novelraw Chapter 1301 655: Resolve and Epiphany
Chapter 1301 655: Resolve and Epiphany
"Your club's group-building activities are quite high-end; having nothing to do, you can kill the Emperor for fun..."
"Don't mention it; if there's time, we kill the President too."
"..."
Walking to the center of the village, in front of a building that looked like a gathering place, Fan Qian stopped and glanced at Ji Jue: "Alright, go in, the leader is waiting for you inside."
"What about you?"
"I'm taking Ni Lin to handle the paperwork. When you're done, call me in the house upfront that looks like chicken legs; I'll open the door and send you back."
Ji Jue waved his hand, and Ni Lin followed Fan Qian away.
Leaving him alone, standing at the door.
Hesitating for a long time, he sighed silently.
Behind the door sits perhaps the contemporary Juzi, the greatest terrorist of the current era, and himself... is merely a craftsman.
But what can be done?
If he doesn't agree to be dragged onto the pirate ship, I'm afraid he'll have to slam the cup as a signal, and eight hundred White Owls would jump out and shoot him dead.
He's already at the door.
Just as Fan Qian said, he's practically bound to the Mohists, can't jump ship, whether he stretches his neck or shrinks it, it's just one cut, gotta see them, what's he still hesitating for?
Thus, Ji Jue made up his mind.
He pushed open the door.
Ka——
No executioners, no display of power, behind the door was not the White Tiger Festival Hall, nor was there a group of strange figures glaring at him.
There was only a somewhat aged long table, with takeout boxes freshly eaten from on top.
And, a figure sitting at the end of the long table, playing with a mobile phone.
"Guess you took so long, I thought you'd turned around and left."
The leader of Nirvana raised his eyes and looked over.
Under the light, that bald head reflected the light, the bearded burly man tilted his head, leaned back in the chair, and grinned.
"What's up, Ji Jue?"
The leader asked curiously: "Since you've met Juzi, why don't you show reverence?"
"..."
Ji Jue was silent.
In the silence, he walked slowly forward, got closer, scrutinized, his gaze inch by inch sweeping over his face, his eyebrows slowly furrowing.
Couldn't resist a cold laugh.
"Juzi hides and evades, yet wants me to show reverence, what's the point?"
Disappointed!
Indescribable disappointment!
Ji Jue finally decided to face the contemporary Juzi, yet what he saw was just a disguise wrapped in illusion, a false smile, and a pretentious sincerity.
Utterly laughable.
Fake!
No matter how real the disguise of illusion is, under the reflection of the Hanging Elephant Mirror, some flaws always manifest. No matter how insignificant the flaw, in front of the Wolf's enhanced intuition, it's no different from showing one's underwear.
The leader seemed to be slightly stunned.
His expression changed.
Not angry, but regretful.
"...Well, come to think of it."
He shrugged and sighed: "After all, my identity is sensitive, rarely seen in public, even if showing up, it would be under some disguise, thus forming a habit.
Now using this form to meet you is indeed overly contemptuous... However, in essence, it's for your own good!"
"Simply, nonsensical!"
Ji Jue sneered aloud, "If it's for my good, why drag me into Nirvana? Besides, since the Crack Realm of Mercury began, you've been watching me for quite a while, haven't you?
If so, might as well make a clean break. Also, please leader spare me, merely a craftsman, how about it?"
"Well, since you said so..."
The leader's expression was peculiar, looking at him, ultimately forced to relent: "Then we might as well be honest with each other.
Just hope that you won't regret it later."
"Heh..."
Ji Jue sneered, glancing at his gesture of reaching to remove the mask.
The smile froze on his face.
In the dead silence, illusions dissipated, the previously rough and straightforward guise disappeared, and what appeared before him was an unexpected contrast.
Without any unkempt appearance.
This leader of Nirvana, the contemporary Juzi is quite handsome, dressed in spotless white. Gone was the unreliable smile, when dealing righteously, his aura transcended the ordinary, enchanting.
The only less perfect thing, is the blood hole on his forehead, somewhat distracting...
In the silence, Ji Jue was stunned, forgetting to breathe.
