novelraw Chapter 1349 - 680: Born in Dust, Returning to Dust
Chapter 1349 - 680: Born in Dust, Returning to Dust
In the midst of the world spinning, Hu Jian was flung out.
Too fast, so fast that he couldn't even feel the pain of fractures or the dizziness from a concussion, as if he were a leaf being helplessly tossed by a whirlwind, falling.
In mid-air, he was caught in the mouth of an extending dachshund-like head, so effortlessly, then the dog opened its mouth, licked his face, and the sticky saliva spread, healing the wounds and restoring once more.
In the belated daze, Hu Jian finally opened his eyes, dazedly looking at the scene not far away.
The brutal shadow that descended from the sky!
At this moment, layers of silver radiance entwined, blood flames erupting, the ruthless figure cleaving down, inscribing a meandering arc-shaped slash in mid-air.
Crimson winding.
And a head thus flew up and fell down.
The stone face shattered, crumbled, turned to dust and ashes.
No trace of the past could be seen anymore...
Yet at this moment, a violent howl unexpectedly rose from the headless neck.
It suddenly propped up its broken body, under the shackles of the Flame-shaped Sword, the iron stone transformed once again.
The headless monster, in its death throes!
Then, it abruptly came to a halt...
Ji Jue's palm lifted, the Pan Ying Blood Blade already thrust into the monster's neck, boldly advancing, until the hilt, with a twist of his wrist, a blasting roar.
Blood flames erupted like a tide, as if a flood, ravaging inwardly, as they spread layer by layer, insatiably devouring.
In an instant, it swallowed all of the mutant Disaster Beast's Blood completely.
On the blade, the mark of the Blood Arm trembled, dim light circulating, seemingly excited and delighted, having hit a windfall in the White Country not long ago, and now another gluttonous feast. When the Dust Workshop was emptied of its stored Disaster Beast's Blood, the incomplete Sacrificial Master mark finally had its last piece filled, returning to perfection.
Now Pan Ying stands supreme, with three of the Six Wickedness complete: Fungus Group, Scar, Blood Arm!
When these three were in place, with the advance of Sheng Xie's completion, there seemed to be a resonance in the darkness, causing the outlines of the other three to faintly appear in response on the spine of Pan Ying.
Even though still incomplete, Ji Jue was suddenly moved, and suddenly felt the names of three Sacrificial Masters emerge from his perception.
—[Dead Soul], [Frenzy Hunting], [Swallowing Death]!
Until now, finally figured out what the Six Ancient Ghosts were called!
This saves Ji Jue from having to search high and low like a needle in a haystack...
It's just a pity, these days Legions are all over the place, countless heirlooms of Sacrificial Masters exist, with unknown aliases and pseudonyms publicly declared, it's not much better than looking for a needle in a haystack.
Ultimately, it's about luck.
Just start looking...
Maybe one day, in the midst of searching, it will appear right before his eyes?
Ji Jue slowly withdrew the blade, looking down to examine it.
After such long-term tempering by Ji Jue, the sword now faintly revealed traces of vermilion red amidst the flowing blood light, and the form reaching the three-foot state of perfection was just two inches away.
Looks simple.
The final tempering and reforging of these last two inches is more troublesome than forging a Zanlu or Chun Jun anew!
This depends both on skill and luck, no wonder the Nine Forms is the hardest to achieve, with the most Swordsmiths perishing.
It's not something that can be expected in the short term.
Ji Jue sighed with emotion, raising his head, only to see the beast of the workshop, burned by fierce flames, frozen in place, with cracks spreading and flames extending.
A series of spasmodic convulsions, merely chaotic reactions like nerve reflexes, were already at their end.
Just a gentle push with a hand...
Before others could act, Ji Jue took the last head.
—[Dissociation Technique·Jing Zhen]!
Boom!!!
The silver radiance, like ripples, spread inch by inch from the fingers, where it passed, iron stone crumbled, the workshop collapsed, and the massive monster entirely turned into ruins and dust.
After the unrealistic illusion dream broke, no trace of the old castle and workshop was left.
Born from Dust, destined to return to Dust.
No matter how much aggregation, the time to disperse will eventually come...
The captain continued to smoke his pipe, neither sad nor joyous.
Yellow Beard silently withdrew the Flame-shaped Sword, silently sighed. The veterinarian, with a faint smile, watched all this, having never shown any real emotion from beginning to end.
Only the dumbfounded Hu Jian wandered among them, recalling his time studying here, Belzuna's strictness and guidance, unable to suppress tears anymore.
Ji Jue...
Ji Jue was already stunned.
A single dissociation technique, it was as if an oil well had exploded, feeling like an ocean tide of essence converging, swallowing him completely.
On the watch, after accumulating for so long, the originally half-empty [9] instantly filled... the excess, indigested, kept cramming into his soul.
Sustaining!
Too sustaining!
