Chapter 1759 - 906: Even If It Opens, It's Useless

Above Ji Jue's head, a blood-stained scale suddenly appeared out of thin air.

On one side, a mountain of corpses piled up like towering ranges, breaking the balance and lifting the feather on the other end… Instantly, Invisible flames surged up, completely devouring the feather that represented Ji Jue.

Beneath the intricate preparations and Secret Rituals, the despair, pain, and remorse left behind by endless dead flowed in like a tide, converging upon him.

All the slaughter caused by the continuous operations along the Coast and the flood of military ordnance in recent days, the deaths stirred up by the Seven Cities, were amplified through the Secret Rituals, distortion by partiality.

In the end, under the sacrificial offerings of countless sacrifices, the rewriting was completed… All the deaths across the entire West Sea, every fault and sin, were laid upon Ji Jue alone!

Now, karma falls upon his head!

In that hallucination-like Perception, as the feather was burned away to nothing, viscous Blood-water dripped down from the scale and swallowed Ji Jue whole!

Weird sigils on the scale rose and lit up one after another, operating in a self-destructive cycle—following the petition and indictment cast in by Ling Liu, to enforce absolute punishment!

[Absolute Spirit], erasing all spiritual substance!

[Removal], revoking all Alchemy enhancements!

[Demotion], cutting off all blessing links!

And finally, [Karma Reversal]—all karmic consequences, sinking entirely into Ji Jue's body.

Within the endless Blood-water, everything each corpse felt at the moment before death was imposed in full upon Ji Jue.

All the pain and despair of their countless deaths replayed within his soul.

Leaving him stripped of all capacity to resist, tangled in Curse upon Curse, driven without limit toward death…

From the very start, Meng Fengzuo never dared underestimate Ji Jue, even deeply fearing this youngest Crown Craftsman in the entire present world, and chose to plan from the worst-case assumption.

He spared no trouble, no cost, no price.

He even calculated according to the premise of how to kill a Heavenly People!

And the facts proved his worries and fears were not wrong—relying solely on everything arranged beforehand was already insufficient to achieve the goal; they, including himself, would have been ground to powder under Ji Jue's extraordinary eruption.

Through continuous attrition, they probed out Ji Jue's full strength, using everyone's sacrifice to pin down Ji Jue's focus; even Schelbach's assassination served as smoke and mirrors, a deliberately planted misdirection.

And now, the map ends and the dagger is revealed…

At the instant the Curse descended, Ji Jue's just-raised palm froze in midair.

Circle Realm·Non-Attack, dispersed without a sound.

At 10:11 a.m., Ji Jue's soul fell silent, spiritual substance scattered, Perception sealed, blessing dimmed, no further Response, becoming an empty shell!

Under the slashing Blood Blade, the Overload shock, the coronal mass ejection, and the encirclement of the White Emperor Demon Master, his pupils lost all light, turned utterly hollow, ready for slaughter.

In this moment, victory and defeat were decided!

"Tsk, this is fucking disgusting!"

In front of the main screen, Wei tossed his half-eaten fruit into the trash can and rolled his eyes.

Disgusting!

A whole day wasted for nothing—he'd thought he'd get to watch a life-and-death showdown, a battle fought with everything on the line, but in the end a ladle of rat shit got dumped over it.

Stench beyond bearing!

But before he could stand up, his movement stalled; he jerked his head back.

Crack!

A clear, crisp sound rang out.

The Blood Blade descending in a cleave came to an abrupt halt.

In the turbid wake of the coronal ejection, amid the monstrous horror burned scarlet and now slowly dissolving, that thing suddenly raised its head. The palm suspended in midair actually stretched out again.

Circle Realm·[Non-Attack]!

In that instant, within this stalemate so brief it was almost nonexistent, Schelbach felt as though plunged into an ice cellar.

No.

Wait, this is wrong!

It shouldn't be like this…

On the dissolving metal face, a smile seemed to surface; within those once-hollow eyes, Silver Radiance flared like Flame Light, savagely bursting out!

Exactly as everyone had anticipated.

The Curse descends, karma falls, Chosen One Ji Jue loses Response.

Yet in the gap of less than 0.00001 seconds that followed, unknown interference was purged, the body's self-check completed, all modules Integration and resonance restored…

[Matrix Holy Object·Ji Jue], reboot!

Immediately after, facing the Creation that had delivered itself to his door… Jing Zhen erupted!

The Blood Blade wailed and blew apart to ash.

And then, the other hand, hanging idle, rose, clenched toward the humanoid rupture before him that led to space and the blazing sun!

BOOM!!!

Across the world's seas, Silver Radiance shone everywhere; within boundless Flame Light, blossoms cascaded like waterfalls, sprouting, unfurling, and blooming from every corner.

Countless strands of misty rain fell from the sky and surged up from the earth; in endless Illusion Light, hundreds and thousands of palms extended out of thin air, unfolding like lotus flowers.

A scale of grandeur beyond human imagination manifested here: in the span of a finger snap, thousands, tens of thousands, tens of thousands more instances of Fluid Alchemy surged back to life from the shattered Three Phases cycle.

Red Sky Illusion Light flashed and vanished; Heavenly Origin's Weight erupted, and under the tidal wave of repulsion, Luzhi was blasted back.

Then, the fissure spewing Destruction Flame streams shuddered violently.

