Myriad Things Self-Transformation

"What truly good material and fine jade."

Fernan stared at the face that had shattered and reorganized itself once more, murmuring softly. He made no attempt to conceal either his admiration or his contempt and disdain.

He knew Ji Jue was experimenting.

He was using his enemy—and even Ji Jue himself—for repeated attempts, constantly trying to climb the peak before his eyes.

Even if he had fallen and shattered an unknown number of times.

Yet right before Fernan's eyes, Ji Jue, who had originally possessed no ability to fight back, broke through his established limits again and again, holding on for longer each time.

The height he climbed gradually surpassed even theoretical limits.

This had nothing to do with talent.

It was a more hidden, profound, and unwavering obsession—an obsession as unyielding as iron and stone. Was that not the essence of embers?

Even when driven onto a dead end, he still could not cast off that arrogant heart that thought too highly of itself.

But so what?!

Who wasn't like that?

Just as Fernan had never refused Ji Jue's futile challenges time and again, Ji Jue had likewise never completely destroyed the last shred of Fernan's foundation as a celestial being.

This was not mercy, but a confrontation staked on their lives, souls, and the dignity of artisans.

In a struggle with no end, victory and defeat again and again slowly reversed the score. Amid infinite trial and error and endless possibilities, they would exhaust every last stroke of luck.

Among countless victories and defeats, only the true victor, the true winner, the truly stronger artisan, could stand until the end.

The Capable Rise to the Top!

Artisans were freaks like that. They prided themselves on rationality, yet rationality had never truly mattered. They placed incomparable value on talent,