readease Chapter 1532 - 784: The Wise and the Foolish
Chapter 1532 - 784: The Wise and the Foolish
Life and death, progress and halt.
Just a leaflet, even just a thought, an unrealistic fantasy, a trivial longing and hope...
When the living beings once again sprout the heart of Ascension, the foundation of downfall has already disappeared.
Above the sky, the dazzling intense light has replaced the lighthouse, illuminating the entire Seven Cities!
The decaying stars gradually dimmed and vanished.
In their place are countless wishes and hopes rising like fireflies, forming a winding river, converging towards Chixiao.
When these countless sparks overlap, they transform into the sun.
The sun once again shines upon everything.
Chixiao trembled violently, the banners clanged, the Heavenly Constitution operated, once again manifesting Tian Yuan!
Merely relying on the natural weight of Tian Yuan, the turbulent Seven Cities are stabilized, the Flame of Decay quickly dims, and the overwhelming green fire swiftly dissipates.
Blooms are everywhere, flourishing all around.
With the continuous gathering of countless sparks, the blazing sun rises, and under its light, the projection of the Heavenly People behind Fernan becomes increasingly dilapidated, even starting to collapse once more.
Irresistibly heading towards collapse.
Before Fernan's eyes, seventy years of great endeavor disintegrate, half a lifetime of painstaking efforts and marvels return to nothingness.
Downfall no more.
Boom!!!
Everything rapidly collapsing suddenly halts.
The previously disintegrating Flame of Decay erupts violently once more. Even though the general trend is gone, even the foundation is not present.
The incomplete virtual shadow of the Heavenly People roars loudly, standing up again, with countless ghostly lights extending like hands in all directions, grasping everything.
Forcibly halting all changes.
[Stop]!
With the strength of one person, forcibly suppressing the Ascension of the Seven Cities.
Like drinking poison to quench thirst, he unhesitatingly abandoned the chance to start anew and all that was.
Releasing without reservation, burning life and even the soul, staking everything, to wrestle with this overwhelming momentum!
But when Fernan looked up, he saw those flurrying snowflakes, those shattered leaflets, coming before him.
Just this one page, it buried years of his anguish and efforts.
To have fallen this far...
Just in a trivial instant, in a moment of distraction and daze, Fernan subconsciously turned his head, then felt the pain on his cheek.
A trivial wound opened on his face, with wisps of purple-black light drifting out, like blood.
Was he actually injured?
For the first time...
"Where are you looking, Fernan? Our duel is not over yet."
Ji Jue's voice sounded, close by, telling him:
"Don't get distracted!"
Without even taking advantage of the situation to strike, instead pausing with incredible magnanimity, leaving a crucial gap, waiting for him to rejuvenate.
Such compassion.
Even more than any vicious insults and mockery!
"...Already, has it become this disgraceful?"
Fernan raised his hand, wiped over the wound, and gazed at the bit of dark phantom light on his fingertip, silently smiling as if mocking himself.
Truly, a disgrace.
"Good, very good."
He looked up once more at Ji Jue, as if looking at an overconfident child, maliciously and grimly:
"Come!"
Even though the Seven Cities were out of control, the Heavenly People were unachievable, but as an artisan, as someone who had long embarked on this path as a master, after countless struggles and efforts, was he to fear a challenge from a junior?
At this point, life and death no longer matter.
What remains is the simplest, purest victory and defeat.
The capable shall rise!
And you, are far from enough!
The delicate, crisp sound rings once more, omnipresent, the central district of the whole Pu City, all the buildings shatter in response, turning to ashes.
In his hand, an ordinary-looking bag reveals its true form—accumulating grain by grain, little by little—[Grain Sound]!
Countless small injuries continue to accumulate, converging in crisp echoes, suddenly overlapping into an unavoidable severe injury, thoroughly detonating.
Not merely the wound.
The consumption of spiritual energy, the burden on the body, even just the accumulation of fatigue, and even the minor scratches unnoticed by himself, all being added together.
Every straw on the camel's back, once more converged, falling from the sky!
Boom!
Ji Jue's body bursts again, thunder and fire scatter and spread, but countless disintegrated fragments, just before him, once again, reassemble.
This time, without relying on Isis, the Three Phases Flow.
Extremely clumsy, extremely slow, with numerous errors, completing another assembly, even fundamentally incomplete, at most a haphazard pile of half a body.
But even just this level of progress already surpasses the state where even Non-Attack was almost unusable at the beginning by hundreds of times!
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Half of his body was shattered, his form distorted, and even the Spiritual Sword in his hand was severed at the waist.
Yet the edge remained sharp.
Its angles were fierce, even more so than before!
