Once again, he drew his sword. Once again, he stepped forward.
Once again, he began to destroy, eradicate, and slaughter, uprooting every aberration from the face of the earth...
Ji Jue made his choice without hesitation!
Kill!
Then kill again!
And keep killing after everything had been killed!
Until everything before his eyes, warped beyond recognition, was burned to ashes. Even if, in the end, everything returned to its starting point, as long as he existed for even one more day, this world would not be allowed to wallow complacently in such ugliness!
The flames ignited once again.
The apocalyptic scene underwent change and recreation once more. Everything old was burned to ashes, everything remade fell into the mud pit again, and then the flames came once more.
Time seemed to accelerate without end. Tragedies played out again and again, and doomsdays arrived one after another.
Once. Once! Once again!
An endless cycle began, with no end in sight.
After dozens, even hundreds of cycles, the flames the craftsmen had transformed into seemed to dim faintly, as though they had begun to waver... How long did they have to keep killing before it ended?
How much did they have to change before it could end?
How long did they have to persevere before there would be results?
When the world naturally fell into the mud pit, all they could do was reach out again and again, futilely dragging doomsday further into the future.
Yet when they looked back at everything before their eyes, they could find no reason for the fall, nor could they obtain the final answer.
There was only endless overlap, until they gradually became numb.
Until the cycle began once again. Amid the rolling yellow sands, the craftsmen raised their heads once more and looked towards the