socalfunplaces Chapter 1592 816: Fortunately
Chapter 1592 816: Fortunately
Deathly silent.
Jiang Tongguang staggered forward, gasping, staring intently at the enemy before him.
The remains were wordless, silent still, only Jiang Tongguang's expression shifting from shock to confusion, then to rage and madness.
He had staked his life, exhausted all his resources, compromised repeatedly with other Councilmen for the fourth entry into You Sui, until he was unrecognizable, a caricature even he despised.
For the sake of personal revenge, he didn't hesitate to send the talents of the entire Association to their doom, using all his might to reach this place.
He was determined to fulfill his mission, even if it meant dying.
Yet now, as he pushed open the final door, he found no trace of his enemy.
The enemy was already dead.
Dead?
How the fuck could you die?!
Stand up for me, immediately, now, at once!
He covered his face, roaring silently.
For a brief moment, he teetered on the brink of madness, nearly losing control under the frenzy. But in the end, it was the hypocrisy he had loathed over the years, and Gustav's final instructions before departure, that pulled him back from the edge of the abyss.
"Even if only one remains,"
At the final moment before farewell, the lonely waiting Councilman softly pleaded, "Please, try to bring them back."
So, he lowered his head and once again looked at the corpse before him.
Fully focused.
Confirmed beyond a doubt, this was indeed Bei Gong's corpse; the aura and marks were indistinguishable from Bei Gong, even the [Mutual Assistance] wound left by the Plowsmith on the chest matched the records within the Association.
He's dead?
But that's not right!
Upon regaining his composure, Jiang Tongguang shook his head decisively, "Something's wrong!"
The death of a common man is but a momentary fury, blood splattering within five steps, whereas an emperor's death causes the world to tremble, blood flowing like rivers.
The weight of life versus life is never equal.
Unlike Jian Yuan who roams free, Bei Gong was deeply bound to Zhi Fu as a Demon of Sin, almost considered an extension of Zhi Fu.
If Bei Gong died, Zhi Fu would suffer irreparable loss and devastation, triggering intense turmoil beneath the Vortex. Not to mention whether Ember would perceive it, every observation agency in the current world would likely detect the waves stirred by that death.
No matter if new life springs from it, the fall of a whale could never be so hidden.
But now, before him, Bei Gong was merely a desiccated corpse.
An empty shell?!
As he walked behind the corpse, he saw the small crack, as if a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon; something had escaped from its body...
At that instant, the truth was revealed.
"Transformation?!"
.
.
When the door opened, the belated waves finally rose from beneath the Vortex, spreading and blowing in all directions. The bad news transmitted to everyone's ears amidst the collision and intense shock between Superior and Great Evil.
The dice cup was finally lifted.
But inside there were no dice.
Just a corpse!
"...Did you kill him?"
Above the sky, the Heavenly Furnace looked at Elder Anvil nearby, that seemingly dying old man, unable to resist applauding in admiration, even bursting into laughter.
You actually managed this?
Worthy of you!
"Isn't it all thanks to what everyone bestowed?"
Elder Anvil was indifferent: "As fellow craftsmen, both under Zhi Fu, we can't just watch him suffer without achievement."
In a way, Bei Gong should have died long ago, perishing under the last attack by the Three Grandmasters... But the real straw that broke the camel's back wasn't the lasting injuries, it came from the Elder Anvil hidden behind the scenes.
Without needing much effort, just a gentle push was enough for the Mutated Craftsman Bei Gong, already deeply fossilized and unsustainable, to completely fall off the cliff, being fully assimilated by Zhi Fu.
To cover up Bei Gong's death, Elder Anvil went to great lengths, creating a door that sealed the black box, forever concealing everything behind the door in darkness.
As long as the door remained shut, no one would ever know.
For years, Bei Gong, burdened with heavy injuries, stayed in seclusion, never appearing in public. Yet the stable aura and the changes with You Sui made everyone firmly believe in his existence.
And his faction was increasingly swallowed by Elder Anvil, all his possessions gradually coming under Elder Anvil's control, until finally...
"Worthy of you, Old Turtle."
In an enlightening moment, the Heavenly Furnace couldn't resist applauding and laughing heartily, upright and leaning backward. Ignoring the division between enemy and ally, he almost wanted to cheer for the meticulously planned long-term endurance!
Not only the Four Seas' descent between Thousand Islands and the subtle Association infiltration; Elder Anvil had unknown years of preparation for this day!
Unless there was absolute certainty, there was no action taken; without guaranteed success, then hide and endure.
Wait for the time to come, wait for the heavens and earth to assist, wait for All Things Self-transform, All Things Self-complete!
When he finally stood before the stage, victory was already in his grasp.
Even now, there was never any pride or complacency. No matter how the Heavenly Furnace provoked him, he would absolutely not give this junior any chance to threaten him, wiping his face dry.
So, only one final question remains... The corpse of Bei Gong was cast into the workshop, hidden within the black box behind the door. Then, where did Bei Gong's life's creation and essence of decay go? Where did Bei Gong's soul and the demons created after his materialization go?
