The Holy Fool's Artifact cracked apart, and Bei Gong finally died...
Or so it seemed!
Master Craftsman had never been much of a respectable man while alive. He committed endless sins in life, and even in death, he refused to stop causing trouble.
Anyone passing by could spit on him in remembrance before leaving. Friends with diabetes, please keep your distance—don't let him get a taste of sweetness. Unfortunately, expecting something like this to die completely was ultimately a bit too much to hope for, especially with the King of Shit Haulers standing nearby. The consequences were always hard to contain.
Long before the Holy Fool's Artifact had neared collapse, Anvil Elder had already withdrawn his hand and instead intensified the reactions within the vessel. Adding fuel to the fire!
Sinking of the Four Seas, the divine essence of Stagnant Rot, Bei Gong's creation, even the projection of Doomsday Theory... Everything within the Holy Fool's Artifact that had failed to come into being erupted at once, spreading outward with a thunderous blast.
The tidal wave soared upwards.
A spot of black erupted across the present world and surged outward.
Just as Anvil Elder had always operated, there was always a plan, always preparation. Even when the situation worsened to its final point, there was always a solution—the incomplete Holy Fool's Artifact was discarded outright, and everything on the brink of collapse became a bomb. At that moment, amid the conversion between Great Evil and Superior Virtue, it burst forth, ravaging everything in its path.
But before that could happen, Heavenly Furnace had already reached out decisively. He had anticipated it!
What a joke. Who didn't know what sort of thing you were?
As if you would ever honor a wager after losing!
Once the Holy Fool's Artifact could no longer