it becomes increasingly evident as overwhelming waves.
The conflict and entanglement between Superior and Great Evil cause the stability between past and future to tremble, with a new color appearing in the complex tapestry formed by countless pasts and futures.
The Heavenly Destiny is tainted!
A giant vortex is forming between the sea and sky, subtly radiating across the present world, causing all gazes to cast in shock, reacting, and even intending to intervene!
Sharp friction noise abruptly erupts.
Across the sky, shocking thunder passes by and then disappears without a trace.
The Heavenly Furnace waves its hand, as if dismissing something.
Behind, faint chains emerge from the void, intertwined like a net, their origins unknown, their destinations untraceable, enveloping the entire present world.
Isolating all those trying to intervene outside.
"What's going on? Where's the Heavenly Furnace?"
"Did the Taiyi Ring mess things up?"
"This doesn't match the conditions you originally promised."
"Locksmith's authorization is not for you to misuse!"
In the void, anxious inquiries and bewildered questions surge like tides, only to be casually blocked by the Heavenly Furnace: "What's the panic? Hasn't anything happened yet?
Things haven't deteriorated to that extent. Watch me operate!"
He said, "I will take responsibility for all consequences."
In the sky, countless Illusion Lights of Superior ascend, as if pairs of eyes overlooking, amidst exchanged thoughts and consciousness, holding their breath to observe the changes between the sea and sky, awaiting the outcome.
Witness the struggle between the contemporary Heavenly Furnace and Elder Anvil.
Beneath the sinking of the Four Seas, the Holy Fool's Artifact has gradually revealed its essence, beginning its ascension, launching towards the Rank of Saint and Dragon.
With the sprouting and scripting of the Doomsday Wheel, the offensive and defensive stance becomes no longer the same.
Ember is neither Ruins nor Entropy System like those guys, it isn't about sheer force alone. To inscribe a predetermined future into the present involves far too many aspects.
The success or failure of the Holy Fool's Artifact lies within this [Witness]!
Just like publishing a paper in a top journal, the theory involved, the required data, the conducted experiments, and even the obtained results, all must be flawless, able to withstand any doubt and negation.
It must be as stable and certain as truth, to become part of the truth.
An open trial, prepared and completed on site, obtaining the predetermined result under the projection of Doomsday Theory… The most crucial thing is that such precise creation cannot allow any interference!
If Bei Gong's death hadn't been exposed, with the Embers of Decay Decision concluded, Elder Anvil's hand might truly succeed.
Unfortunately, reality never allows for "if."
The flow of Heavenly Destiny never shifts according to human will, and Embers of Cruelty never shows favoritism to any side.
Even the Heavenly Furnace, closest to the Realm of General Control, falls passive under Elder Anvil's subtle accumulation and push.
Perhaps because of Elder Anvil's years of scheming and contamination, after various changes, it led to the Association's vigilance, birthing this reversal move, caught by the Heavenly Furnace as an opportunity to turn the tables.
Countless causes intersect, various reasons intertwine, the change of Heavenly Destiny emerges between them, and the success of the Holy Fool's Artifact, under the tug-of-war between both, welcomes an unexpected unfolding.
Hundreds of years' worth of lurking claws, patiently waiting, the accumulated advantage was enough to secure victory, yet now with the Heavenly Furnace's interference, a new variable emerges from the originally predetermined Doomsday, plunging the once-clear situation back into chaos...
"Are you anxious?"
The Heavenly Furnace curiously asks Elder Anvil, appreciating his expression, half-smiling: "I advise you not to be anxious, it's useless to be anxious…what was that saying?
Embers of Cruelty, don't pity the ordinary… You were fine in Zhi Fu, meddling across realms for no reason, see, things flipped?"
Elder Anvil remains indifferent, turning a deaf ear, maintaining an expressionless face throughout, neither surprised nor delightened.
As if still firmly seated as an angler, neither rushing nor deliberating.
Pretending? Or truly?
It doesn't matter.
This is truly a point-of-no-return, without any room for regret!
In this forging of the Holy Fool's Artifact, compared to Elder Anvil, who truly holds the advantage, the latecomer Heavenly Furnace's interference is too insignificant,
but in actuality, he doesn't need to do much.
Simply by existing, it's enough to be a nuisance!
Perhaps in this refining, he can achieve nothing, but he can also ensure nothing gets done.
