What rushed toward him was boundless radiance.
It was as if he had suddenly arrived upon a broken bridge, standing before an abyss.
Past and future stood arrayed on either side of the present, then fell into the same darkness.
The instant dazzling Spiritual Substance light surged from the scepter, Ji Jue's consciousness was swallowed by a torrent of phenomena.
As if falling, toward the true marrow of all things. As if rising, toward the heart of heaven and earth.
His soul and senses spread from his body, enveloping everything, covering all, turning the entire Rift World into his own body.
When the Prophet undid the final seal, the Deus Ex Machina that had endured until now finally achieved complete success, thoroughly covering the workshop and making Ji Jue the true master of it all.
The true ruler of the Rift World.
Yet he felt no joy or delight. All he heard were endless wails and cries.
From the past, from the present.
Within the ruins reflecting one another, beneath the shadow of the broken Heavenly Origin Tower, he watched those figures weeping blood and crying out as they walked toward the abyss again and again. When he turned back, he saw the futile cycle of birth and death struggled through by countless creations upon the earth.
The same pain and despair lay to his left and right, like the two pans of a scale, yet tangled together in the same place, cycling through an endless hell without end.
He needed to make a choice.
But why did he have to make a choice?
Why must he seek the heavier side among all this suffering?
He wanted to question the Prophet. What right did he have to pity them? Was his own nature, that selfishness he had hidden away, truly