Chapter 1859 - 955: Correspondence Course

It was like switching from petty theft to blatant robbery after being exposed, or resorting to kidnapping after a failed lure.

At this moment, the Filth Contamination acted flagrantly, without concealing its actions, not even pretending—if the door couldn't be pried open, I'd smash it directly.

A forcibly twisted melon is still edible, and with a bit of chili powder, it even tastes sweeter!

A series of piercing alarms erupted, signaling the forced intrusion of the Gate of Rift Realm.

Amidst the bombings of endless thunderstorms and fierce flames, the eerie labyrinth quaked repeatedly, looming on the verge of collapse only to quickly restore itself fully.

Reality was distorted.

The labyrinth appeared to be shaking under the barrage, when in fact, all approaching Thunderbolts were distorted off track, much like a dazzling trajectory in an animated sequence, diving into the darkness at the labyrinth's end, disappearing without a trace!

With all disguises peeled away, at last, its true nature unveiled.

"I see…"

Tong Ting realized, "It's not the orthodox like 'Keteri Labyrinth,' but rather the distorted evil canon like 'Pan'?"

[Pilgrimage Road]

Once, such mazes were constructed in front of many churches.

Pilgrims would traverse the entire maze through a winding path without forks, reaching the Sacred Place at the end. It was a ceremony symbolizing transcending worldly tribulations to finally enter the realm of Gods.

This is the core of the mystery tale labyrinth.

Originating from the Shepherd God's myth, it incorporated numerous ritualistic Evil Foolish devotions, casting into it countless innocents, making them lose and sink into corruption, turning into beasts amidst depraved coupling.

Thus, amid sacrificial debauchery, the road to Heaven diverted toward Hell.

The original Pilgrimage Road was polluted and twisted into an eternally impassable maze.

Inside, it possesses near-infinite dimensions, constantly twisting and stretching, where deeper obsession renders resistance against degeneration impossible.

Anyone attempting to pass through or over it would be gradually worn away, exhausted, and reduced to nothingness within the maze's misdirection.

This road seems endless.

Meanwhile, having already integrated into reality and rooted in New Spring, the mystery tale maintains its unique traits yet lacks any physical form.

Any force exerted upon it struggles to exert full power.

Due to its unique nature, it inherently possesses nearly ninety-nine percent immunity to physical and magic damage!

Currently, the maze stands before the external world, serving as a means of delaying time, earning the Evil Demon inside the final crucial moment…

Like mud, the oily colors continuously boil and flow, distorting reality, forcibly unlocking the Gate of Rift Realm's seal.

Alongside the continuous outlining of oil paints, two blurry figures emerged in front of the Gate of Rift Realm, resembling a conversation drawing nearer.

This re-enacted history when last the gate opened, showing the visit of Locksmith Chen Haiqiu and Ji Jue for inspection.

This was already done before, and will surely be done again; past actions will undoubtedly be repeated!

It cuts through past events, forcibly triggering future consequences with past causes.

Replaying Chen Haiqiu and Ji Jue's past visit at present guides naturally to the unfolding plot of the door opening.

Although, a small issue arose midway…

Within the past projection, Chen Haiqiu's face remains blurry, but his figure becomes clearer.

Meanwhile, 'Ji Jue,' next to him, has no fixed form, constantly changing—sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes human, sometimes dog—it never stabilizes!

Yet, within that remnant shadow was a vague pattern gradually sharpening, pricking the Filth Contamination's eyes.

Making it nearly burst into curses!

Damn it!

The old Tong family dog had affixed an emblem on him, solid for an unknown time, and tracing back yields no gaps or opportunities!

Leaving the hexagram placed [Earth Fire Mingyi]!

Its implication denotes 'brightness entering the earth', symbolizing great darkness and blindness.

All history and past concerning Chosen One Ji Jue were cloaked, sealed, hidden, transformed into encrypted data by hexagrams.

To restore it requires time-consuming brute force decryption!

Where does it have this Empire's time?

The hexagram's complexity couldn't be unraveled shortly, while the ether behind can seize the chance to continuously supplement and alter sealing methods; this lock is essentially lively, truly requiring at least a month's tug-of-war to unpick!

Upon realizing this, the Filth Contamination decisively chooses to abandon.

When the simplest doesn't work, resort to the most brutal method!

The projection of the two disintegrates instantly.

Subsequently, a bloody book is 'spat' out from the Filth Contamination's 'mouth', landing on the ground…with human skin as paper, bones as the spine, and membranes as thread, the corners crowned with blade-like book edges.

It lifted an 'arm,' viscous oil paint windingly fell, transforming into a continuous flow of blood, watering on it. Numerous books bearing different names erupted from the oil paint, silently igniting; countless lives were transformed into offerings, honoring the madman.

