Four hundred years later, the authority of the Swordsmith descended upon this deathly silent city once more.
The Hand of Imperial Rule controlled everything, turning a blind eye to the Tower's Shadow running rampant, even cooperating in all that he intended to do.
Non-Aggression corrected and recreated everything. The spreading Flames of Burning Palace surged through countless spiderweb-like Spirit Essence Circuits, cheering and leaping as they rose without end.
An invisible great net had already been woven.
Amid singing that seemed to come from hell.
"What is this?!"
Worry-Free Duke's pupils contracted. The shadows beneath his feet churned like silt, and puppets and corpses crawled out from within. One soul after another, dissolved into those shadows, emerged amid wails, endlessly cycling through forms as they questioned him.
At last, the incomplete skull once known as the Artisan lit up its eyes and stared blankly at the blurry emblem upon the shell.
And so, the fear and nightmares of old seemed to have been awakened.
"Jian... Jian..."
The puppet trembled and shrieked, "Jianyuan!!!"
Smack!
At that instant, a crisp sound rang out.
"It was about time to begin."
Amid thick smoke and ruins, atop the broken Tower, Ji Jue lowered his gaze over everything before him. At last, he raised both hands, drawing upon countless Spirit Essence Circuits.
Close!
In an instant, what burst forth between his closing hands was a Bell Toll that resounded through heaven and earth.
High and piercing.
The vast Rift World suddenly shook. The collapsed Hall of Audience Tower was restored beneath the pull of the Heavenly Origin Law, while towering Blazing Light erupted from the five great towers beyond the Sacrificial Temple.
Like a hand slowly spreading its five fingers, once again drawing everything under its control.
A piercing hum rose from Under the Nine