Chapter 439 Chunjun
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On the dial, the hands rotated at some point, silently overlapping each other as time passed.

Six thirty minutes and thirty seconds!
At this moment, the hour, minute and second hands all pointed to the position [6] on the scale in unison, and a ray of bright golden light appeared above the numbers.

When Chunjun was ‘completed’, it was only at 10% of the scale, but at this moment, as Chunjun collapsed, it began to surge!
Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty percent…

It was like riding a rocket.

But Ji Jue had no time to care about anything else.

Snapped.

The second crack appeared again with the sound of the bubble bursting.

It’s like a penance and torture leading to destruction.

In the trance of pain and exhaustion, Ji Jue had forgotten who he was, where he was, and what he was doing.

Consciousness, thoughts, soul, empty.

The only thing he did was to follow this increasingly turbulent and violent instinct, and swung the invisible hammer again, as if he was holding up his own soul, and smashed it down!

collapse! ! !
The silent sound that seemed like an illusion suddenly spread, broke through the workshop, echoed in the new spring and the wilderness, and resounded in everyone’s ears.

It was like the sound of chains loosening and iron shackles breaking.

The moment the hammer struck, in the dark and shaking world before his eyes, Ji Jue saw countless fleeting shadows appear before his eyes.

【remember】

At this moment, everything that the person named Ji Jue has seen, thought, learned, known and felt since the moment he was born is rising from his soul!

The third crack appeared on Chunjun, completely breaking the perfection.

They spread and diffused on the purest sword body, but in a natural way, just like the strokes of a pen on paper, stretching endlessly.

In the ancient primitive and barbaric era, the first people, who were no different from animals, might have shed blood in this way and depicted the first hunting scene in the cave.

The Way of Ether was born from this!

And when the first flame ignites from the long night and illuminates the ignorant eyes, the desire for transformation is no longer unstoppable.

The priests and shamans burned the tortoise shell with flames, using this most ancient crack as a carrier to record good and bad luck and past moments. Ascension and ether overlapped and intertwined in the reconstruction of the ashes.

It sprouts in the past, interweaves with the present, and disappears in the future.

Like all stories.

At this moment, with the collision and sharpening of the soul and the sword blade, cracks appeared on the sword spine of Chunjun.

The story of a man named Ji Jue has already been reflected in it.

Use the spirit of a swordsmith to create the spirit of Chunjun.

And then, with the name of swordsmith, he was known as Chunjun!
——This is the true creation of heaven and pure Jun!
Under the collision of the Soul Hammer, thousands of cracks spread from the sword spine, and Chunjun suddenly shook violently, like a song of joy, and like a cry of sorrow.

The clanging sound spread along with the cracks, and then, the sword body covered with countless cracks completely collapsed and turned into countless fragments.

Chunjun was destroyed!

But then… when the shackles of matter are completely broken, the purest essence will be reborn from the void.

When Ji Jue raised his hand again, a ray of fleeting bubbling light appeared before his eyes.

If it exists, if it doesn’t exist, it’s like a dream or an illusion.

But it was like a mirror, illuminating his haggard and tired face, and his sparkling eyes, so clearly.

It’s like, another self.

“Hello, Chunjun!”

Ji Jue couldn’t help smiling anymore, he lowered his eyes and stared at the invisible sword in his hands.

The phantom light moved, rising and falling silently, responding to his call.

“…”

In the silence, Isis could no longer suppress her doubts: “I didn’t see Chunjun, sir.”

“Yeah, but this is Chunjun.”

Ji Jue replied calmly: “The sword is named after me, and the object and I are one. Therefore, they come from the same source and return to the same body. Once Chunjun can be seen by others, it has fallen into the lower level and can only be passed down.

The real Chunjun is a creation that no one can see or touch except the swordsmith himself…”

It is precisely in order to complete this close connection with the swordsmith himself that the swordsmith’s spirit, the swordsmith’s name and the swordsmith’s hands are needed to create it personally.