The blood flames on the skin book erupted, beneath its opened cover, writhing flesh crafted a skinless hideous form, crawling out slowly.

That represents the embodiment of the slaughter tool, closest to the Great Evil realm's Evil Demon [Bolao]!

Through its records of massacre as a medium, summoning its shadow here for use.

The bloodstained figure faced the Gate of Rift Realm, which was sealed at this moment, and raised his arm.

One punch!

A tempestuous tide spread out.

Under an almost terrifying numerical value, a fist imprint appeared on the unmoving as a mountain door, followed by another, and another...

With each punch, countless books were burned to ashes, each punch relying on the history and past of countless people being incinerated.

The brutal dismantling began!

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And at this critical juncture, a familiar voice asking if help was needed came to Ji Jue's ear.

Without any warning.

He froze instantly, horrified, his Heavenly Furnace PTSD triggered!

Damn, there's something dirty here!

He looked back in fear, almost jumping in fright, but did not see that loathsome face. Instead, in his eyes was a delicate orb floating mid-air.

"Brother Qiu?! When did you come?"

Ji Jue was overjoyed, "When did you come!"

[...]

After a brief silence, Ghost Work Ball spoke in a complex tone, [Although I'm not human, your expression just now really hurt me a bit. Also, did you mistake me for someone else?]

Ah, this...

Ji Jue's expression twitched, making it hard to explain this misunderstanding.

But as you say, Ghost Work's tone seems, maybe, a bit reminiscent of someone who always seems to invite trouble...

My goodness, this cannot be thought deeply!

"That's right!"

Ji Jue's smile became increasingly sincere: "I love you too!"

Without waiting for Brother Qiu to ask further, he rubbed his hands and asked, "Speaking of which, why are you here? Did the teacher instruct something?"

[Your teacher says she hasn't beaten you in a while, her hands are itchy, planning to call you back for class.]

Brother Qiu's tone was brutally honest, making Ji Jue's calf twitch instinctively. Then, the subject changed: [But considering you've already entered the basics at Moshou, beating you is too troublesome and ineffective, so let's just change methods to teach you remotely.]

"Now?"

Ji Jue was surprised, instinctively pointing at the ruins of Spring City nearby, along with the shadows vaguely visible within the labyrinth: "Taking classes here?"

[According to her words, since there are ready-made teaching aids, there's no need to waste them.]

Ghost Work slowly said: [If you don't have time, canceling is fine. Although this class involves Jing Zhen's ultimate, if you don't want to learn, there's nothing I can…]

"Learn!"

Ji Jue didn't hesitate, fiercely grabbing Ghost Work, his eyes lit up, turning into a true repeating machine: "Learn learn learn learn learn!!!"

The speed of learning twenty-seven times per second isn't Ji Jue's limit, it's the mouth's. Afraid that speaking too fast would make the teacher unable to hear clearly and not feel his sincere desire to learn!

The ultimate of Jing Zhen, glimpsed briefly in the Spiritual Quality Workshop class, completely unappreciable at that time, his incomplete high realm didn't even need to fully reveal itself!

With it right under his nose, why wouldn't he learn?

Even if struck by lightning, he must learn!

Hesitating for even a moment would be considered dementia, okay!

[Alright, then be careful.]

Brother Qiu seemed to chuckle, kindly reminding: [Don't be burned to death.]

"What?"

In an instance of distraction, Ji Jue found himself atop the newly built bell tower at New Spring's highest point, with the rumbling ruins of Spring City afar, and that shadow within the labyrinth still visible!

Then immediately...

After the thought of what Ghost Work might laugh about next, Ji Jue's vision went dark, unable to restrain, he screamed.

No, not even the chance to scream!

Eyes rolling back, rays burst from his mouth and nose, amidst convulsions, he involuntarily groaned.

About to die!

In his hand, the portable workshop Ghost Work's sheath, intricate nine layers revealed, expanded, fully unfolded.

Endlessly intricate spiritual brilliance suddenly spread, a solemn circuitry unseen by common people filled most of the sky, silencing all noise, intimidating every soul.

Stripping away all external matter, turning the void into a container. Using pure spiritual essence as a carrier, modern alchemy techniques displayed the essence of all creation, manifesting the quintessence of ember!

At this moment, the entire sky and earth of New Spring had become part of the Matrix Holy Relics with Ghost Work's expansion!

Discarding material limitations, unbound by reality's shackles, revealing creation's structure in a simple, direct way.

That terrifying edge causing all embers present to sweat profusely and tremble, was precisely Ye Xian's nearly peerless Spiritual Essence Refining!