Just like what Ye Xian once taught Ji Jue, it's a great skill to naturally get things done well, but doing things badly is equally a rare talent!
Now both sides are restraining each other, hindering one another so that the Elder Anvil can't interfere with the refining of the Holy Fool's Artifact... or rather, unable to do so!
The more you do, the more mistakes you make, allowing the Heavenly Furnace to seize the opportunity to cause trouble, the more trouble it stirs up.
Only by doing nothing, completely isolating the Heavenly Furnace's actions, allowing it to evolve based on the original foundation, can All Things Self-transform, and that's the optimal solution now.
He still has ninety percent confidence!
But the key is, the Heavenly Furnace has already scattered a handful of rat droppings into his pot...
Glass washer fluid added to the engine, steel coins scattered in the engine, and a pile of unexpected problems appeared in the carefully prepared experiment.
As a result, no one knows if the Doomsday Theory of Bei Gong can continue to hold?
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At this moment, Ji Jue raised his head and saw the gray and somber world, under the lead-gray sky, amidst the vast yellow sand, heaven and earth lament.
Towers with eerie shapes and endless ruins filled the earth, extending in all directions.
The terrifying high temperature, along with the approaching scorching sun, pouring down on the earth, turning the world into a Melting Furnace. And when the scorching sun recedes, bone-chilling frost freezes all things.
The fall and mutation of everything, the irretrievable destruction, is right before one's eyes.
In the sky, strange birds swoop by, casting sharp shadows on the ground, while bizarre crawling plants grow on the wasteland, rooting into the earth.
Not far away, a mass like rotten mud silently wriggles through, panicked and fleeing.
Ji Jue heard the sound of rolling sand, the earth subtly shaking, a hidden monster beneath the sand lurching out, baring its fangs at him.
Following that, it was effortlessly swept aside, severed at the waist, and fell to the ground, emitting a painful screech and wail, spraying dark green blood.
It's alive.
Just like a serpentine creature covered in shells, with degenerated limbs, its head full of compound eyes, and its mouth parts resembling worm-like fangs... Even when severed at the waist, it continues writhing on the ground, opening its mouth, futilely gnawing.
Trampled beneath Ji Jue's foot.
It should have been crushed into mud immediately, but in that instant, his actions suddenly paused, stiffening for a moment.
He lowered his head once again, gazing at the clawed monster.
That's no monster...
"...Human?"
Ji Jue lowered his eyes, reaching out, pressing against that ravenous, ferocious face, feeling the structure of the body and the mutated soul, his expression gradually darkening.
Even though it was already unrecognizable, completely mutated across generations of transformation, its original appearance can still be discerned.
That was a person, once still a human.
Not just it, the screeching mutant birds in the sky, the writhing shadows not far away mating in the sludge, even the strange plants writhing, rooted into the earth around them...
All were humans!
Boom!!!
Amidst the deafening noise, a distant and sharp tower suddenly shook, tentacles like serpents extended out, pulling in mutant birds flying by, swallowing them whole, chewing with satisfaction.
The same being human.
Amidst the rumbling, above the clouds, foot limb columns like giant pillars slowly descended, casting immense shadows as they passed by in the clouds' darkness.
On the colossal body, hundreds of distorted human faces remain immersed in euphoric illusions, singing loudly, their sharp songs and shouts echoing in Ji Jue's ears.
Already, beyond salvation.
Ji Jue closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
Finally feeling, what the end truly means...
At that moment, not only him, but when the scenes from Hell appeared before all the craftsmen dedicated to the doomsday, what surfaced in every heart was identical comprehension.
To hell with the plot or worldview setting, don't bother me with more introductions or stories.
I have no interest in anything happening here; I only know, it's time for a massacre!
Ji Jue emotionlessly drew his sword, cutting without hesitation.
All! Must! Die!
And so, the flames ignited.
Between the sea and sky, amidst the dim and obscure doomsday scene, sparks suddenly rose, like fireflies in the long night, audaciously challenging the world and the apocalypse before them.
In less than a few minutes, clusters of sparks rapidly expanded, gradually becoming fierce, raging and spreading, surging like a torrent rampaging through the dark Hell.
In the craftsmen's hands, the wrath from the embers finally descended, everything met complete destruction.
Burning away all the decayed soil, making the doomsday unable to stand.
Eradicating all mutant transformations, trampling the so-called Creation of Bei Gong beneath our feet!