What is achieved is not Chunjun, but the swordsmith himself!

Isis remained silent, feeling that her creator might be unable to accept failure and had gone insane. This had happened more than once.

more importantly……

“If a sword is invisible, intangible, and non-existent, how can it kill people?”

“Yes, that’s why it’s not used to kill others–“

Ji Jue still smiled, holding up the last ray of phantom light with great care, and welcomed enlightenment in unprecedented joy and happiness.

“——Instead, use it to kill yourself.”

At that moment, between the ten fingers of the empty hands, phantom light flowed and was held upside down.

Aim at Ji Jue’s chest.

The thorn fell!

boom! ! ! !

There was no sound, and outside the dead silent workshop, at this moment, an earth-shattering roar suddenly broke out.

“Varied……”

Slan, who was returning from outside the town in the heavy rain, suddenly became alert, reined in his horse, and raised his head stiffly. Amid the sounds of war horses neighing and swords being unsheathed, everyone else reacted belatedly and looked up dully.

Look to the sky.

The light of dawn disappeared.

The scorching sun is gone.

Not only Xinquan, but also the wilderness at this moment, even as far away as Yacheng and Chaocheng…

The first person to notice it was Ye Xian who had been observing for a long time, followed by Tong Yuan, the old grandfather of the Tong family who was lying on a recliner in the old house in the mountains, Lv Yingyue, the guard of Haizhou who was inspecting the industrial park in Chaocheng, and even the old lady of the Lou family who was accompanying her.

Then Wen Wen woke up from her hangover, opened her eyes, and couldn’t help but do a sit-up, exclaiming “Fuck!”

Tong Shan, who was working overtime in the Security Bureau, drew his sword subconsciously. Old Zhang, who was teaching health preservation among the old men in his own massage shop, paused; Xiao An, who was hesitating whether to seize the time to practice and strive to surpass his sister or go to play with Brother Ji Jue after finishing his work, looked back blankly…

Soon, all the sentient chosen ones in the entire Haizhou could not help but shudder all over, and subconsciously looked up at the sky where the new spring was.

In the dead silence, the shock was beyond words.

Outside the Federation, among the Thousand Islands, in the Association’s headquarters – Tianshu, in the very center of the island, above the busy square, the tall and silent bell tower suddenly shook.

Then, let out a loud roar!
A magnificent sound burst out from nowhere, spread out, spread throughout Tianshu, and echoed back and forth.

All the pedestrians were caught off guard and were stunned. They couldn’t help but stop and look back to the source of the sound. When they finally realized what was happening, they could no longer suppress their envy and jealousy.

“The bell that moves the sky rings by itself?”

“who is it?”

“Fuck, who the hell is shipping all the time?”

“This is all done by someone else!”

In the office, Deron and Gustav couldn’t help but pause when they shook hands in front of everyone.

When they looked at each other, there was a hint of surprise and emotion in their eyes.

Even, joy.

“Ah, ah, ah… this is a really good omen.”

The chairman, who was on the last day of his term, smiled brightly. “Congratulations, Chairman Gustav. Good news on the first day of the handover.”

Gustav looked calm and accepted this unexpected surprise implicitly: “Mutual.”

“Now when I write my memoirs, I’ll have a proper ending.”

Deron looked more and more happy. Wasn’t this Yu Jin’s final farewell to him in recognition of his lifelong dedication and hard work for the association?

I’ll have to find out later which master wrote this.

Haizhou, Chaocheng, Industrial Park.

“What a big scene! I haven’t seen this in over 20 years, right?”

The old lady next to Lu Yingyue sighed and grabbed Lou Yanyue, who suddenly became excited and wanted to fight.

While chatting and laughing, he asked curiously, “Who is it this time? Could it be the one from the Tide Sound Workshop?”

“I guess not.”

