N-M Chapter 1596 820: Bei Gong of the Mortal World
Chapter 1596 820: Bei Gong of the Mortal World
Once again, the sword is drawn, moving forward once more.
Once again begins the Destruction, eradication, slaughter, uprooting all Mutated from the earth...
Ji Jue made his choice, without hesitation!
Kill!
Then, kill again!
Kill and continue killing!
Until all before his eyes, unrecognizable, is thoroughly incinerated, even if in the end, everything returns to the original point, as long as he exists for even a day, this world shall not indulge in its disgraceful state!
The flame is ignited once again.
The Doomsday scene undergoes change and Rebirth once again, the old is thoroughly incinerated, and all that is recreated once again falls into the mire, only to meet the flames once more.
Time seems to be constantly accelerating, the tragedy replays repeatedly, the Doomsday arrives in an unending stream.
Once! Once! Again!
The endless cycle begins, with no visible end.
After dozens, even hundreds of cycles, the fire transformed by the craftsmen appears to become vaguely dim, as if beginning to waver...
How long must one kill until it ends?
To what extent must one change to reach a conclusion?
How long must one persist to see results?
When the world inevitably falls into the swamp, all they can do is reach out their hands repeatedly, futilely trying to delay the Doomsday.
Yet, upon reviewing all before their eyes, they cannot find the reason for the descent, nor obtain the final answer.
Only continually overlapping, gradually growing numb.
Until another cycle starts anew, amidst rolling yellow sands, the craftsmen lift their heads again, gazing at the dim, turbid sky.
Above the vault of the sky, at the end of infinite darkness, a pair of eyes seems to faintly emerge. In each cycle, they become clearer, disdainfully overlooking every overconfident resister.
Steering destiny, inducing evil results, bringing down extinction.
Under the Witness of those eyes, all changes are directed toward the worst outcomes, countless distortions piling together, endlessly forging Doomsday!
No matter how the craftsmen resist and correct, this is the descent destined by fate.
All things self-destruct, creation becomes Bei Gong!
"Finally..."
Ji Jue murmurs suddenly, with a soft laugh.
Upon realizing this, an indescribable excitement and determination arise in the hearts of the craftsmen, as if they have finally found the direction to advance.
Rejuvenation!
If descent is the predetermined result, then they will oppose it!
Even if all strategies are exhausted, with inevitable oversights, ultimately, there will be a day they find the final loophole within the endless cycle, completely overthrowing this destined result!
So, Ji Jue draws the sword once again.
Once more he throws himself into the cycle.
Time accelerates again, the cycle restarts once more, once more, again and again... seemingly endless. The Flame Light extinguishes repeatedly, and ignites once more.
If Destruction is never-ending, then Rebirth is also unending.
Only outside of the Doomsday Theory, amidst a dead silence, the brows of the Heavenly Furnace grow increasingly tight, his expression gradually grave.
In a matter of minutes, the cycle within the Doomsday projection has already repeated countless times, with anomalies and changes increasing rapidly.
Within the endless cycle, numerous unprecedented losses of control and anomalies begin to appear, even the cycle itself starts to deform and fragment, like a wrongly rendered sandbox, the world upside down, plants growing in the ocean, and sharks flying into the sky...
The world is on the brink of collapse, the Doomsday wavers unsteadily.
But even with the collapse reaching this extent, the growth of the Doomsday Theory continues, even without the slightest hesitation, accelerating ever more quickly.
In the inevitable Evolution, after the power is gradually seized from it by the craftsmen, it unexpectedly reverses to augment them?!
In that moment, the Heavenly Furnace closes his eyes, as if foreseeing the upcoming changes.
Unable to help it, a silent sigh escapes.
Wrong.
When the craftsmen detect the anomaly, it is already too late for everything.
Their refinement and creations, under the augmentation of the Doomsday, have already begun to grow by leaps and bounds, displaying many unforeseen changes and powers.
Even more, it's not just creations, but even they themselves gradually become stronger in the repeated cycles!
When they want to stop, it's already too late.
They can't help themselves!
Under the impetus and control of the Evolution, they rush headlong in the chosen direction like roles gradually taken over!
This is not the interference of Elder Anvil, but a part of the Doomsday Theory!
Evolution and theory have never been separate from each other.
If this is a forging, then they are the materials thrown into the Melting Furnace.
When they verify their own attributes through repeated cycles, giving all choices, even they themselves become part of the refining.
No way to conceal or disguise, no room for argument or ambiguity.
Only facts.
It will definitely happen, it will definitely become like this!
At this moment, when the materials within the Melting Furnace recklessly attempt to overturn the established transmutation, and the program running within the system actually turns around to challenge the iron rules that forged it, the final outcome is already destined.
