In an instant, the nearly overflowing reserve of spiritual essence suddenly burned out. Ten Thousand Hands unfolded, breaking through the shackles of gravity, reaching toward the sky, reaching toward the earth.

Roughly, it pried apart the closed heavens and earth once more.

The frantic beating of the Decaying Heart caused the silver light to dim and Ten Thousand Hands to become rigid. As the bell rang, the infinite mercury that had been maintaining its operation began to rapidly dissolve, sprinkling onto the earth.

Gravity rampaged and erupted.

But behind the quickly shattering hands, there was a hand that, following Ji Jue's movement, reached into the core vortex. When it pulled out again, a splendid light manifested between its fingers.

That was the blessing!

[Foundation of Exclusion]!

Just like that, undisguisedly displayed in front of everyone.

"..."

For a moment, Lin Ke felt an illusion: he heard Andel's roar and shout, which even made him laugh at himself—could that stone really talk?

Then, he heard Ji Jue's voice, full of doubt:

"—Doesn't your workshop have a self-destruct mechanism?"

Ji Jue, ten fingers interlocked, operating Ten Thousand Hands, covered it above—massive spiritual essence compressed and poured into it recklessly, causing it to expand several times in just a snap of the fingers, completely overloading it.

From within, cracks began to appear.

In the end, as everyone's faces turned pale rapidly, amidst the countless overlapping fissures, a burst of brilliant light rose up.

Boom!!!

Unhesitant, he burned up most of the spiritual essence provided by Lou Feng and transformed it all. As the blessing exploded, a terrifying tide of repulsion surged out from the Ten Thousand Hands!

The sky, the earth, and everything around.

Everything within sight.

No sound was heard, no loud noise, and even all signs were obliterated in the spreading glow.

In an instant, the dark clouds over a thousand miles disappeared without a trace. On the sea surface, the black waters retreated in horror towards all directions, raising a thousand-mile tide.

The entire Luye Island swayed violently, as if it really turned into a leaf in the ocean, wailing and shaking.

The mountains flew up, the land collapsed.

In the sudden vacuum, only the invisible tide of repulsion spread, engulfing everything, disintegrating all obstacles in its path.

No time to react.

In the last moments, a bell rang in everyone's ears.

It was like an illusion.

Yet it was so clear.

Brilliance flowed over the Sacred Place, spreading, covering every workshop, connecting and enveloping, transforming into overlapping scales.

Dragon Scale emerged!

Before the tide of repulsion, the final defense was raised.

Then, the wild light swallowed everything...

In the earth-shattering upheaval, Lin Ke felt himself being lifted up, then falling down, as the ground, like a blanket, continuously trembled. He fell among the descending knots, unable to extricate himself.

Only the sound of the continuous cracking within the workshop could be heard.

Walls, floors, ceilings, and even the core Melting Furnace...

In the raging impact, everything was rapidly shaking and breaking. But soon, it all seemed like an illusion, disappearing quickly.

Has it ended?

In the dead silence, Lin Ke climbed up with a dusty face, raising his head from the dust.

Hastily maintaining the workshop and replacing external inspections, he explored again—barely able to breathe.

Under the cracked Dragon Scale shield, the entire workshop was on the verge of complete collapse.

And outside the Dragon Scale, there was a deep chasm.

A depression.

The entire Luye Island now had a big hole out of nowhere.

It was like half of a watermelon, hollowed from the middle, smashed to the ground, shattered into pieces, filled with mud. The turbulent muddy tides rampaged, surging and washing over.

The earth turned gray and black.

And silver mercury, like a torrential rain, fell from the sky.

What shocked him even more were the two large pits beside him—Wu Hua Wu Ye Workshop and Tong Xie Workshop were gone.

When Kunwu's Lock and the Earth Axis Instrument exploded under the repulsion burst, the entire workshop was backlashed by the wind, leading to internal destruction and unable to withstand external impact.

In the first second of the repulsion assault, they completely evaporated.

The Hundred-Eyed Giant Workshop fared even worse, collapsing before that.

The surviving remnants were not much better.

Under the gradually dispersing Dragon Scale, the surviving workshops were barely holding on, covered in wounds.

After barely surviving the initial storm, the fog of Illusion Village Workshop completely dissipated, losing control and exploding right in front of Lin Ke.

Withdrew from the scene.

Surviving through it would still mean death.

Under the Heaven and Earth Same Life, everything was naturally equal.

Especially Ji Jue, that bastard, fearful that the repulsion burst alone wasn't destructive enough, piled in a mass of ex-wife and stepmother fragments, as well as Mutated Pollution…

A knife dipped in shit!

Even if one survived, they wouldn't withstand the aftereffects.

Death was the end of it, staying alive would mean unbearable torture...

In the dead silence, no one spoke.

Only the lingering sounds of scared breaths remained.

Lin Ke raised his head, gazing at the dancing metallic vapor, the core of the explosion in the torrential mercury rain, but seeing nothing clearly.

Just in disbelief.

"Are they dead?"

"Yes——"

In that moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out in their internal communication channel.

Reassuring him:

"—Completely dead!"

The world halted once more.

Within the countless metal vapors, through the falling thousands of raindrops, everything suddenly paused mid-air, then, out of nowhere, they converged, forming a bizarre blade spanning several kilometers long.

Striking out!

Bypassing the fragile Dragon Scale defense, ignoring all bound knot spells, deflections, and obstructions, it slithered and weaved through like a living thing, infiltrating the Dragon Heart Workshop from its weakest point.