Lu Yingyue shook her head slowly: “Ye Xian is not a person who likes to show off. Even if the work of heaven is completed, it will not be known to others. Besides, this direction…” At this moment, the direction that Shangshan’s appearance is pointing to…

New spring?

Oh, is that so?
In her sudden realization, she could no longer hold back a smile of relief, filled with joy.

“It’s just the kids messing around, don’t worry about it.”
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At this moment, above Xinquan, the sky was dark, as if the long night had returned, and the sun could no longer be seen.

Instead, there are countless bright stars!
Those dazzling flashes came out from the sky and gathered together, like a waterfall, crossing the distance between the sky and the earth, falling towards the mortal world.

It was like a furnace of embers overturned, generously sprinkling the flames and firewood of creation onto the world.

The Supreme Good is here!

This is the testimony and gift of the infinite creation of the embers for the creation of heaven.

The sky furnace appears!

“Ok?”

On the other side of the magnificent scene that looked like a collapsing furnace in the sky, someone seemed to have sensed something. The craftsman in white clothes propped himself up with a cane and looked back.

When I finally figured out what was going on, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

No, it was just a joke. Ah Xian, do you really have to bear a grudge? Thinking back to the federal civil service recruitment notice that Ji Jue posted on his WeChat Moments a few months ago… We have more or less this lineage!
only……

Soon, Tianlu’s pupils couldn’t help but droop as he looked towards the wonderful sight of Shangshan dominating the world. A gap suddenly appeared in the brilliant light where Tianlu was overturned and stars were cascading down.

From bottom to top, rolling against the sky!

A ray of light that is pure, sharp, yet invisible and hard to see rises into the sky!

That is……

Ji Jue?!
Just as the residual light pierced into his body and sank into his soul, Ji Jue had already lost consciousness.

It was clearly a tiny ray of spiritual light, but the moment it touched the soul, it seemed to turn into an endless and mighty river, raging and rushing, sweeping every corner of the consciousness and soul!
Ji Jue’s soul and body did not reject it at all. Instead, they accepted and absorbed it eagerly, as if it was supposed to be this way.

Since we come from the same source, we should end up as one!
The sword is named after me, and I am one with the object.

From now on, Chunjun is Jijue and Jijue is Chunjun. Why should we distinguish between man and sword?

Countless fleeting moments reappeared before his eyes, from the moment he was born as a baby, to the staggering steps as a toddler, to the hardships and pains of his youth, and finally stopped at the present moment after he became an adult, the moment when Ji Jue stabbed Chun Jun into his soul.

The overlapping and fusion of events came to an abrupt end.

But then, a sense of imperfection and confusion emerged.

Not enough, not enough!

Not even close…

Chunjun is like a mirror, illuminating the soul. Then, this spirituality originating from the swordsmith will turn into an existence like the reflection of the soul, and completely become a part of the swordsmith.

Now Ji Jue felt like he was standing in front of a mirror, feeling Chunjun’s transformation. But for some reason, the mirror was always shrouded in a layer of mist. Although the general outline was so detailed, the details were always blurred, as if looking at flowers in the fog.

The spirit of Chunjun shone again and again in vain, but it was still unable to include Ji Jue’s reflection in it.

It’s as if something is missing!

Until Ji Jue suddenly realized: Chunjun’s creation was already perfect, and now it was a natural result, without any flaws or shortcomings at all.

What is lacking at this moment is not Chunjun.

But…

Yourself?

At that moment, Ji Jue’s eyes dropped and looked at the reflected image in Chunjun.

Then, he finally saw his own hazy reflection of his chest…

A deep crack!

It was bottomless and filled with darkness, like a crack leading to hell.

The so-called…

【hole】!
Now, when he stretched out his hand, he finally felt Chunjun’s guidance in countless nightmares, and even the voice from the other side.

At the other end of the crack, an endless torrent of flames raged and surged, emitting a vast echo. Waiting in vain, suffering, crying, shouting and calling out to him all the time!

