The Prophet's body shattered in an instant, dissolving.

Almost completely evaporated.

Yet from that soul-rending agony, a smile surfaced on her weary face.

"All things must come to an end," she whispered softly, holding the sunlight-like radiance in her hands, "or else new things cannot be born..."

"I'm bothering you, this unrealistic dream has lasted too long."

"Now, the dream has woken."

She said, "Everything should also come to an end."

As the scorching radiance dissipated, having devoured endless spiritual essence, the outline of an edge finally reemerged, yet transformed into a crown woven of thorns.

Thus, it was placed upon Ji Jue's head.

As if coronation.

Infinite majesty appeared here, covering the sky and earth, illuminating all changes, blocking all prying eyes.

"I'll be damned..."

In a corner beneath the central nexus, White Owl, peering into the distance, struck as if by lightning, even subconsciously removed the false face, frantically rubbing her eyes, struggling to confirm: "Is that... the edge of transformation?!"

The Superior Device, silent for so many years, had actually been awakened?!

Are you fucking kidding me?!

"Hey! Old De? Old De! Speak to me!"

She urged in a daze, but in her hands, the map only revealed cracks, unable to maintain its form under the overwhelming and tyrannical pressure.

No more responses.

The moment the Superior Device, which had once cut through the Heavenly Origin Tower, emerged from the Crack Realm, all beings spawned from embers ceased their lamentations, stripped of autonomy.

Even all the blessings of the Superior fell into silence, no longer casting their shine.

For the sole torchlight of this world, burned long above the firmament.

Enveloping everything.

Together with Ji Jue's consciousness and thoughts, were brought to a total halt, unable to continue. A vast will, through the crown, took over his body, bestow him with endless power, and then violently turned into a torrent, pushing him forward.

Without autonomy.

When he raised his head, he saw the emblem of the Superior etched against the eternally dim sky.

Stars burned within the flame, the Heavenly Furnace poured forth, myriad transformations and essences converged, streaming towards the mortal world, turning into an eternal thread of flame light...

[This world will change, all that is old shall turn to dust]

Like a proclamation of heavenly motion emerging from the soul, resonating, guiding him to receive that thread of flame light descending upon the world, causing the infinite essence to plunge into his soul, exploding violently, shattering the last of his thoughts.

A torrent of illusions rushed over him, countless changes emerged from the soul.

No retreat, no allowance for evasion.

Thus, the infinite transformations of the world's creation were brutally imprinted into Ji Jue's eyes and perceptions, nearly forcing him to feel the true essence of the Superior.

All that is reborn will eventually become old; only change is ceaseless.

Hence, the fire is not in the furnace, but only embers remain.

—This is the Divine Essence of the Embers!

Thus, in that instant, the flame known as Ji Jue was ignited from the Melting Furnace of Transformation—so small, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet under the push of the edge of transformation, it swelled into a blazing sun that enveloped everything.

So dazzling that it was unbearable to look directly!

All the fresh creations of the past, all souls that had sacrificed themselves to the fire, now re-emerged at this moment, turning into kindling, gathered in an endless burn, standing by Ji Jue's side, piercing through everything.

"Sage Mercury, today I judge your creation as chaos-breed, an archaic construct."

Those high-pitched or low, clear or hoarse voices overlapped, rising from Ji Jue's mouth, taking up the True Essence of the Superior, delivering judgement to the mortal world:

"From this day forth, I judge you as a Mutant!"

An earth-shattering crackling sound manifested between heaven and earth.

For in Ji Jue's hands, a thread of dazzling light appeared, rose, and from the very center, split heaven and earth, just like a plumb line at the heart of all things, reflecting and measuring everything.

In the midst of endless chains, the blood rain ceased, the lamentation cut short.

It was like an invisible tempest roaring in, engulfing everything, stripping away all non-human constructs and Mutant creations, severing countless palms.

At the same time, it lifted the veil that had shrouded everything.

After revealing the remnants of the Saint, that strange and distant shadow... as if separated by eternity...

Twisted the world and reality, turning into a massive Vortex, warping true essence and righteousness, revealing the structure that gathered all the Mutants of this world.

In that immense dark Vortex, seemingly engulfing everything, capable of devouring all Superiors, faint outlines vaguely emerged, as if in oversight.

Gazing at its prey, and even, at the being that dared to obstruct it.

Merely by gazing, Ji Jue felt as if his soul was about to disintegrate, but before that could happen, the fierce light of Transformation had already burnt away all Erosion, blocking everything.

Enabling Ji Jue to finally glimpse its shape and visage.

Like a giant furnace, eternally burning with flames of agony, pouring forth endless bizarre structures, ceaselessly creating fresh Mutants...

In the endless crimson flames, the Furnace appeared like a ferocious eye, indifferently overlooking everything.

Throughout the long passage of time, It disdainfully witnessed all despair and pain, awaiting the continuation of cycles and tragedies, longing for the ultimate outcome.

Waiting for a Saint burdened with infinite curses to fall into its flames and furnace, recasting regeneration as a Mutant being!

In the darkness untouchable by the Twelve Superior, the Vortex existed perpetually from the darkness of this world. Corresponding to the creation of Embers, this was the shadow to which all chaos-breed of the world pointed.

—Nine Evils·Corrosive Furnace Heart!

The radiant glow of the edge of transformation rose from Ji Jue's hand, covering everything as connections subsequent to the cycle manifested from behind the veil.

Those countless threads that extended forth had long been entangled with the Saint's obsession and soul, yet in this lengthy period, they were barricaded, fettered, and tangled by the workshop, disallowing the Saint to plunge into that abyssal Vortex.

Now, the time for the end had come.

The ceaseless cycle hastened towards collapse, and the long dream shattered with the dawn of dazzling light.

The world became so ethereal.

Compared to the brilliance of global resonance, like a bubble, trembling in the rise of fierce light, fracturing, silently and solemnly welcoming dissolution and extinction.

The day of Revolution was upon us.

All that was old should be annihilated like dust!

When the song and lament came to an abrupt halt, the ancient melody reached its end, and Hell turned to nothingness amidst the burning of suffering... a pure and crystal-clear light rose from Ji Jue's hand.

Sever!

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