Chapter 1601 - 824: The End of Doomsday

It's literally beating old people.

Left hand, right hand, a slow motion, followed by a big showdown, then a heart-striking elbow, take a breath and pull out a set of Federation electric cannon alongside Empire's great hook!

What Ji Jue learned from Ye Xian about Yong Chun, and from Lu Feng the military boxing... All the techniques he had seen and learned were at his fingertips, seamlessly blending together and executed with the elegance and skill of a master craftsman.

The exhilarating competition of low-level skills was simply too enjoyable.

Especially when the opponent had no way to retaliate...

No way, you can't blame Bei Gong. If Bei Gong were genuinely fighting Ji Jue, he'd crush him into ashes in minutes without any suspense, but Bei Gong has been dead for God knows how long.

And the principles of Bei Gong, which were used to inscribe the apocalypse into reality, were never meant for this kind of thing!

Using an electric baton to poke a supercomputer, smashing a crown with a hammer, scratching car paint with a nail clipper... Ji Jue was doing things one would call wasteful destructions and squandering precious resources.

Absolutely without regret!

Logically, none of this should be happening. Don't talk about probability; there's no chance even past a thousand decimal places!

The gap between the Heavenly People and the origin stone is absolute, even between transcendence and Saints, there are countless barriers and abyss-like divides.

But unfortunately, Bei Gong's own hands were too tempting!

Ji Jue, at this moment, was within the evolution of the apocalypse, trapped in its cycles repeatedly, already too deeply entangled with the certificate of Bei Gong...

Deep enough to almost touch!

Even the spiritual material Ji Jue now uses for consumption and self-repair is provided by the blessing of Bei Gong's certificate!

Banging the cook's head with bowls, eating while scraping rice grains, and even smacking his lips.

Just emphasizing sheer oblivion!

Outside the apocalypse, the Holy Fool's Artifact trembles sharply, numerous twisted and curled fingers suddenly spread wide, seemingly roaring angrily, hair standing on end!

Mosquitoes' bites don't hurt, but who can endure a body covered with bumps?

The incomplete Spirit of Creation rages violently, mobilizing all of its power within the apocalyptic scene to its utmost extremity, beginning to strive to eliminate the increasingly large tumor within.

The first signs of disaster appeared: the earth trembled, lava erupted, winds howled, frost attacked, dark clouds quivered, Thunderbolt rampaged, even the flying sands and pebbles within the wind surpassed sound in terrifying acceleration.

As if it were against the whole world.

Fireflies contend with blazing sun.

The tiny, almost pathetic figure stood between heaven and earth, coldly watching the raging storm approaching, fingers spread wide, carving out his own foothold from the raging tide.

Outside, amidst the storm and tempest, the seismic chaos, yet within arm's reach there was tranquility and absolute stability.

The degeneracy originating from Bei Gong was re-enacted with advanced principles, repeatedly falling upon Ji Jue, yet it was ineffectual, neutralized before it could take effect, supplemented and severed.

Ji Jue deliberately created an area within himself that could degenerate, stubbornly absorbing the pervasive effect of the degeneracy, confining the destruction to an unmovable range.

Through his own hands and fingers, he contended with the wrathful apocalypse, it even seemed as though he was inversely provoking the Holy Fool's Artifact.

Leading the opponent to mobilize more terrifying forces, further suppression and destruction.

Until...

When Elder Anvil's pupil lightly trembled, instinctively wanting to reach out, Phantom Hand was gripped by the near Heavenly Furnace.

With a mocking grin.

"Don't rush, Elder Anvil." The interference line of the Heavenly Furnace emerged from the most critical point: "The game between us isn't over yet!"

Even if the outcome was already determined.

Under the Grandmaster's gaze, every change and future were clear as day.

Finally, establishing the end game!

Boom!

The Blood Eye on the firmament solidifies completely.

Like the embodiment of apocalypse, the essence of destruction, the principles of Bei Gong emerged completely from the chaotic turmoil and devastation of the heavens and earth.

Descending like a giant from the sky!

And Ji Jue's right hand exploded in response!

Amidst this direct collision, it was thoroughly crushed, grievously wounded, body almost completely dissolving and evaporating...

But he could no longer restrain his smile.

Such delight.

At last... the moment arrived!

Now, your health bar is exposed, isn't it?!

Amidst the swirling Flame Light, Ji Jue's left hand once again refills, once more reaching up towards the sublime firmament, towards those eyes that overlooked fate, and grasped them tightly!

The sound of shattering was unceasing, fissures appeared on Ji Jue's arm, shards flying out yet refilling once more, swiftly burning like a candle.

The grip with all his might could achieve no more than revealing an insignificant segment of the vast outline gradually forming within the apocalypse's convergence...

It was like a giant hidden behind the mist showing its shadow, through such an extraordinary distance, only glimpses of scales and claws were visible!

But this time, what awaited it was not Jing Zhen anymore.

Ji Jue's right hand extended back.

Roaring aloud, facing the awaited conclusion and end point:

"—Come!"

Then, the world abruptly fell silent, the myriad scenes frozen in place.