Those long nightmares seemed to reappear before my eyes once again.

“I see……”

Ji Jue suddenly reached out his hand, touched the empty reflection hole, and murmured: “Have you been calling me?”

No one responded.

Only in that endless flame could one hear the wails, cries and roars of countless desperate souls.

Begging for redemption, begging for an end, begging for liberation.

Ji Jue was silent.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and held Chunjun in front of him tightly.

“Then, let’s end it!”

Amid the distant wailing, Ji Jue raised his eyes and saw the reflection in Chunjun.

The reflection was also looking at him.

Then, along with him, forward—

The boundaries of the mirror are completely broken, the reflection and the mirror itself become one, and there is no distinction between the two!

Suddenly, a beam of dazzling spiritual light burst out from Ji Jue’s sitting body.

The soul rises, freed from the shackles and constraints of the body, and appears independently!
Suddenly, the invisible and sharp light broke through the limitations of the workshop, went against the infinite flames of the sky, rose into the sky, and soared above the sky!

Under the control of the soul, pure light rushed out.

Following the attraction and resonance from the other side of the [hole], in the blink of an eye, he traveled across 90,000 miles.

In this almost still world, endless thunder, fierce light, strong wind and dark clouds came towards us, then passed by us and were left far behind.

Ji Jue broke through the stormy sea, fell from the sky, and sank into the violent and surging ocean. From beginning to end, he did not startle any lightning, nor did he disturb even a drop of rain.

Just like that, it plunged straight into the deep sea and crossed the endless darkness.

Until the deepest part of the deep ocean, that faint light of fire reappeared in the eyes, magnifying, magnifying, and magnifying again.

It was just like what I saw in a long nightmare.

He could vaguely see that at the bottom of the deep sea, on the desolate seabed, corpses that sank to the bottom of the sea were burned to ashes, and endless ashes were rekindled. The sea of ​​​​fire was rising, but it was imprisoned in shackles.

Four hundred and eleven distorted Heavenly Origin Laws transformed into invisible constraints, entwining the revived flame tide.

And above the flames, there seemed to be some huge monster.

Absolute Abyss, Shadow Sun, Phantom Frost, Filthy Stain… emblems of great evils floated from the deep sea. Countless blockades shrouded the sea water, isolating it from the outside world.

But Ji Jue no longer cared about those.

He had thrown himself into the imprisoned flame and reappeared.

Within the flame tide, in that world that seemed to be made up of flames and scorched earth, there were only endless debris piled up like mountains, and vague shadows wandering in the scorched earth, wailing eternally.

What falls from heaven is a rain of tears.

But the tears were hot, like lava.

Ji Jue opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him that was strange yet familiar. He saw the dry bones burning and struggling in pain.

Those charred faces raised their heads and stared at him blankly, tears of blood streaming down their cheeks.

A silent cry of grief.

Longing for an end.

So, Ji Jue raised his hand again.

The dazzling sword blade extended from the five fingers, like the crystallization of all the beauty in the world. Its beauty was like a lotus just blooming, its brilliance was like a line of stars, its light was like water overflowing into a pond; its fractures were like tiny stones; its talent was as bright as ice melting…

The pure blade appears here!
He didn’t know where he was or what was happening here.

He only knew why he came here!

“Don’t be afraid.”

Ji Jue lowered his eyes and stared at their appearance: “I promise, it will be over soon, right away.”

Please, wait for me…

Wait a little longer, just a little longer!

The sword blade has been cut off from now on! .
A quarter of an hour later, the flames erupted!
The dead ashes under the deep sea rose again, and the endless flames struggled and rioted like a living thing, breaking through layer after layer of restraints and blockades.

The billowing flames spread violently, burning the rocks and boiling the sea.

Ignoring the cries of anger, regret or fear, it broke through the constraints and disguise of the deep sea and soared straight into the sky.

The flame is as sharp as a blade, illuminating thousands of miles!
(End of this chapter)