At this moment, the Lower Foolish dared defy the Upper Wisdom.
Breaking through layers of interception, the Lower Foolish Sword pierced forward relentlessly, unwavering, reaching close to his face.
Only the Upper Wisdom and Lower Foolish remain unmoved.
The Lower Foolish does not move, thus, the Upper Wisdom remains unmoved too!
Fernan stood his ground, neither dodging nor flinching, unwavering, without the slightest retreat. In his hand, another hand holding a rod of a foot long again appeared, targeting Ji Jue and the blade in his hand, dividing them once more!
However, right before that, right under his nose, Chun Jun and Ji Jue… exploded again!
Fernan's pupils involuntarily contracted.
The target was missed!
A flaw had been uncovered...
The ability of the rod itself, being Decentralization, must naturally act on the whole for maximum effect. But before taking effect, when the opponent disassembles himself first, the entire operation of the Heavenly Artisan would misjudge, requiring human correction of the deviation.
It only needed a moment, but now, in this crucial instant, countless fragments from the explosion of Chun Jun were already raining down like a storm.
They obscured the view before him and concealed Ji Jue's true intent!
Those fragments abandoned in the previous reassembly once again converged towards Ji Jue's broken body, swiftly reassembling the discarded half.
Not even half remained now, only parts of the chest, spine, heart, head, and even… after gathering all the fragments, the suddenly extended mechanical hand, the fingers spread wide.
Pressing toward Fernan's face!
—Dissociation Technique·Jing Zhen!
After numerous attempts and corrections, the flawed Dissociation Technique reappeared from Ji Jue's hand, Pan Ying, Chun Jun, Zanlu, Giant Que… overlapping radiance, erupting!
Unfortunately, without effect!
The rod had already been replaced in Feilqi's hand by a small Crystal Ball, Pure Lie—targeted from the beginning at peers, specializing in attacking Ember, now termed the "Artisan's Lie."
Its core foundation is a paradox—all the craftsman's words are lies!
Its effect turns the targeted spiritual technique's theoretical base into a lie, temporarily erasing it from existence, making its effects difficult to establish.
The foundational concept and theory of the Dissociation Technique were negated by Fernan in this instant.
The extended mechanical arm, even before touching him, exploded in midair, self-destructing.
A vast array of flowers appeared out of thin air, engulfing all Ji Jue's fragments, converging, forcefully reassembling once more, obeying his command, to resume!
And just before him, Fernan's face turned grim, slowly lowered his head, looking at his chest.
A massive crack pierced through.
From inside out, it erupted!
There's even…
A third hand?
In the instant before Ji Jue exploded, the third Spiritual Hand, hidden from the beginning until now, was finally manifesting within Fernan's organs, grasping his heart, delivering pure destruction!
Severe injury!
But with the burning of the Flame of Decay, everything reassembled once again, the Heavenly Human Foundation remained, rendering him indestructible, just like Ji Jue under Isis's protection.
But what this represents makes Fernan's expression increasingly unpleasant.
From the beginning till now, having defeated Ji Jue numerous times, this was somehow the first immense loss, it could even be said...
"How does it feel to go down together, Master Fernan?"
Ji Jue, reassembled, raised his head, spirited and refreshed, drew his sword again, charging forward:
"Again!"
Then, once more, filled with cracks, understandably gravely wounded, in a wretched state barely clinging to life.
Before the truly all-out, even surpassingly skilled Master of You Sui, utterly pathetic!
Yet even under such circumstances... the time persisted, stretching longer and longer!
From initially clumsy to not so clumsy, from error-filled to barely passing, even now occasionally achieving operations of remarkable precision!
Like a rough and heavy rock, through repeated collisions and polishings, once again refracting dream-like crystal light from its cut.
Supposedly stuck in degradation, the likes of Lower Foolish, under Fernan's pressure, emerged unexpectedly like coal within the Earth's crust, gradually revealing diamond facets.
Even making Fernan repeatedly miscalculate, unable to act.
[Out of Control]!
Under those clumsy operations, not only was Ji Jue unable to predict the final results, even Fernan began to lose anticipation.
The oppressive suppression was leveraged, causing Ji Jue's skill to fluctuate like a random number.
Sometimes a strike was inexplicably weak, while sometimes a strike was inexplicably strong!
Chaos countering chaos.
Like a drooling fool clutching a stick, convulsing epileptically before the Sword Master, crawling chaotically, brandishing the weapon without pattern, nor any discernible rhythm.
Yet deeper within, the essence was identical.
Faux chaos, faux precision.
He actually found a way...
Whether feasible or not, Ji Jue proceeded without hesitation, moving forward.
Striding forward!