Chapter 1860 - 956: What a Sin!

Even more than that.

Under the concealment and preservation of Ghost Craft, two gigantic entities gradually emerged, continuously expanding, expanding, and expanding, overtaking Ji Jue's soul. Just the connection alone brought an immeasurable pressure, causing Ji Jue's entire body to burst forth with clusters of overloaded sparks!

Consciousness was scattering, thoughts were disintegrating, the soul was wailing!

It was like using a motherboard's built-in integrated graphics and a chip scavenged from a garbage heap to recklessly drive Sirius's large model, simultaneously running a large integrated development environment while also maintaining two virtual machines!

This was no longer the manageable challenge of a small horse pulling a big cart but rather a small horse pulling two trains, and not just trains, but two opposing magnetic levitation high-speed trains operating at full power!

The real concern was no longer whether or not it could be driven, but whether he himself would be run over by the two large vehicles into nothingness!

Within the concealment of the Nine-layered Ghostwork Sheath, twenty-four blessings, two entangled matrices were awakened!

The ten fingers, cracked and split!

Flames climbed up along the hands.

Pouring forth every ounce of his strength, he almost couldn't hold tight to those two weapons that burned the soul.

It was like taking the hub of the world's operations into one's own hands without overestimating oneself, with the power to rotate all phenomena and invert heaven and earth contained within. The overwhelming rumble emanating from it nearly consumed him completely, grinding him into dust!

What is referred to as "Gan Jiang," what is called "Mo Ye"!

Just awakening them and integrating them into his soul had already surpassed Ji Jue's load limit, and this was even with Ghost Craft aiding him with all its might!

But the real difficulty did not stop there!

It was the terrifying qualitative change to follow.

Blood Flames spurted from his hands, a spiritual change brought about after honing Pan Ying! Then, dazzling electricity burst from the palm, carrying the thunderstorms and flames entrusted by Zanlu's accomplishments!

The soul seemed to break free from gravity, answering the heavens and the earth, connecting them—it was Giant Que...

Pan Ying, Zanlu, Giant Que, Chixiao, Fish Intestines, Chun Jun, Cheng Ying, Taia, Gongbu!

Among the numerous changes of spiritual essence, the Nine Forms Transformation was complete!

And Ji Jue was completely numb.

Explosion! Rupture! Dissolution! Crushing! Alienation!

Every minute and every second, every moment and instant, the Circle Realm Non-Attack perceived infinite possibilities like a tsunami crashing towards him.

Appearing instantly before Ji Jue were countless visions of his own tragic demise, each transformation of spiritual essence like a brutal selection from hundreds, and each horrifying death method directly affected his perception.

There was not even strength left to scream.

In the midst of turbulent waves, the only thing he could do was grasp at that faint success rate, like clutching a red-hot wire, tight, not letting go!

Until the spiritual flow between Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, the Nine Forms' qualitative transformation's honing was complete.

"The essence of Yang manifests in landscape, the breath of Yin is expressed in shock, thus it is named Jing Zhen, embodying the essence and the subtlety."

Came Ye Xian's cold words resonating in his perception, enunciating every word with precision, imprinting the essence and secrets through such cruel tempering into his soul and instincts: "Thus does the true essence align, and phenomena connect, wielding the mechanism, divine power responds. By the doctrine of divine imagery, observed in truth, to exterminate evil and destroy the wicked, unheard of in wondrous art…"

With the propulsion of Ghost Craft, using Ji Jue's body as the medium, the nine types of qualitative transformation's spiritual essence operated spontaneously, reverberating between Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, and an unprecedented change gradually emerged from their resonance.

"Managing lightning and manipulating astral bodies; destroying the vicious, benefitting Henry's virtue; Heaven lowers its essence, Earth responds with spirit; sun and moon figures, mountain and river form."

The vast, fierce spiritual fluctuation was now gathered and contained. Accompanied by Ji Jue's hands closing together, the two Heavenly Person's Matrices intertwined, Gan Jiang and Mo Ye completely overlapped.

The final transformation completed in the palms of his hands.

This was the tenth form, truly independent of the Nine Forms, the sword of "Jing Zhen"!

The terrible pressure and torment were gone, as if transcending the constraints of the mortal world, the soul soared between heaven and earth, so freely.

In the seamless propulsion, Ji Jue's closed hands slowly pushed forward!

Towards the distant labyrinth, towards the constantly writhing shadow of filth contamination!

Silent, soundless, formless.

All was silent in heaven and earth.

In the park, the sword-bearer turned back in shock, unable to control a shiver, the persistent ringing of Li Hen at his waist abruptly halted, as if holding its breath!

All the Chosen Ones were turned to stone, hair standing on end, with White Deer and Ascension, whose senses were slightly more acute, almost unable to control themselves as they screamed out loud.

It was like the death god walking step by step in a nightmare, merely breathing brought him infinitely closer and nearer to annihilation, even just a wisp of the aftermath was enough to trigger an overwhelming tide of fear and despair in perception.

The overhead Heavenly Eye already shut completely in this moment, but in Central City, Chou Sheng screamed. Even though he severed the connection with the other end upon sensing it, it was already too late.

It was as if a cold blade pierced through his skull, continuously stirring, causing blood tears to flow ceaselessly.

Damn it!

Why did I greedily look for one more second!

When clearly, it no longer concerned me, why the hell did I watch at all!

Instead, Tong Ting gained a tremendous advantage, benefited from the Heavenly Listening lineage's habit of absolutely not observing proactively under non-essential circumstances and merely listening passively. Now, his ears only buzzed, stinging intermittently.

In his hand, the page attempting to record the whole event silently turned to ashes… Just attempting to bear this event, the story turned into a sharp blade that first shredded the page to bits!