Sustaining until blood streamed from seven orifices, smoke emanated from his whole body, sparks flying on the entire iron body, instantly heated red, almost exploding.
"Hrr, hrr, hrr..."
Ji Jue's eyes turned white instantly, having never consumed such a large portion!
Who told Old Deng of Belzuna to connect the whole structure of the workshop in order to animate it!
Formation means formation, loss means loss... as a result, Ji Jue's dissociation technique caused the entire workshop's structure to explode, the intake nearly blasted him apart.
Waste?
Waste is not possible! Even if it means bursting, not a drop should be wasted!
In the midst of the swirling and spinning, he staggered backward, panting heavily. The rebirth form and his flesh kept transforming, twitching for a long time before finally catching his breath, regaining consciousness and perception.
He noticed Huang Xu standing beside him at some point.
Huang Xu looked indifferent. Seeing him recover, he casually withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened.
"Thank you, Great Craftsman," Ji Jue laughed.
Huang Xu snorted coldly, "How do you know I wasn't planning to take on a job if you lost control?"
"I understand, I understand!"
Ji Jue threw his arm around Huang Xu, patting him on the arm with an understanding look that almost made Huang Xu's fists clench involuntarily.
I really didn't need to glance at you...
In the end, everyone turned to the captain.
"Execution completed, well done,"
After checking, the captain nodded and said, "Pack up, let's prepare to head back."
Having said that, he moved to the side, filled a pipe with tobacco, and started smoking by himself while looking at the stars and moon.
All the killing and arson were done.
Up next, it was time to divvy up the spoils.
What are you waiting for...
Everyone had been waiting for this moment!
The dachshund stretched again, opened its mouth, and its body swelled rapidly, swelling and swelling, as if inflated, its belly bulging, then suddenly vomited out!
Boom!
An entire room, swallowed whole, crashed down on the Ruins.
"The material library is right here," the vet smiled slightly, "Don't accuse me of hogging. The lock isn't even opened yet."
Immediately, amidst the silence, everyone's eyes turned to Ji Jue.
Ji Jue unhesitatingly rolled up his sleeves.
The material library of any workshop is absolutely crucial. One could almost say that the main assets of the entire workshop are stored inside—materials, blessings, and even collected creations.
Therefore, its security and defenses are unsurprisingly tight.
Even more robust than the main entrance.
Moreover, the internal supply of spiritual quality is completely independent, and the weight is shocking, capable of crushing ten or eight Ruins or vortices without a problem.
Without a special matrix as a key, or the correct sequence to unlock and specially matched spiritual transformation, forget about picking the lock, Huang Xu swinging a flame-shaped sword might not get it open even after an entire night.
It's just a pity... babbling on, try telling my Dissociation Technique!
After pondering for nearly half an hour, Ji Jue finally found a gap, and without triggering a self-destruction sequence, he and Isis worked together to obliterate all external structures completely.
The door thunderously opened.
The centuries-old collection of Dust Workshop lay before everyone's eyes.
"Hold on—"
Just as everyone was about to begin their free shopping, Ji Jue suddenly raised his hand, blocking the way.
Amidst various surprised or playful gazes, he slowly said, "I give up on all creations in the collection. Can I choose first from the materials and blessings in the library?"
For a moment, there was silence.
Even the captain was slightly taken aback.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure," Ji Jue smiled slightly, indifferent, "I've been working on a big project recently, investing a lot, and my funds are tight."
Even if of equal value, some things are simply rarer and more precious than others. Indeed, materials and blessings are precious, but compared to the many creations collected by Dust, they don't quite measure up.
The key is... value is subjective.
For many major workshops, they have plenty of these materials at home, or they have their channels and connections. But for Ji Jue, he has nothing, while the project requirements are increasingly outrageous, with no end in sight.
Since he put it that way, everyone was happy to oblige.
"Totaling one-fifth of the value, you go first."
The captain nodded.
Thus, Ji Jue, without a second thought, casually grabbed a pile of equipment from the Ruins, and after invoking Mechanical Descent, he proceeded as if leading a caravan, heading straight in to start collecting goods.
Then... he was at a loss for choice.
This he wanted, that he wanted, unable to tear his eyes away or take a step.
Grinding his teeth, picking and choosing for ages... he ended up taking one-third of the total stock, the cheapest stuff, all snatched up by him.
This could be called an overnight fortune.
Seeing that no one cared about those workshop devices carrying materials and blessings, Ji Jue cheerfully pretended not to realize those counted too.
This is what I picked up!
Then, he noticed Hu Jian's gaze.
In the silence, so complex.
He ultimately said nothing more.
At this critical juncture, he didn't put on any airs of dignity. Honestly taking what he should have, he then set aside a box full of materials.
And then, casually placed it on Ji Jue's mechanical mule.
Thanks? Or something else?
Ji Jue couldn't figure it out, nor did he return it.
If you're willing to give it, then give it.
Consider it a thank you.