A dull thud rang out. Light flashed beneath Ji Jue's hands, followed by a faint tremor emerging from the blade, humming uncontrollably.
Amid the incessant crackling, fissures appeared along the sword's spine, unable to bear the burden, spreading all the way to the guard.
It had completely collapsed!
After enduring hundreds upon thousands of successful and unsuccessful Disintegration Art impacts over the past few days, the sword had finally had enough and was thoroughly worn out. Like a camel that died with its eyes open, it had swallowed its last breath in humiliation beneath the final straw.
A dreamlike wisp of faint light slowly rose from the cracks and fell into Ji Jue's hand, instantly absorbed and digested by Deus Ex Machina.
"Whew—"
Ji Jue tilted his head back contentedly and let out a long breath, nearly bursting into tears.
He had finally gotten his first hit since returning from the Rift World!
Pure! Proper! This was the taste!
So damn good!
Feeling countless fragments of images rush towards him, along with the agony of seeming to become steel itself, Ji Jue clenched his hands, flexing his fingers.
At last, he had taken another step along the long road of the Path of Embers.
What a joyous occasion! What a joyous occasion!
But before he could enjoy himself for long, he once again saw the progress on his Wristwatch...
After the number [1] had been filled, the number [2] finally showed the faintest speck of color—so faint that he would not even be able to make it out without a magnifying glass.
It was not even one percent. They would have to start counting after the decimal point!
The more work he did, the less money he earned.
The higher the progress bar rose, the longer it became. The more