Myriad Things Self-Transformation.
Through countless cycles, endless destruction and correction, amid innumerable entanglements, the most suitable vessel had emerged, naturally receiving the favor and empowerment of the Principle of Tragic Work.
Not even Ji Jue himself could stop it.
His consciousness grew muddled and dazed, until even his sense of self was seized and controlled by obsession in turn.
What people found hardest to face was themselves—their true selves, selves they had never anticipated, selves countless times stronger than who they were! Under the creation of Tragic Work, his utterly fallen self!
Amid this seemingly natural transformation, the completely out-of-control Ji Jue instinctively followed his own desires and began to remake everything once again. Yet when he truly wielded this power, cutting off every possibility of Tragic Work causing trouble or mutating, what he created was a silent world where no change or uncertainty remained.
A world that had been killed.
The sky was hollow, the earth barren. Amid countless streams of iron light across the mortal world, all things seemed frozen. Numberless machines and colossal structures converged, turning into a city that covered everything.
Within the Three-Phase Flow, all materiality and spirituality were thoroughly squeezed dry and extracted, remade into forms that would never decay. Every living being fell under his control, becoming puppet-like creations with no freedom or future left. All that remained were souls housed within bodies of steel, laboring endlessly in repeating cycles.
The apocalypse had been stopped—eternally cut off.
In its place came a brand-new apocalypse!
And driven by obsession, the Three-Phase Flow's refinement was still continuing... expanding without end, gradually spreading as it threw all phenomena of heaven and earth into a new refinement once more!
Something seemed wrong.
In his daze, he struggled to think, yet could not understand what was wrong.
Myriad