Bathed in fierce flames, suffering torment.
Until the seemingly nonexistent clanging sound once again rose from the withered blood-red scene, echoing through the silence, reverberating throughout the entire workshop. As the lingering sound passed, it seemed as if even the air was sliced by an invisible sharp blade, crackling continuously.
In the moment when the final embers extinguished in the darkness, an invisible spiritual hand reached in, grasped it, and severed the last sword sound.
A stream of light transformed and shuttled through the air.
A crystal-clear broken blade manifested before his eyes!
Pan Ying transformed again!
After the massacre and sacrifice on the barren plains, the triple quenching was completed in one go, officially embarking on the beginning of Shifting Form and Marrow.
After preying on numerous lives and sacrifices, the once broken blade's coagulated blood-red hues surprisingly restrained significantly, transforming into a semi-transparent sword body resembling crystal, while within the enchanting crimson crystal, strands of pitch black spread along the sword's spine like veins.
The length had reached fourteen inches, and once held in hand, it no longer appeared as awkward as before.
Moreover, the tactile sensation became much more accommodating.
As if an extension of the arm.
Held in the hand, even with no experience, numerous sword techniques and maneuvers seemed to appear from nowhere in the mind, and when wielded, they flowed seamlessly.
Even more terrifying was a certain accompanying instinct.
No, it seemed more like an inevitable realization.
Enlightenment!
Living in this world, survival inherently depends on killing something, slaughtering cattle for meat, skinning sheep, reaping grains for sustenance, and even, killing to succeed!
It was like instantly being freed from the shackles and chains of morality and concern, enabling one to naturally eliminate opponents, break obstacles, and destroy enemies.
To kill those who block the path, what's wrong with that?!
The logic of the world should be this!
No need for the thirst and greed to urge, no need for the madness of homicidal intent to erode, when this realization surfaced within the chest, even a staunch adherent of morality would one day become a demon slaughtering their kind, belittling life.
"Truth be told, indeed."
Ji Jue caressed the sword blade, lamenting: "In this world, expecting compassion among fellow beings is far too extravagant, harming each other has rather become a norm.
Even if moral articles were written to the fullest, they still end in swords and blades, which is truly pathetic.
It's just..."
He paused, smiling as he asked, "Are you teaching me what to do?"
In an instant, the blood-red and pitch-black colors on the sword body vanished, all anomalies disappeared without a trace.
In the deathly stillness, only a single wisp of seemingly trembling lament remained.
Humble plea.
Ji Jue flicked his hand, unwilling to look further, as the sword blade rose into the air but did not fall before being tightly grasped by a grim iron claw, layers of sealing began, with Dragon Blood spreading, seal intertwining, pulling it into the scabbard.
Immediately after, the body of the small ox-like creature transformed, contracting and expanding, accompanied by the sound of steel friction, once more becoming a giant vehicle, still resembling an off-road vehicle. Yet after days of modification and reforging, it appeared more eerie and grim.
Soon, even the last hint of leaked aura was completely subdued by Dragon Blood, its appearance returning to normal.
As if it was just an unusually modified off-road vehicle.
Only this time, the car was twisting its body excitedly, flashing its headlights at Ji Jue, panting through the massive exhaust grille.
It couldn't wait any longer.
"Sir, Tong Shan sent a message; the Flying Airship has landed, awaiting your arrival at any time."
Isis reported: "Yesterday, Miss Ye Chun sent a message, saying your paper seems to have been giving her a headache and asked you to be careful when walking at night in the future."
Miss Tong Hua reminded you to remember to bring local specialties.
Miss Wen Wen sent a bottle of twenty-year-old flammable beverage, reminding you to drink it if you're sleepy on the road.
After you leave, the workshop's relocation work will also begin. According to the progress, periodic reports will be sent to your phone, please pay attention to check them."
"So cold, Isis."
Ji Jue raised his hand and took the luggage case handed over by the mechanical arm, turned around, and looked at the spirit of the workshop formed by countless interwoven starlights: "Before I leave, don't you intend to say something?"
Isis remained indifferent, the vaguely humanoid silhouette only bowed slightly to say goodbye: "Then, I wish you a smooth journey."
"..."
Ji Jue was stunned, dazed, doubting his hearing.
To the extent, he found it hard to believe:
"Is it true?"
"Sorry, it's false."
Those surging starlights subtly shifted, and the blurred facial expression showed a trace of contempt and disdain: "Then, I wish you get what you deserve and die in the wilderness."
Ah yes, that's the feeling!
Ji Jue instantly beamed with joy, refreshed, and finally waved goodbye.
Behind him, the gate rose.
The giant armored off-road vehicle roared, racing out, gradually moving further away, disappearing from sight.
The engine sound like thunder also no longer lingered clearly.
The gate slowly descended.
And inside the workshop, peace was restored.
A ray of sunlight poured in from the narrow window, falling among the many devices, faintly spiritual light dots flickering and dancing, then vanishing without a trace.
So serene.
After bidding farewell to the troublesome master who only barked, it was finally quiet.
All things harmonious, silent, and wonderful.
Only, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, an unpleasant sound echoed.
"Tsk..."
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