Chapter 1911 - 983: Rebirth — I Became a Janitor on the Sky Rail

[Border Prison].

Ji Jue knows this term—Limbus, also known as the Spiritual Book Prison, in the mythological fragments before the Chaotic Era, it's the edge of the uppermost layer of Hell, where people who have not been baptized go after they die.

However, in religious debate, there is still controversy about whether it is part of Hell.

Because although it belongs to Hell, for people residing here, there is no punishment. But if it's not Hell, it cannot be considered earthly, and as the world after death, it bears no connection to Heaven.

So, if one must argue, it is more like an ambiguous border zone, a true transitional realm in the process from the earthly realm to Hell.

An isolation area, eternally storing chaotic and temporarily indefinable or undistinguished things.

And this is the function of the [Border Hell Layer] within the Sky Track Center.

"Just as you guessed, since the Sky Rail utilizes the power of the Shadow Sun, it is inevitably subject to Erosion... However, with only so much cost, everyone has expressed it's completely okay."

"..."

Ji Jue vigorously waved.

"Therefore, a specific area has been designated as a firewall and isolation zone to prevent the spread and proliferation of pollution."

In the broken mural, the lamp-holding dispatcher chuckled: "Over the years, we've accumulated quite a lot, but leaving many unattended results in their own dissipation. Just recently, due to the operation of the Jiedi Law, the drift items spewing from the [Well] have become slightly more abundant... So as a Temporary Worker, let's start here!"

The big-eared monster donkey made werwer sounds.

"Well, in any case, gaining some experience initially is better than outright fighting the bugs at the start," the dispatcher nodded repeatedly: "I suppose you too have sensed my painstaking efforts, right?"

"I propose you—"

In the pitch-black writhing river of mud, Ji Jue emerged bravely, shouted angrily: "You damn, at least tell me, how do I clean up this stuff!"

"Wer! Wer!! Wer!!!"

On Ji Jue's head, climbing atop Beagle was barking wildly, shouting something.

"Huh?"

The dispatcher looked blankly, "Didn't I say it before?"

"You damn... blub blub..."

Having just emerged, Ji Jue already sank again into the mud, struggling mightily but finding no foothold. To be precise, he couldn't grasp anything at all.

For him, the writhing mud ahead felt like air, yet the mud constantly consumed him, swallowing completely, much like a pitch-black slime, wrapping him and the dog or two dogs, straight into the digestion process.

Ji Jue was furious.

All strength, yet unable to exert.

Holding a knife couldn't hit a person, couldn't be more suffocating!

"... So, I say, is the blessing I gave you just for decoration?" The dispatcher's distant voice was so vague, barely noticeable.

In sudden astonishment, Ji Jue instinctively sensed the blessing within him.

[Anchor]!

In the instant the spiritual essence flowed, a faint light shone.

The chaotic pitch-black mud became so distinct in perception.

Like countless afterimages overlapping, fragmented human and beast shadows blended together, insect, snake, fish, bird pieced together, ultimately manifesting as a swamp.

Anchor points fixed, the coordinate system established...

I see.

Then, if merely referring to this coordinate, adjusting one's position slightly.

He clumsily maneuvered the anchor within him, attempting to, return to the origin!

Crack!

At that moment, in the chaotic time within the mud, Ji Jue finally found his displaced coordinates and position, as well as the other's location!

In the midst of the mud's entanglement, Ji Jue instantly landed, breaking free from the pull and gravity, hearing the constant WER of Beagle's shout, instinctively reaching out.

In a flash, his [Anchor] once again captured Beagle's presence, pulling him out of the mud, back to Ji Jue's original coordinates.

His eyes lit up.

This is the anchor!

Facing chaotic time currents, as long as there's the presence of an anchor, there's no fear of being carried away by tides, not at least when sailing through furious seas, the position can still be maintained.

No, not merely once...

As Ji Jue attempted to, expand the anchor's effect outward, instantly, he finally sensed the aura of the mud itself and the change of countless afterimages.

Within three meters around him, forcibly, the monsters birthed from this chaotic time were pulled into the present!

Then immediately...

Ji Jue raised his hand.

Zanlu.

Boom!!!

Purple Lightning Black Flame erupted, completely engulfing the endlessly moving mud, rapid spread of Black Flame adhered to countless afterimages, in a blink, burned them to ashes.

The hall at the elevator entrance, once again, returned to silence.

"More or less understood..."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes in realization, spreading his hands, sensing the anchor's effect, so distinctly.

Previously, there was hardly any perceptible feeling, yet once immersed in this chaotic time, the vague sensation immediately became clearer.

No matter how time changes outside, it is no longer easy to disturb oneself.

