When the transformed Saint descended, everything was shrouded in control, and the unforeseen change struck abruptly.

Ji Jue felt his reason and perception had deceived him, and he could hardly believe it—the workshop painstakingly created by the Saint itself had launched an attack on Mercury?!

He froze in place, disbelievingly turned back, and looked towards the Prophet.

But the Prophet no longer spoke.

From the silence, cracks surfaced on the incomplete skull, and behind the shattered visage, a more dazzling brilliance than anything Ji Jue had ever seen emerged.

At that moment, he felt again, an unprecedented, immense rhythm.

It enveloped the sky, covered the land, filled the entire Crack Realm, spreading everywhere, forcibly halting all Spiritual Circuit operations, and in reverse, obstructing the workings of Creation Theory.

At this moment, the creator of the workshop was suppressed by the workshop itself.

Even...

Imprisoned in a cage!

No, it should be said, from beginning to end, Mercury had been shackled and imprisoned by the workshop, right?

Even the changes that greeted the outsiders after they entered the nucleus were not for resisting the invasion but for sealing off the many Embers left by Mercury...

Yet paradoxically, it preserved her Soul, not allowing her to plunge into the abyss where only nothingness lay.

Between the old tragedy of having nothing and the new tragedy of endless struggle, it chose a fresh tragedy that was neither of the two, and between bitter fruits, a new one was planted.

"Everyone is truly pitiable."

The Prophet murmured softly, staring at the massive figure imprisoned in the heavens—bereft of all through infinite reincarnation and torment, even her proud persistence and determination gradually flaking away. For four hundred years, she wandered alone amidst pain and despair, falling to such a state.

Even her self had completely dissipated in the continuous erosion.

What remained was only obsession.

And countlessly born creatures that could neither control their birth nor end their own deaths.

For so many years, everyone had been cycling in this Hell, struggling endlessly as if to last forever, but there was no forever in this world.

What seemed eternal would eventually decay, and what seemed infinite would surely dry up.

"It's time to end."

She sighed wearily, "Whether it's you or us."

In that instant, the last bell sounded from the ruins. It declared the end to the Crack Realm, to the workshop, to the land, to the sky, to all creations, to Mercury.

It was like an elegy.

On the broken bell tower, the ancient cracked bell strained to vibrate, issuing a hoarse cry over and over, calling to all. By the promises made in countless cycles, it proclaimed the final conclusion's arrival.

And so, all things awoke from their torment.

First to boil was the ocean...

From the depths below, endless spiritual essence surged, the profound sea roiled with countless mountains of silent Dust, once again rising, stirring up wild turbulence.

Gone were the clarity and splendor, replaced by four hundred years of accumulated madness and crimson.

They surged, rising from the boil, countless colors spun from the most pure spiritual essence until at last, only crimson remained, accumulated through cycles of Destruction and rebirth!

Raging, flowing, it spread over the earth, submerging everything in the sea of pain and despair.

From the blood-like sea, innumerable shattered Souls opened their eyes.

"Ah, finally..."

"Thank you for your efforts."

"Prophet... Prophet..."

"Where is it, where in the end..."

In that instant, from the intense stupor and daze, Ji Jue once again heard those hoarse voices, overlapping, disordered and frenzied as if all reason and logic had been lost, yet so persistent.

It was tinged with despair, but also... such joy, delight, as if after an endless wait and suffering, they finally welcomed the outcome.

"Snap out of it, kid!!!"

Ghost Work Ball's blue light wildly spilled onto him, maintaining his sanity and consciousness as it shouted, "You're now too deeply bound to Mercury's workshop, break off, break off now, do you hear me?! Otherwise, you'll be dissolved in it too!"

At this moment, Ji Jue was still resonating with the workshop, like a part of its construction, feeling the wails from the infinite crimson sea.

But before his reason and Soul could completely melt away, everything came to an abrupt stop. The operation from within the workshop isolated all Erosion and impact.

In turn, it enveloped him.

Only blood slowly dripped down Ji Jue's face, he breathed heavily, lifted his head, and saw the converged steel light spreading from the void, interweaving, forming a crude steel figure, then a body.

And then, he was in a solemn white robe.

Like the Saint of old, reborn, that posture and appearance brought silence even to the Ghost Work Ball.

"Don't worry, you won't be harmed."

The Prophet turned around, his aged face still full of cracks as usual, "It's just some residual bitterness that does not belong to you, no need to be sad about it."

In that moment, from the Sea of Spirit, a piercing shriek was heard.

The worm-like giant body emerged once more from the submerged city, the monster that had eagerly followed them as soon as Ji Jue entered the Crack Realm, bathing in the bloody seawater, writhing, countless pieces of steel and tissue fell from its bulging body, turning to Dust.

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