Darkness swirled before his eyes.
It's as if, at last, I've felt the malice from the entire world.
By now, it's too late to exchange these eyes for ones that have not seen.
But who could tell me, the leader of Nirvana, the world's largest terrorist organization and number one terrorist...
He couldn't hold it in any longer and screamed out loud.
— the trench, it's the Heavenly Furnace aaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!
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"Holy Master—"
In the dim hall, a weary traveler bowed low in audience: "Following your command, I've returned from the White Country. What Shekri found in the deepest part of Shangrila is here."
As he spoke, he unfolded his hands, and a massive iron box rose slowly from the darkness, appearing in the hall.
The Seeder nodded, "You've worked hard on this journey."
"It's simply within my duty."
The traveler lowered his head in humility, yet couldn't suppress the anger: "It's a pity that the White Country plan was ruined overnight, those wolves were not worthy of such a great task, and instead, for their own desires, they altered the Holy Master's plan..."
"I know."
The Seeder said.
The traveler was momentarily stunned, unable to believe or comprehend: "If that's so, why allow such indecisive people to waste resources..."
"I entrusted the plan to him. Regardless of the outcome, success or failure, it doesn't matter, it's not his fault... Having traveled together, even if our destinations differ, there's no need for blame."
The Seeder remained calm, with neither pity nor compassion, only regret...
"Until the very end, your heart was empty, Shekri."
He pressed his hand on the iron box and sighed softly.
If one could restrain ambition, how would they end up on such a path?
No response.
On the rust, the ashes of ambition rose in the wind, fell into the flames, never to be seen again.
The box slowly opened.
Amid layers of careful and solemn packing was a letter written by Shekri, and even, the treasure he offered to the Holy Master for himself.
A broken stone tablet buried in dirt and Dust.
For so many years, weathered by wind and rain, eroded and decayed, it's impossible to discern its former appearance, even the inscriptions are now indecipherable.
In the silence, the Seeder remained quiet, seemingly lost in thought.
"I dare to ask—"
The man with mournful white eyes lifted his head, puzzled, asking: "What exactly is on this? Could it be that the King of Compassion left some prophecy?"
"It's nothing more than remnants of the past..."
The Seeder extended his hand, brushing over the mottled, broken stone: "What prophecy can a lost traveler, unable to see their own path, leave behind?"
On the shattered stone tablet, the last glimmer of light emerged.
Like the revival of a prayer from a long time ago.
The last words left in this world by the King of Compassion and Generosity.
[Herein, return the molt of confusion to the world]
[Herein, sow the seeds of a new world]
A thousand, ten thousand years ago, the monk known as the King of Compassion and Generosity abandoned everything and passed on.
A thousand, ten thousand years later, the Holy Fool known as the Seeder awakened from the deepest darkness of the Vortex, opening their eyes...
The past has long become blurry, all former karma has been severed completely.
Even upon entering Nirvana, Ci Ji would not see all that followed as a continuation, right?
Even if there were a trace of connection across such an expanse of time, this heart and that heart would be entirely different.
Perhaps the beginning of myriad causes is but a branch of myriad sources.
The regret is, until the very end, what he hoped for never came.
A clear, bright world remains distant, the true nature of all things and phenomena remains unseen, everything becomes ambiguously twisted, increasingly indistinct.
I fear until total Destruction arrives, the answer shall remain elusive...
The Seeder questioned the stone tablet, "Having passed into extinction, why hold on still?"
Then, the sound of shattering emerged.
Before the Seeder's eyes, the greeting left for the distant future silently vanished.
The stone tablet turned to Dust.
No remnants left.
Only a distant soft sigh echoed endlessly.
"Superior's Great Evil, after all, has an end. From the start, the direction was wrong, no matter how much Ascension, downfall, it's just wandering in misguided paths, no matter how much insight and determination, it's merely an illusion."
The Holy Fool raised his gaze, looking out over the Vortex, at that dim, withered light as if the world were ablaze, "What future can there be in such a futile cycle of repetition?"
Only when all that's old is utterly destroyed.
A new world can then sprout...