"You can see it, can't you?"
As though spanning time itself, Ji Jue within the future simulacrum looked toward the Craftsmen's Cellar of the past and smiled contemptuously. "Does it help?"
The instant those same words reached his ears, the weight of Celestial Origin suddenly descended, crushing the Craftsmen's Cellar's body into dust.
The Craftsmen's Cellar had been prepared. He had already transformed into a shadow and blinked backward.
Like a lizard shedding its tail.
He left behind the incomplete Water Moon Robe, which turned to ashes completely in Ji Jue's hand.
The moment he steadied himself, the Craftsmen's Cellar's hair stood on end. Within the future illusion, he heard Ji Jue's warning: "Next, I might appear behind you."
"Be careful."
The instant he spun around in alarm, Ji Jue's figure arrived as though answering an appointment—arriving late.
"Left," he said.
Pan Ying's bloody radiance cleaved down. The erupting Blood Flame lit up the sky, shattering an ancient, crude shield covered in bronze rust to pieces.
The shadows beneath Ji Jue's feet suddenly expanded. The shadow beast that chose its prey and devoured it, summoned by its creator, had not even had time to take shape before it was trampled to pieces.
"Middle."
The future Ji Jue declared it again. Then, just as he had said, the present Ji Jue extended his hand once more, raised it, aimed it at his face, and pressed down!
Disintegration Art · Scene Tremor!
BOOM!!!
The arm he hastily raised before his face snapped apart, turning to flying ash beneath the Scene Tremor.
Amid the scattered dust, Ji Jue raised his hand. Between his gathering fingers, Zhanlu's lightning shot forth again like a spear, issuing another prediction: "Heart. Be careful of disintegration on the right hand."
Behind Ji Jue, sharp blades that had shot