Under the empowerment of the Gate of Eternity, Ji Jue has found his fixed position and coordinates within time, allowing him to perceive and reference external abnormal time changes.

Although he cannot actively change time, it seems like he has gained an entry pass, possessing basic defensive capabilities.

As long as this blessing is in hand, he no longer needs to worry about being powerless, as he was when facing the insect earlier. No, it's even more than that; it can also act outward!

By utilizing the theory of Nine Types of Taia, Ji Jue instinctively starts to attempt and practice on himself.

Before long, the interference range of the anchor is already able to change freely according to Ji Jue's thoughts.

He did not focus his attention on the maximum range of the anchor. Because the greater the range of a single point, the worse the effect.

Instead, he has gained something in the precise control within the range.

Soon, within Ji Jue's perception, the anchor's interference field begins to shrink freely, from within two meters around him to tightly adhering to himself, continually shifting with his movements.

Even when he raises his hands, the anchor's range begins to extend between his ten fingers, gradually expanding into a small spherical shape like a bubble.

For a moment, it seemed about to completely separate from Ji Jue's fingertips, existing independently in the air.

Unfortunately, before long, it completely shattered.

"Seems like I'll need other blessings to assist?"

Ji Jue sighed regretfully, noticing the meaningful gaze from the picture frame beside him.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, just a sudden revelation."

The dispatcher smiled softly, praise and admiration evident in their tone: "You are truly a treasure, Ji Jue."

Such a dirty curse!

Ji Jue immediately widened his eyes, feeling PTSD.

"No cursing allowed! If I hear that word again, I'll bash your head in!"

"Really? I'm rather curious whether Non-Attack's hand can reach in."

The dispatcher casually whistled, gesturing behind Ji Jue: "If I were you, I'd check if my work is incomplete."

Just as Ji Jue was perplexed, a piercing scream suddenly erupted.

Beagle continued its frantic cries, howling towards Ji Jue's back.

Accompanying its roars, countless mud ashes inexplicably rose up, suddenly aggregating, assembling, aligning, and congealing into a form.

In a flash, aggregating at a thousandfold speed, appearing from nothingness, like a humanoid beast with exposed bones, covered in countless wounds.

"▇▇▇▇!!!"

It opens its mouth, roaring posthumously, resembling a sheep's skull, with eyes burning with a ravenous fire.

Despite the considerable distance, the moment aggregation completes, it's already close at hand, and upon capturing the moment, it thrusts three bone-like fingers at Ji Jue's heart.

Then, something seemed to fly up from nowhere.

In the sudden silence, the fire in the monster's eye sockets twitched.

As if in a daze.

The arm just extended had already detached from its body, soaring upwards, spinning into the air, and before falling, it completely vanished into smoke.

At the moment it launched its attack, Ji Jue's finger had already swept across, a trace of spiritual essence like a blade severing that arm at the base.

In this fleeting intersection, the anchor's interference scope shifted, soaring and expanding along with the flow of spiritual essence, penetrating the chaotic time, breaking through its usual barrier, acting upon its body, severing all accelerating or decelerating effects, completely detaching that incomplete arm from its body.

As he came back to his senses, that slender, pale hand had already pierced into its chest!

Grabbing the continually shrinking shadow aggregation.

With just a slight squeeze, all power and resistance dispersed.

Eyes filled with curiosity finally fell upon its face.

Survey and analysis.

"Even though it should have been completely ground to dust, there's still life remaining?"

Ji Jue scrutinized the unprecedented change in front of him with curiosity, a smile of excitement tugging at the corners of his mouth: "Rebirth? No...more like Transformation, so that's it, it's more like the 'metamorphosis' of an insect?"

Originally, that vast expanse of mud was merely akin to a 'pupal' stage for the material before him, with substantial mixed time and various elements piled together, causing it to swell into that form. Once the outer shell is shattered, the fully hatched insect crawls out.

However, too many details are missing, and the specific principles cannot be analyzed at present.

Nonetheless, it's judged that the entity before him is likely some sort of incompletely hatched premature being, as its internal structure is simply too unstable, hardly sound.

Just a little exertion.

Boom!

With only a slight spiritual shock, the aggregation of countless shadows between Ji Jue's fingers collapsed like mud, rapidly evaporating, the skeletal beast before him flickered violently, letting out one last shriek, collapsing, contracting.

It completely vanished from sight.

As if it had never existed.

The only thing left are tiny specks of dust at Ji Jue's fingertips.

Rough sand, resembling mineral crystals, reflecting a salt-like sheen, upon closer examination, the glittering transformation continuously changes, looking familiar.

Ji Jue's eyes brightened.

Time Sand?