Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 452: Days of Old Return – Limited Revival_2


The only thing that can be confirmed is just one point.

——The damn Evil Cult is attacking again!

Yes, they're attacking again!

Lu Changsheng is dead, but sometimes he can still come back to life and make a fuss.

Even if he really lived, seeing the scene in front of him, he might still be a bit stunned.

Is this me?

No, this seems to be me!

Because this is exactly how the Evil Cult set up in Spring City, authentically and unaltered!

This is entirely a patent developed collaboratively by the Evil Cult and You Sui, unique in the world!

The many devices created by Jian Yuan in Spring City back then, the setups and Secret Rituals that the Evil Cult cultivated for many years, are all recreated here!

Under the full control of the past domain, when overlooking everything insightfully, the key points and principles have long been mastered by Ji Jue. The required theories were even laid as a foundation by Jian Yuan himself, not hesitating to use the 'Candle Illumination Ceremony' to force-feed them to Ji Jue.

Even the many key devices left behind by Old Deng were confiscated by Ji Jue through the Sky Rail and tossed into a warehouse. Now, it's just a matter of performing a Mechanical Descent for a repair, like a used car returning to the market.

The crucial foundational setup can benefit directly from the Eternal Empire's spiritual circuits and numerous facilities laid for the temple, under the authority of the Swordsmith and the Emperor, without any resistance.

Not even needing the imitation rails that Jian Yuan used to replace the Sky Rail, the genuine Sky Rail is in Ji Jue's hands!

After mastering the basics and theories, it's merely a matter of replicating the original.

Absolutely, no difficulty!

The most critical Vortex resonance was completed by Ji Jue's soul projection, the unformed demon.

Now, he is the anchor linking the Vortex to the real world!

In less than ten hours, the achievements that the Evil Cult cultivated over decades have been unfolded once again in Ji Jue's hands.

Even smoother and more complete than before.

The process of communicating with the Vortex and anchoring the Crack Realm was completed in an instant.

Without any disguise, with great fanfare,

As if it were a system-wide broadcast forcibly pushed in front of everyone's eyes.

——Our Evil Cult is freaking back again!

The hot and exciting Vortex silver frenzy is about to start~ Now, let me see which little friend didn't receive an invitation?

The limited-time event in Spring City has suddenly returned!

The Security Bureau, Security Bureau, Taiyi Ring, Star Core Association, Chongguang Sect... and even You Sui, Wolf Nest, Heavenly Heart Society, Wulou Temple...

All eyes turned to this desolate and remote corner of the Panghuang Sea, and immediately, upon realizing the situation, they hastily rushed in without hesitation.

The moment the first ripple spread, the tide of chaos distorting reality was already born.

Now, no one can remain uninvolved anymore.

"Better hurry."

Ji Jue supported his chin, gazing down at the chaos in the Crack Realm, smiling silently.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

How can such a good thing be hogged all by one party? People should know how to share, right? How can people be so selfish?

If you're unwilling, I can help you!

Before the temple, whether Changle or An Guo, and all the reinforcements who arrived, were all stunned, bewildered, and gazed at each other with clarity in their confusion.

No need to disguise, no need for pretense.

Now that things have reached this point, it's so far gone that there's no recovering it, so why bother telling jokes that no one will believe?!

When the Puppet of Changle and the Projection of An Guo glared at each other, they suddenly realized, turned back sharply, and looked at the stiff-faced Shekri.

Including the distant and shadowed Wuyou Gong, seeing the tantalizing prize about to be snatched by the whole world, couldn't help but roar in anger:

"Seeder!!!"

Has it come to this, and yet that old geezer still wants to stir up trouble behind the scenes?!

"Truly well-calculated."

Changle squeezed out a voice through gritted teeth, half in anger of being toyed with, half in genuine admiration and malice: "The Saint's deep machinations, a Heirloom Seal that no one has seen, could lure us rebirth seekers to cannibalize each other yet pave the way for you…"

Under countless eyes like stabbing blades, Shekri was also stunned, dazed, bewildered.

Unable to speak.

Because, even in his view, who else but the Seeder pushing all this from the shadows could achieve this?

Now that the map is fully revealed and the Heirloom Seal is confirmed here, why not just toss it into the Vortex?

This… this… seems indeed… No, this doesn't align with the Saint's goal!

Why?! Why was this never mentioned to me...

Now, there is only one possibility left.

A pawn to be abandoned!

Amidst the confusion, an unprecedented sense of panic and anxiety arose: Could it be that even I am no longer trusted?

No, no, I am the most loyal subordinate and follower of the Saint, I, I… I, Shekri…

There was no time to discern or contemplate.

In the chaos and pandemonium, everyone simultaneously struck, making ruthless moves!

From the heavens, the Imperial Fleet, left by the Empire, opened fire in unison, raining down strikes. On the ground below, upon Changle's command, everyone thoughtlessly besieged Shekri, while scattering…

And Shekri, without looking back, dashed deeper into the temple, seeking life and future.

Just before the open temple gates, the life-and-death battle began once more!

Boom!

In the deepest place of the temple, within the hall shrouded in illusory light, the walls collapsed.

The sound of crumbling echoed.

It was as if a clear ringing of jade resounded in everyone's ears.

Clearly, it was just the sound of stones grinding together, so ordinary, yet here, it made uncountable hearts race with desire and insatiable thirst.

The site of the Heirloom Seal…

Their gazes grew ever more fervent!

Ji Jue remained indifferent, retracting his gaze.

Completely uninterested.

Screw the Heirloom Seal, let anyone have it!

Even if given for free, he'd find it cumbersome to use for cracking walnuts.

Everything that should be said and shouldn't be said has already been thoroughly accounted for by the visitors turned into materials in the workshop.

Whatever Rebuilding Empire, whatever Heirloom Seal, whatever Heavenly Pillar Law...

He doesn't care how deep the waters run behind this, how far-reaching the game of strategy and scheming extends, how tremendous the stakes and influence may be.

He only wants to toss this carefully prepared bomb into the water and watch how high the splash goes and how the dogs bite each other.

Then, when that bastard Seeder can no longer hide, he'd pick up the so-called chessboard and smash it on his head!

When the final disguise is ripped away, whether it's Wuyou, Changle, or An Guo, none dared leave any reserve and called their full forces into action.

Watching the stream after stream of brilliance descend from outside the Crack Realm, those eager sufferers rushing towards the temple, Ji Jue waited emotionlessly, unmoving.

Come on, come on, come on, come, come, come, all are welcome!

And then…

All of you can just die for me!

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