Again and again, futile struggles, consuming themselves.
Until the sound of cracking resounds.
Boom!!!
In the siege of countless materialized corpses, the aging craftsman twitched for a moment, stiffened, lowered his head, and saw the crack in his chest.
Beneath the crack, green flames surged, like an eye slowly opening.
In the final moment, she only had time to release her hand, tossing the dachshund in her arms into the distance.
"Go, baby, find someone else, don't come back."
The dachshund whimpered, looked back, and saw the last resigned expression of its owner.
Despina smiled wearily, youth faded, white hair extended.
Then, her flesh and blood shattered, bones grew out like giant trees, rolling red surged like a tide... instantly engulfing the entire city, countless flesh and nerves stretched toward the earth and sky like palms, transforming into massive pillars of flesh!
Countless pupils opened and closed on the giant pillars, no longer human light, only hollow descent remained.
Mutated transformation!
In the Doomsday's Bei Gong, the first craftsman worn out, met annihilation.
Then, the second, the third...
Raging flames gradually dimmed and extinguished, right in front of everyone, stinging the Heavenly Furnace's eyes.
"Human power is limited, there is always a limit."
Elder Anvil lamented, reaching out, stirring the strands of mourning flames from afar, sighing with pity: "Do you see, Master of the Heavenly Furnace, this is our mortal original sin and sorrow.
For a powerful person like you, it is absolutely impossible to empathize, let alone comprehend and understand... the pain unto death!
This is what we call [Bei Gong]!"
The proof of Bei Gong lies not in the [fruit], but in the [pursuit]!
Pursue and fight, seek existence only to collapse, seek success only to encounter destruction, seek to have only to find emptiness.
Hatred meets resentment, love separated, pursuit never achieved...
Pursue in vain!
The sorrow of the earthly Bei Gong lies in humanity itself!
This is the pain and torment never comprehensible to the astonishingly talented, gifted Grandmasters.
The sorrow destined to descend into oblivion, the powerlessness of being mortal, the helplessness of pursuing the inevitably lost, the fatigue of searching a lifetime only to find oneself circling, the frustration of striving with all one's might but unable to reach the summit, the despair of giving everything with nothing to achieve!
The sorrow of the earthly Bei Gong is in you and me.
In every one of us...
In this moment, before their eyes!
From the beginning, Elder Anvil did not care about the interference and destruction of the craftsmen, even cheering and applauding it, eager to welcome it with open arms.
When they entered the Doomsday Theory, everything was already destined to embrace Bei Gong, even using themselves as consumables to elevate its completion to another level!
How many craftsmen never thought of immersing themselves in the creation of the Ember, assuming they could recreate all phenomena, naturally seeking to change everything, yet never considered that it was not only the world being changed, but themselves as well!
This is the deeply rooted original sin of the Ember!
Arrogance is inevitable, and descent is also inevitable.
Presumptuously entangled with chaos, yet unaware of becoming the source of chaos, battling monsters for too long, naturally transforming into a monster!
The change of Zhi Fu does not manifest in form, but originates in the heart!
When this obsession can no longer advance, it leads only to a dead end. When the mundane can give no more to soar, descent and fall are already destined.
At this moment, amid the roar, the Holy Fool's Artifact suddenly trembled violently, making the doomsday swell once again, step by step reaching the pinnacle, starting the final completion!
"——Today, with your good materials' change, prove the infinite earthly Bei Gong!"
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When the rationale of Bei Gong is no longer concealed, truly revealed from the doomsday, the acceleration of time starts increasingly faster, endless cycles and collapses unfold thus.
Despite the craftsmen's futile resistance, it mercilessly and contemptuously leads everything towards despair.
Like tugging against the entire world unawares, countless victories followed by one oversight, losing everything.
The more altered, the more destroyed; the more sought, the more lost.
The harder one struggles, the deeper one is trapped in the mire.
Until oneself is completely, unrecognizably changed!
No need for doomsday to verify the theory of Bei Gong, they themselves are the genuine evidence of doomsday!
But at this moment, in the entire doomsday, among all the craftsmen, who is truly the one who altered the most, sought the most, and struggled the most?
When Jiang Tongguang absentmindedly raised his head, he saw at the end of the doomsday, a black Flame Light reaching to the heavens and earth slowly rising.
Swallowing the earth, igniting the sky, recreating everything!
High above the heavens, the eye of Bei Gong appeared once more, overlooking, full of commendation.
Endless Mutation and essence continuously pour down, spurring the Mutant, driving the materialization, injecting the power from the doomsday into the perfect vessel, pushing him further, towards higher levels, towards more complete destruction, irreversibly advancing!
Ji Jue!