Then, it felt like the shredder had started—thousands of sharp branches sprouted, expanded, and violently rotated!

Crack!

Lin Ke's movements stiffened on the spot.

For a long time.

He let out a self-mocking laugh.

"Haha, learned something new."

He slumped into his chair, murmuring softly: "So there's this move, too!"

Then, he exploded into a bloody mist.

Along with his workshop.

Right in front of everyone, the silver rain, the mercury vapor, suddenly drew and converged inward, accumulating on the reconstituted foundation and framework, swirling and shrinking, forming a vortex!

Within the vortex, countless arms unfolded once again!

Despite the undying decay from the Dragon Heart Curse, there was no wavering whatsoever.

In the rolling mercury vapor, the ever-changing silhouette kept shifting, silver light flowing, the fragmented limbs being rapidly restructured, restoring its former appearance.

In just a few seconds, the outline had reappeared.

As if unharmed.

Full recovery!

"Having money is really nice, truly wonderful."

Ji Jue beamed, "Old Lou, my family's got money now!"

"It's all my bloody money!"

Lou Feng's eyes burned with anger.

Already on his last breath, yet somehow finding strength to curse vehemently.

The recent explosion and now the reconstruction had drained his workshop, critically injuring Lou Feng himself, causing him great pain.

That was the dowry he had saved up from the beginning!

But now, both the dowry and the bride were gone!

Yet the instigator was laughing in his face, playing with his spiritual essence and workshop, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Don't be so distant!"

Ji Jue patted him on the shoulder, meaningfully, "We'll be partners for life, your money is my money, right?"

Surname Ji, you damn—

Crack!

The sound of breaking echoed again, fissures appearing within the structure of Ten Thousand Hands.

Ji Jue fell silent, his brows furrowing.

Lou Feng's expression changed.

The operation of Fluid Alchemy had been obstructed?!

No, rather too many impurities had been mixed in, too much interference, and too much indiscernible debris had gotten mixed into the internal circulation through the structure of Ten Thousand Hands.

Like tiny sand particles stuck between gears and pivots, increasing wear, hindering operation, even continuously expanding their range.

Like a plague.

Countless pathogens deep within.

And they continued to aggregate…

Ji Jue reached out, pulled back, and spread his fingers, revealing a sharp piece of stone in his palm.

Like a fragment from a statue.

"I see."

Ji Jue's gaze lifted, looking at the Sacred Place riddled with cracks in the distance.

The ceiling of the sanctuary had collapsed, and through the cracks, amidst dust and rubble, the silent young man was also looking up at him.

Since the start of the examination, this was the first time Ji Jue and Andel had met face to face.

At this moment, the silent young man had neither pride nor delight, just calmness, mirroring Ji Jue's own.

A slight nod, greeting.

"Indeed, underestimated the opponent."

Ji Jue sighed softly, "That was clever."

At the moment of the explosion, not only did he use all his ability to protect most of his comrades, but he also skillfully dismantled his workshop and creations, spreading them all around.

Suppressing their power, mixing into the core of the explosion, only to reassert their essence once the structure of Ten Thousand Hands was rebuilt inside.

It was akin to shredding his limbs and soul, blending them into the opponent's innards, then reassembling.

Modifying the properties of fixed matter, splitting the spiritual and material interference, disrupting the operation of Fluid Alchemy.

Resisting any modifications or changes.

Maintaining everything.

Even if Ji Jue reconstructed everything, he still couldn't rid himself of this erosion.

Entangled endlessly by the Dragon Heart Curse, penetrated deeply by the Constant Plague of the bell tower. Now, even fully draining Lou Feng, there wouldn't be enough spiritual essence for another reconstruction.

And even if there were, it would be impossible to eradicate Andel's infiltration and interference.

It would only be futile.

"It seems my time is limited?"

Ji Jue looked around, glanced at the few remaining devastated workshops, seeing nothing, finally, his gaze fell upon Andel's Sacred Place, full of curiosity:

"What about you?"

Andel's lips moved, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, took a deep breath, his voice slightly dry and hoarse: "Still can, hold on a bit."

"Enough?" Ji Jue smiled.

"Enough."

Andel firmly nodded.

They exchanged no more words.

In that brief dead silence, in the silent stare, those two faces, so different, suddenly revealed a similar look.

Alert, cautious, or maybe anticipating.

Clearly so stern and somber, yet it seemed like they were smiling.

Without hesitation or unease, and no need for further taunts or jeers.

The outcome was within reach!

So close!

In that moment, amidst the shattered sky and earth, a thunderous roar of creation erupted.

Who knows how long they had been covertly scheming, but from the ruins of the surrounding workshops, towering obelisks shot up.

Unceremoniously utilizing the remains and foundations of 'comrades,' implementing their own creations atop, even the survivors weren't spared.

The bell tolled grandly.

The radiance of the Sacred Place spread, covering the earth, like chains, like a cage, sealing all circulation!

Returning everything to constancy.

But it was a futile endeavor.

In the midst of the sealed earth, it was already empty.

Above the shattered sky, the briefly visible sun hid again, as if being swallowed by some giant entity, vanished without a trace.

Only a dark shadow rapidly expanded on the ground!

The structure of Ten Thousand Hands, soared.

Toward the highest point of the sky.

Until it replaced the original position of the sun, ruling over all things!

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