Where did they go?
No need to answer.
The Heavenly Furnace lowered his gaze, overlooking.
This is the answer.
Right under everyone's noses, right there in that Pillar of Descent!
Boom!!!
The sea and sky shook, amidst infinite wails, the loud crashes continued.
The Pillar of Descent, serving as disguise and concealment, collapsed with a thunderous roar. Amongst the crumbling stone pillars, the deeply hidden things silently sprouted...
Countless fragments and Mutated creations unfolded like a giant tree, spreading outwards in all directions. After layers of disguise were peeled away, a magnificent and turbulent azure flame surged skyward!
From the beginning, the Pillar of Descent did not need a second Craftsman Grandmaster to maintain it; the hidden creation of Bei Gong within was the best seed. Just a little water would suffice for it to take root and sprout, to grow luxuriantly.
This is a sacrifice, a refining.
Through the Descent of the Four Seas, accommodating the creation of Bei Gong rising from beneath the Vortex, executing the Embers of You Sui Decision and performing Transformation of Good and Evil, gradually steering the hidden Bei Gong inside from decaying creation towards Embers.
Using the craftsman in the You Sui as cost and material, with the counterattack of the Association as the flame, and with one's thought as the anvil, remake Bei Gong!
With this, Elder Anvil bowed his head, cupping his hands towards the Heavenly Furnace in gratitude: "Here, I must thank the fellows of the Association. This round of transformation of evil to good has washed away the last layer of rust and Dust from my creation."
"Is that so?"
The Heavenly Furnace nodded: "Then, why don't you kowtow to me."
"If necessary, I will."
Elder Anvil didn't hesitate, nor did he show pleasure or anger: "I am more curious about how the Heavenly Furnace of this era views my skill."
"Your idea is good, your craftsmanship is decent, and your preparation is complete. It's just that your thoughts are too underworld."
The Heavenly Furnace glanced over, clearly seeing through: "The Holy Fool's Artifact? Being able to concoct such a thing, even inviting high experts to the household won't help."
At this moment, the deeply buried Bei Gong within the descent, undoubtedly, was already dead.
Thoroughly materialized, his self had long dissipated without a trace, lacking even the slightest wisdom and instinct.
But for Superior and Great Evil, he undoubtedly still lived. Under Elder Anvil's magical hands, his Time Wedge and obsession, the creation and ideology he pursued in his lifetime, remains intact.
Even surpassing the past!
The world as the furnace, creation as the craft.
Bei Gong achieved himself through his own death... the final Bei Gong!
Amidst intense collapse and trembling, the Pillar of Descent gradually peeled away like a worthless eggshell, revealing the Mutated Heavenly Artisan nurtured within.
Like countless curled and tangled fingers kneaded together, constantly changing, the arms converged into mass, withdrew inward, transformed into a Vortex, suspended high between sea and sky.
Tears rained down like a storm from the heavens above, reflected in the vast sea turning crimson, as if blood, innumerable mutated limbs rose and fell within.
Illusion Light rose from within, spreading, projecting the apocalyptic vision upon the earth!
That is...
——[Doomsday Theory]!
Through the opening revealed by this Transformation of Good and Evil, Elder Anvil infused the Great Sin Essence into Superior, and more.
He intends to push the materialized Bei Gong to the position of Saint and Dragon, completely breaking the isolation between the Vortex and the current world, once more achieving a new Holy Fool!
Using the Descent of the Four Seas as a sacrifice, uplifting Bei Gong, through the Embers of Decay Decision's Transformation of Good and Evil, integrating it into the current world!
Furthermore, using this as both threat and deterrence, through the balance constructed by the current Transformation of Good and Evil, threatening everyone, restraining interference.
Otherwise, if the balance of good and evil were disrupted by external force, the resulting chain reaction could potentially blast open a massive gap between the worlds and the Vortex!
Once Bei Gong's creation becomes the Dragon of the current world, henceforth, it will be omnipresent!
Controlling Bei Gong from behind, Elder Anvil would ascend to the pinnacle, every craftsman's fate would be directed towards decay under the influence of Bei Gong's theory!
Through seemingly insignificant changes, direct all transformations towards disastrous outcomes, like the Sword of Damocles, poised to strike, forming a terrifying deterrent.
Perhaps he may struggle to bring achievements to craftsmen, yet with Bei Gong in hand, he can decide who fails, that one shall indeed fail!
Now, before everyone's eyes, only the final step remains...
Imprint all of this, mark this completed doomsday, indelibly upon Superior and Great Evil, weave it into the Heavenly Destiny!
When the dust settles, the dagger lies bare.
Elder Anvil remained silent, gazing at it all.
The most dangerous moment has arrived.
Confronting the strongest craftsman of the era, even throughout history the strongest Heavenly Furnace, Elder Anvil knew well the immense pressure and threat, therefore, he was entirely focused, bracing to meet a great foe.
Yet, the Heavenly Furnace remained unmoved.
As if finally realizing, he sighed slightly.
"Not too bad."
He breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely saying: "Not too terrible."