Only within the spread of those five fingers, as they contracted, an invisible hilt was gripped, grand and splendid light emanated from Ji Jue's hand, surging forward!

From the beginning, a visitor was invested into this apocalypse, an exceptionally critical variable, and the portable creation born from the Heavenly Furnace.

[Natural Enemy]!

The so-called transformation against all transformations, the natural enemy that restrains all foes, created specifically for all opponents' destruction and death, has fallen into Ji Jue's hands.

No resistance, no hesitation.

Utterly tamed, allowing his control.

Permission unsealed, Creation Theory opened, forging begins!

Amidst the vast power rushing forth, the form of the natural enemy manifested for an instant, injected into his soul, turning to control him, the user, teaching him how to master himself!

What can be glimpsed are countless possibilities beyond his own Circle Realm, what can be perceived are limitless changes beyond his imagination...

Endless shapes, specifications, essence, contours rise from his heart, as if he holds the entire world in his hand, all creations are vivid and await his connote and call.

As long as he wants, as long as he wills, as long as even a mere thought arises in his heart... endless creations, at his fingertips!

In the depths of his mind, a voice resounds, like seeking results for all phenomena of the world, forbidding his hesitation, even more so forbidding his escape, asks:

"What is it that you seek, Ji Jue?"

"What is it?"

Ji Jue couldn't help but laugh, "Does it need asking? Don't dawdle, hurry up!"

He said, "Let me see your limits!"

Thus, the natural enemy rang, the universe lowered its gaze, creations descended, complying with the user's command and expectation, operating here, recreating the supreme form!

At this moment, within the entire apocalypse, all craftsmen once again heard the sound of their heartbeat.

Like a war drum.

Souls leapt, rejoiced, rose, yet at the same time bowed with reverence, trembling, listening to the high and distant resonance emanating from the natural enemy.

They felt this call from the deepest parts of their souls!

"Take it!"

The bell roared, and Li Lin nodded resolutely.

Jiang Tongguang panted, laughed aloud, waved, and poured out the residual wine in his cup. Yellow Beard propped himself up with the Flame-shaped Sword, once again climbed up from the ground, and roared toward the distance.

In the storm, the curled sausage dog lamented, opened its mouth, and spit out a final glimmer.

A girl-shaped figure emerged from beside it, bent down, gently touched its head, chuckled softly in farewell, and decisively walked toward the coming blaze.

Countless cracking sounds echoed throughout the apocalypse, a mass of creations shattered in response, rising from the wreckage and fragments with a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer.

Like sparks.

At this moment, when each flash converged, ascending to the heavens, what manifested was a magnificent torrent penetrating earth and sky.

Rising from the ground, descending from the heavens.

Thus completes the miracle!

The Heavenly Furnace appeared!

No need for Ember's favor, but nearly reversed, with infinite creations, countless sparks rising, reappearing this transformation scene!

Imitate Transformation.

Outside the apocalypse, within the pale firmament, all insignificant rainbow lights were completely dispelled, replaced by the vast silver radiance like a star river amidst the flow of Heavenly Destiny.

As if once again hearing the call of the promise, stars transformed into spark fire, responding to the resonance from within the apocalypse, flowing relentlessly.

Flashes fleetingly converged, faintly forming a straight, sharp mark...

Like sword blades, sweeping away all obstacles.

Inches by inches, descending from the heavens.

Pointing directly at the nearly frozen Holy Fool's Artifact.

Pointing at the Heavenly Destiny, long gestating in the apocalypse but unable to complete!

Like the star fires of anger, questioning loudly.

"Your validation, your pursuit—"

In the burning spark fire, Ji Jue's eyes shot fierce light, toward the phantom before him: "Where is creation? Where is establishment? Where is achievement?"

He defied the pressure of the Saintly Realm, moved forward step by step, shattering destiny and end, with silver radiant flames rising in his soul, delivering judgment:

"You seek not establishment, but collapse; you create not action, but the expected decay; you accomplish not a future, but only eternal cycles!"

"—Thus, you are judged as sin!"

In the apocalyptic scene, heaven crumbles, earth cracks, enveloped by fierce light among the natural enemies, like a silent Heavenly Destiny of anger rising, appearing amidst the flow of all creation tapestry.

At this moment, star fires, and destiny like a sword.

All is entrusted into Ji Jue's hand, rising to the utmost peak from the scattering...

Slash!

Deathly silence, soundless, breathless.

Only the inevitable destruction and extinction, apocalyptic scenes evaporate without a trace, Bei Gong's rationale burns away entirely, where fierce light passes, all evolution meets its end.

When Bei Gong's rationale revealed the blood bar, allowing it to be locked, the conclusion was already destined.

And between sea and sky, the Holy Fool's Artifact lamented, screamed.

Like an infant's dying call.

But from beginning to end, Elder Anvil offered no response, merely watched coldly by.

Until silver flames, like boiling water, spurted out between the wriggling, curling fingers, spreading, expanding, burning away countless threads, reducing everything it touched to ashes.

A lifetime of Bei Gong, vanished into smoke and dust!

At this moment, amidst the flying ashes, Ji Jue coldly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head.

"Tsk!"