I've never felt this way before.

It's like walking from one dream into another, reality shifting and ever-changing, so abrupt and bizarre, yet seemingly meant to be.

Is this a dream as well?

If not, why does everything feel like dream shadows, ever-transforming and elusive?

In this daze, even I seem so illusory, only the Cun Jun Sword in my hand remains real and unyielding.

In this hell of boundless flames, he traverses the burning scorched earth, head held high, bathing in the fiery rain like tears, feeling no pain or unease.

It's as if... returning home.

Even the air filled with the scent of ashes and sulfur becomes sweet.

But is there really air?

Am I truly breathing?

Ji Jue possesses no physical body; at this moment, he relies solely on the Chun Jun's Blessing Chain: "Divine Transformation", to temporarily separate the soul from the body, manifesting independently like a wandering spirit.

With his original abilities, at best he could roam within a few dozen miles, adding a haunting legend to Xinquan. But now, under Chun Jun's guidance, the moment his soul left his body, it was directly pulled here by an invisible resonance and power.

Moreover, after delving into the rekindled Flame Tide, he felt no resistance or discomfort, as if this was meant to be!

From one body to another?

But what is my body now?

The calamity of the Flame Tide?

He wanted to laugh.

Only when he looked down could he see the dark crack on his chest growing more distinct. Slivers of flame sprouting from the darkness, resonating with the external boundless flames.

Urging him, propelling him, beseeching him...

To end it all!

"Please, please... kill me..."

A vague figure, like ashes, crawled over the scorched earth, writhing and struggling, humbly pleading like a believer in hell facing their gods: "I beg you... I beg you..."

It cried out, hoarse and sorrowful, with countless souls imprisoned in the flames:

"...Compassion!"

"..."

Ji Jue remained silent, closing his eyes.

He said, "I'm sorry."

Compassion, such a thing, I do not have.

In that instant, Cun Jun was held backward, thrust down!

Crack!

The shadow of ash shattered at the sound, erupting, and sparks rose, falling into the crack on Ji Jue's chest. Instantly, within the opening, a frail flame rose again.

Like a seed sprouting.

Thus, among countless cries, a single cry abruptly ceased, leaving only a sigh of mixed sorrow and joy, as if grateful.

Thank you.

Ji Jue walked forward indifferently, turning a deaf ear, towards the next skeletal remains in the flames, raising a hand to sever its head.

The second one.

As if someone said, thank you.

Ji Jue remained unmoved, raising Cun Jun once more, swinging, and slashing!

The purest light sprouted from the soul, circulating, condensing into a more substantial Spiritual Sword, the power of Cun Jun manifesting. In the transformation of Ascension, will and determination combined with spiritual essence, forming a weapon!

The Nine Types speak of this as the Power of Ten Thousand Forces, breaking and tearing tough resilience!

When that dazzling blade slashed down, even the rampant river-like scarlet Flame Tide could be split in two.

Ravines appeared on the scorched earth, skeletons emerged from the embers, and were shattered and obliterated amidst the violent slashes and sweeps!

Ji Jue's left hand rose, soul gripping again, and suddenly, another radiant Spiritual Blade formed.

Named by the sword, merging the self with the object.

At this moment, I am both Cun Jun, Ji Jue's Spiritual Blade is the Cun Jun Blade, how could it be limited by quantity?

Not only this!

As Ji Jue's mind stirred, immediately a layer of vivid crimson color wrapped around the Cun Jun Blade!

Nine Types: Pan Ying!

Man and sword stimulating each other is a crucial part of the Nine Types. As the Swordsmith tempers Pan Ying with spiritual essence, Pan Ying's evil intent is gradually subdued, while its ferocity seeps into Ji Jue's spiritual essence, granting metamorphosis.

Now, under Cun Jun's mastery, the ever-changing, flexible, and solid spiritual sword was overlaid with a layer of savagery and ferocity!

Like adding wings to a tiger!

"Rest assured... I will spare no means to kill you all!"

Thus, amidst countless cries, he moved forward again, wielding the savage swordsmanship conveyed by Pan Ying, wantonly slashing and shattering every Residual Soul within reach.

Step by step, he walked deeper into the tide.

Vanished without a trace.

Only the silent Flame Tide gradually swelled, violent and restless!

.

At this moment in the darkness beneath the deep sea, countless ashes boiled with the seawater, and the crimson Flame Tide imprisoned and bound in this confinement began to swell fiercely.

Like a volcano, erupting uncontrollably!

Under the tremendous pressure from all sides, the chains transformed from the Heavenly Essence Law violently shook, revealing cracks, and one by one, chains began to detach from the Flame Tide…

As if the nails that once held them in place were being pulled out by someone!

In just a few minutes, when the eleventh Heavenly Essence Law's chain loosened, a shocking gap appeared in the once airtight net.