Transmitting heart to heart, words difficult to establish.

This was a black box ranked at the peak among countless event information, simply the existence of skill possessed uniqueness, unless revealed by the Controller's initiative, otherwise others would find it utterly impossible to speculate and explore the essence of Superior, the Heavenly People's orthodoxy!

Truly, a secret art!

So, what was the outcome?

Tong Ting smiled silently, carelessly tossing the page he held into the trash, finally picking up the watermelon that was about to no longer be cold, taking big bites of it.

After all, there was no suspense in the result…

When the ash from the page fell from the trash can, the dust from afar had long risen from the skies of Spring City!

At the moment when the terrifying sharpness created by Jing Zhen erupted from New Spring, amidst the labyrinth's enclosure, the Polluted Demon seemed to sense something as well. But faced with the doorway about to open, it stubbornly held on without turning its gaze.

Even if it was only for an instant, even if it could only hold on for the time of a finger snap!

Just a little bit more!

Just a bit away from success...

The writhing ooze-like paint stopped in its tracks, opening its eyes in confusion, looking forward... Right in front of it, amidst the surging fog and the maze lingering within, a huge gap suddenly appeared.

Through the gap, it could see the distant collapsing and fractured ruins, the undulating waves, and even the azure sky.

And when it 'turned' to look behind itself, it found that a large hole had also appeared in the fog and maze behind it.

It could see the incomplete buildings, the bustling New Spring, and the towering bell tower that stood like a high tower.

And even that skinny figure, those two contemptuous, overlooking dark pupils.

Why?

Where is he looking?

In a moment of daze, it finally 'lowered its head', looking at itself... Right between the two gaps in the labyrinth, the giant hole that pierced through its own body!

Before it was even aware, the act of Destruction was imposed on its body, utterly erasing most of its form, straightforwardly ignoring the countless transformations of the Polluted Demon!

Too fast, and too matter-of-fact!

So much so that when it finally sensed pain and fear, everything was already too late!

Only the contemptuous cold laughter echoed from afar, reverberating in everyone's ears, resounding between heaven and earth.

"A chicken and a dog, unable to withstand a single blow!"

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A string of sharp, muddled sounds soared into the sky

The viscous and writhing Polluted Demon suddenly expanded, as if boiling, spreading its body, releasing in pain and incompleteness those messages and words that no one could comprehend.

The continuously expanding body rapidly magnified, magnified, and magnified again, twisting and turning with each move, crimson eyes glaring angrily towards New Spring.

But just then, before a streak of bright light appeared at the horizon... The Evil Demon seemed to have already anticipated the impending crisis, suddenly evaporating the mist, the labyrinth filled with cracks, explosively exploded!

Even abandoned his painstakingly crafted magnum opus "Pan" without a care, agitating it in the most crude manner.

In the space of a finger snap, the shattered labyrinth self-replicated hundreds to thousands of times in an overdrafted manner, chaotically overlapping, endlessly piling, until surpassing its limits, colliding with the descending [Lie Que]!

Utterly exploded!

The labyrinth unraveled, pitch-black viscous rain fell from the sky, scattering onto the land.

The air was filled with a foul stench similar to cheap ink, skeletons howled as they fell from the labyrinth, swiftly disappearing like smoke along with the ink.

Barely, barely held off the descending [Lie Que]!

And immediately following, that Polluted Demon which had just been clawing with rage and 'furious', now just like a phantom, vanished from everyone's sight.

Leave as soon as you decide.

As if some kind of decision had been made.

The dignified Evil Demon of the Heavenly Person Rank, the monstrous fiend created by Great Evil Polluted, left behind a shadow of itself, and just like that, fled without any semblance of a powerful appearance!

So much so that Lou Suwen, who had just rolled up his sleeves ready for a vigorous old-time brawl, was left stunned on the spot, eyes wide open, looking down at all of this, scratching his head and ears.

Even searching through the squid ink-like contamination, he couldn't find the direction the opponent fled, nor could he make out how the opponent disappeared.

So much so that, couldn't even catch up!

Not possible? Could it be that even an old cripple who's gasping for breath, with little time left, is scared of it?!

Just try it first!

I've set up the scarecrow, why don't you dare to come and face me!

"What a travesty!"

Watching helplessly as the hard-earned merit refreshed at the doorstep, the delivered head, just ran away like that.

In fury, Lou Suwen's face suddenly paled, coughing incessantly, heart-wrenchingly, uncontrollably vomiting a mouthful of old blood. His shape flickered, his aura fluctuating continuously, nearly impossible to stabilize.

Right at this critical moment, the Yin Flow's harm erupted once more!

"...Senior Lou, stop fishing."

A helpless sigh sounded by his ear: "Heaven Thunder No Desire can stop it from causing trouble, but can't prevent it from escaping... Plus, with Polluted's dying struggle ability, if it really fights here, is New Spring still wanted?"

Oh, then it's fine.

Lou Suwen raised a hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth like someone unaffected, and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he waved goodbye to the craftsman standing with crossed hands at the highest point of New Spring, showing approval and praise.

Young man, good work, keep it up!

Thus, under the witness of everyone, Ji Jue nodded, a half-smile on his lips.

Like a humble smile.

He completely didn't care about how absurd the battle results he created were, nor did he put it in his mind at all.

He just leisurely walked back to his workshop, hands behind his back, as if strolling.

Once the door closed, his hollow eyes were thoroughly unfocused.

According to the [Waste Creator.Skills] made by Isis, automatically activating the pretense program in the case that the main body loses consciousness completely, consumed 0.01 standard spiritual units, the operation ended.

Saliva, uncontrollably, trickled out from the corner of his mouth...