Chapter 1598 - 822: Between Existence and Nonexistence

A qualified craftsman never makes mistakes with their materials.

Whether it's fine jade or dirt, if it can be used, it should be used to its fullest. Whether it's medicine or poison, as long as it's effective, one shouldn't hesitate.

But sometimes, no matter how sharp one's vision, how far-reaching one's insight, or how rich their experience, when faced with someone like Ji Jue — an entity of dual nature, both remedy and toxin — one can't help but want to gouge out their own eyes.

What on earth is this!

Indeed, the more experienced one is, the more profoundly skilled, the harder it is to decide.

Jian Yuan firmly believed that one day he would fall into Zhi Fu, while Ye Xian was certain he would become a Heavenly Artisan. As for the Heavenly Furnace...it didn't care!

The world is a furnace, with infinite Heavenly Destinies.

There are things that even a Craftsman Grandmaster cannot unravel, cannot see through, cannot comprehend. With such unpredictable variables, what 'inevitability' could there possibly be?

Whether it's success or failure, remedy or toxin, virtue or vice, it doesn't matter.

Let Ji Jue choose for himself!

Perhaps in other respects, the Heavenly Furnace truly was unclear, truly unsure, but on this one aspect, it had experienced firsthand… That rascal, beyond stirring, acting, and creating, genuinely consumes graphics cards and memory!

Previously, when Ji Jue was given a chance in Creation Mode, the Tower of Transformation almost burned itself out, nearly puncturing the Association's reserve, and Delong almost died from a stroke...

In the end, it was the Heavenly Furnace that used its personal stash to cover the losses!

If you give him the opportunity to create at full tilt, he's bound to give you a real eye-opener!

Now, the same opportunity lies before Ji Jue, and it's time for You Sui to experience the Association's agony!

Boom!!!

The Doomsday Theory returning to its origin accelerated once more!

The engine overloaded, spinning wildly… Countless curling, writhing fingers opened again, pulling the phenomena within the tapestry, once more commencing the weaving, evolution, and proof, once more driving the apocalypse!

Thus, Ji Jue drew his sword, readying himself once more to dive in!

The cycle of despair repeated once more.

Only this time, it seemed there were more people in despair...

At this point, seeking reconciliation was too late.

Saints and Dragons ascending isn't like driving a car; you cannot reverse back after discovering it's a license plate restriction day, pretending nothing happened.

Even Elder Anvil was no longer able to stop, nor could he. Once halted, the first to collapse would be Bei Gong himself!

He must believe, believe in the reason completed by Bei Gong, believe that in the descent into destined suffering, the first to be exhausted would be Ji Jue.

But before that, what began was an endless cycle of torment.

When countless steel structures once again rose from the earth, forging a new apocalypse, amidst the all-encompassing black flames, the new Ji Jue emerged once more, drew his sword, and severed his own head.

Everything severed again, the cycle restarted once more.

The increasingly uncontrollable and frenzied cycle became faster and faster, each seemingly justifiable evolution would again collapse under the malignant flaw known as Ji Jue.

Between the sea and sky, the scenes in the Doomsday Theory sped by, like a movie played thousands or tens of thousands of times faster, constantly teetering on the brink of collapse, constantly rejuvenating, launching sprint after sprint towards an unreachable end.

Like a hero drawing a sword, challenging the unconquerable demon!

So exhilarating!

Even beyond the Association and You Sui, all the swirling rainbow light fell silent, countless observers staring at the scene, falling into silence.

Speechless.

Is this… right? Should it be like this? Why do your embers seem even more sinister than Zhi Fu? Whose lieutenant is this?

Every second, every moment, every flick of the finger is a futile cycle.

Amidst the ebb and flow of time, endless rebirth and sinking, in countless replacements and consumption, the figure entangled in Bei Gong's snare not only did not suffer any depletion or mutation but grew ever fiercer!

So what on earth is that thing?

No one answers.

Ji Jue drew his sword again, severed his head once more, and without hesitation, stepped into a new cycle.

In the perpetual acceleration, even he found himself in a trance and confusion, like an eternally long nightmare from which he woke time and again.

The old Ji Jue burned to ashes in the flames, the new Ji Jue was reborn once more in the fire.

Nearly suicidal replacements, irrevocable collapses and annihilation...

In the cycle of obsession, the soul circulates, old and new replace each other.

He saw himself immersed in the downfall and falling into Zhi Fu, and saw another self being created once more, walking step by step towards the end.

But where am I?

Which one is truly me?

All of those… are the roads that a craftsman named Ji Jue will walk, all created by his obsession, but none are, none are the complete Ji Jue.

But then where am I?

Amidst the endless cycle, his obsession clung to each rebirth form recreated, completing replacements and life and death, yet his soul seemed to be torn apart because of it, countless fragments scattered among the cycle...

The vastness of the world belongs entirely to me, all changes are in my hands!

But where do I exist?

The sword blade hums, severs, and terminates everything once more.

All things and I turn to ash, the world and I journey into the void, yet where do I vanish?