Flame Light gushed out, converging into a beam, breaking through the immense pressure and layers of water in the deep sea, shooting towards the sky amidst numerous eerie sounds of laughter and weeping.

Illuminating a thousand miles!

Even in this remote and obscure sea area of the Panghuang Sea, filled with misleading illusions turned into mirages, who can guarantee such an extraordinary event will go unnoticed?

Underneath the stormy sea, inside a mysterious colossal ship hovering in the ocean, chaos reigned.

In the enormous control room filled with complex Secret Rituals, it was a mess.

"What's happening?"

"Wasn't everything fine just now?"

"The Flame Tide Seed inexplicably began to lose control... The Shadow of the Tower is too far from this world and can no longer suppress it!"

"Useless! Useless! All a bunch of useless people!"

The pale-faced overseer roared in rage, but soon, hurried footsteps were heard, the door was pushed open with a bang, and people rushed in one after another.

At the forefront was a ghostly pale, emaciated man, who looked as if a mere breeze could knock him over, but when his strange multicolored eyes gazed around, the entire control room fell silent.

Countless people bowed down in terror, kneeling and kowtowing, while the overseer trembled and bowed: "Lord Wuyou! The sit..."

Boom!

Lord Wuyou flicked a finger, and an invisible heavy pressure erupted, instantly smashing the original overseer to the ground, rendering him motionless, almost suffocating.

The sound of cracking echoed like cruel torture.

At this moment, watching their superior suffer such a calamity, the subordinates had no thought of schadenfreude, each drenched in cold sweat.

"A bunch of useless fools, I exerted so much effort to gather the Four Departments and Six Sects here for this great endeavor. Yet after all this time, you haven't even managed to open a Crack Realm of a single temple!"

Lord Wuyou's anger flared, speaking coldly: "Now even the Flame Tide is losing control, how exactly are you doing your jobs?!"

"It's not our fault, Lord Wuyou, show your clear judgment, show your clear judgment!"

The overseer cried out in wretched desperation, teetering on the brink of death under the crushing pressure, speaking incoherently: "I, I know, it must be that Evil Demon, Seeder, harboring ill intentions! It must be him!

The disaster of the forcibly awakened Flame Tide was incomplete to begin with, we could only induce and stimulate it, the Holy Dynasty's temple was already securely sealed, how can a little burning force it open, I, I..."

Bam!

The miserable pleas for mercy did not improve the situation; instead, everyone present looked increasingly grim.

Lord Wuyou's eyes flashed coldly, and in an instant, the overseer became nothing more than a puddle of flesh under the gravitational pressure. In the dead silence, no one dared to speak, quivering on the ground.

Only Lord Wuyou coldly glanced back at the person half a step behind him: "Shekri, you are the emissary of Lord Seeder, do you think what he said is true?"

Behind Lord Wuyou, the person wrapped entirely in a white robe, as though even face and hands were bound in layers of burial cloth-like bandages, immediately bowed his head respectfully, speaking hoarsely: "Lord Wuyou, see clearly, my master has no such intention!

Otherwise, why guide you to travel thousands of miles here, and delegate me to assist with the great plan of the Holy Dynasty, and also convene Wulou Temple, Heavenly Heart Society, and Wolf Nest to assist...

It's just that the calamity of the Flame Tide is an uncontrollable failed product; before the Evil Demon is even born, the Seed of Abyss has already stopped responding, so any unexpected events cannot be predicted.

My master's purpose is merely to enhance the success, to save you some effort, how could it be harboring malice?"

Moreover, without the calamity of the Flame Tide, what else can be used to pry open the temple doors?

Rely on your dwindling incomplete Chixiao to be used once less each time?

Heh, is Chixiao in your hands then?!

Of course, the latter was Shekri's silent complaint, glancing at the towering fire column outside the porthole, dared not delay any further, reminded:

"Lord Wuyou, time is running out, the only solution now is to increase the living sacrifices!"

The person next to him suddenly changed expression: "Lord Wuyou, you cannot! There aren't many living sacrifices left, if they are overly consumed at this moment, how will we perform the sacrificial rites for the late emperor once inside the temple?"

"Shut up!"

Lord Wuyou, expressionless, coldly reprimanded: "Continue like this, and who knows how many onlookers will be drawn, how long can the mirage conceal this?

The grand plan for the revival of the Holy Dynasty, years of painstaking preparation, absolutely cannot collapse in one go! Must I bow down to seek assistance from that Changle kid?!"

"Bring in four thousand more living sacrifices!"

He stared intently at the flame flow rising from the deep sea, a shade of iron green appeared on his pale face, and the hand hidden beneath the long robe was already clenched.

That son of a bitch, Seeder!!!

He spent so much, even gave up his seat as one of the trio, only to get such a flawed product in return?!

There was no time left, nor could he afford to fall out with these bastards.

The urgent matter is to strike while the iron is hot and force open the temple door!

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