That humanoid rift was like a throat clamped by an invisible hand; as the five fingers tightened, it spasmed and convulsed at terrifying speed—choking, and then…

Shattered to dust and splinters!!!

The crack opened by the Gate of Eternity detonated and collapsed; as space twisted, that invisible hand kneaded it into a lump, compressing without end—compress, compress, compress again!

Ji Jue's clenched hand opened again, spreading flat, his index finger curving slightly upward.

At once, within that layered compression, the Destruction magma flow on the verge of eruption found an outlet, a single line of blazing red born from infinite light and heat, shooting straight up toward the sky.

In an instant, it pierced through the great seal the Demon Lord's hands were pressing down inch by inch, drilling a rift from the very center like a spear, and amid a shrill, miserable scream, its momentum did not falter, but thrust forward, penetrating right into the Demon Lord's face.

In the sky, endless darkness was ignited by flame, turning into a torrential rain that poured down in a dense, staggering fall.

It didn't even have time to fall…

Flame Light flickered.

Those silver pupils had already passed through the disintegrating ash of the Blood Blade, landing on Schelbach's face, fixing on the changes in his expression—the twist, the shrinking pupils, the quivering look.

As he sensed the anomaly, he withdrew without the slightest hesitation, retreating, returning once more to Eternal—but this time, the rift of Eternal refused to close!

In the air, an ocean of Mercury Vapor spread; countless points of Silver Radiance glittered, clinging to the Gate of Eternity, rapidly hardening, freezing it solid.

At most, it only blocked the span of a snapped finger.

But within that brief instant, the hand that had driven straight in had already plunged into the Circle Realm—ignoring all his resistance and evasions, seizing from countless possibilities the single most disastrous outcome—pressing down on Schelbach's face!

The emerald eyes twitched for a heartbeat, and then he saw, through the gaps between fingers, the mocking smile on that bestial metal face, so horribly familiar!

Ji Jue?!

How could it be!!!

There was no longer time to react or think. In the instant when he lunged desperately, straining every last shred of strength, the burning figure had already come roaring in from afar.

Boom!

It burst through layered blossoms and the deluge of silver rain; Luzhi streaked toward him once more!

Like a burning meteor, even knowing it would smash itself to pieces, it still charged without hesitation—either you die, or I die!

[Overload], erupt!

All the trials, struggles, and temperings of his lifetime—the techniques and wounds he had comprehended and endured—now fused into one furnace, with his own body as the vessel.

In this very moment, he was stronger than he had ever been!

Kasu's mouth stretched in a silent grin, a mad laugh.

Endless techniques overlapped and shifted, undergoing Transformation into a single strike that would shatter upon contact and annihilate upon entry—placing both lives on equal footing, stripping away all external interference, sacrificing his own life to cut the enemy entirely from this world. This was what they called—Absolute Death!

Ji Jue lifted his other hand toward the incoming strike, reckless and defiant…

Again, Blood Vibration!

Damned!

Under that iron grip, Schelbach's eyes trembled against his will, his face twisting, shock and terror spilling out completely.

He recalled the ancient texts that spoke of the Mohist, spoke of Non-Attack.

As though falling into an ice abyss!

"Don't—"

He screamed by instinct, shrieking, wanting to tell Kasu this was a trap!

Regrettably, the time was already gone.

The hand of Absolute Death slammed into and through the Circle Realm Ji Jue had unfolded, tearing, breaking, and obliterating the entire Non-Attack Circle Realm, then driving in like an unstoppable wedge right into Ji Jue's face.

The mere aftershock shattered half of Ji Jue's body, blowing it apart, almost turning him to drifting ash.

But it was only the aftershock.

He had clearly struck the foe in front of him, yet the grin on Kasu's face vanished, frozen stiff—because right before his eyes, the one actually wounded and dying was Schelbach, clenched in Ji Jue's other hand!

Under Ji Jue's five fingers, Schelbach's face suddenly split open with a gouged crack; the rift was pitch-black, bottomless, and his shattered life and soul drifted out like corpse-flames.

His rebirth form was annihilated, the Eternal Circle Realm shattered.

And next, a withered body was swallowed by Purple Lightning Black Flame, erupting from within and consuming everything!

No wails, no screams, not even time to resist.

Nothing left but ash!

"Ha!"

Among countless stunned and dumbfounded spectators, a certain unnamed craftsman in a certain Crack Realm was already howling with laughter, barking like a dog, thoroughly ruining the viewing experience of everyone else in the conference room.

Circle Realm·Non-Attack technique·[Moshou]!

More precisely, it was an advanced application that mimicked Star Shifting, using the enemy to subdue the enemy, Violence Control used to control violence.

—[Violence Control]!

Just like back then, when Ji Jue hurled back Lou Yanyue's Five Floors and Twelve Cities thunder punishment, only now he had gone even further—using Circle Realms unfolded simultaneously across all ten fingers as medium and vessel, in the midst of this fierce siege, to achieve the transfer and transmission of damage and Destruction!

The all-out Absolute Death strike, the moment it fell into the Circle Realm, had already been routed by Ji Jue into Schelbach, gripped in his other hand.

To wash away his earlier humiliation, when Ji Jue once more invited him with Blood Vibration, Kasu chose to meet force with force, to clash head-on with his enemy!

That was the single mistake he made.

Now, it was his turn to pay for that mistake.

Ji Jue stretched out his hand, once more.