The temple is in turmoil.
At the moment that Invisible force spread, all that was broken was reconstructed again. With the Secret Ritual enveloping the entire Crack Realm and that dual authority, it effortlessly turned the desolate scene into one of prosperity.
Countless shadows reappeared from the streets and buildings, reverently bowing towards the imposing figure at the center of the heavens and earth.
Moreover, not just shadows, but everyone hidden within the Crack Realm, the sufferers hiding behind the ruins, all were bent under the violent pressure of Gravity.
The tingling on the back, drenched in sweat.
As if an Invisible noose wrapped around the neck.
Kneel, bow down!
Amidst the majestic sound of bells, glorious light flowed beneath Ji Jue's feet, wherever he went, everything worshipped, heaven and earth sang.
In a single thought, recreates countless forms!
Even up in the high heavens, the shadow of the broken tower emitted a dazzling golden light.
Only Wuyou's roars and screams grew more intense and piercing.
Bloodshot eyes filled with Blood Tears squeezed out under the Gravity's suppression, trickling down, so horrifying and disgraceful.
What in the world could compare to such humiliation and punishment?
The lifelong obsession, sleepless nights and torment, even what ancestors dreamed of achieving, appeared in the enemy's hands.
No trace of aloofness and high status, sycophantic and submissive, just like a pet.
Called and dismissed at will, yet only to himself, nothing but disdain and contempt, as if a mere glance would soil his eyes.
"Why! Heirloom Seal, why—"
Wuyou roared, his body convulsed and struggled, but it was hard to rise, instead, he was pressed further into the dirt and filth.
Hard to breathe.
The only thing seen, was those two feet stopping in front of him.
As if viewing a clown.
"Did you see it, Wuyou, this is the disparity of the Heavenly Origin Path..."
"Some are destined to be trampled beneath others' feet, just like you."
Ji Jue lowered his eyes and sneered: "You and such ignoble luminescence, jumpingly small clowns, are obsessed and attached to nothing but the decay remains of eternal past, ultimately what you can achieve is but delusion and mirage.
Pathetic, lamentable, laughable, pitiable.
Little do you know, only by trampling so-called eternity, those who can truly create the future can encompass the universe, handle all phenomena, achieving the authority that reigns over all things!"
Such words spread in the dead silence of Crack Realm, gradually becoming thunderous, pervading everything.
Like Golden Rules, eternal truths and laws, engraved in iron and souls. Spreading beyond Crack Realm, echoing through every observation in the present world, resonating endlessly!
Making one surprised face after another gradually go dull, pale, feeling that terror as if above Heavenly Destiny.
Whether it's true or not...
Anyway, it's got to look real, sound intimidating, it's all about speaking skills, whether it's powerful or not depends on how well one can talk nonsense.
Just mindlessly dragging others down solves it!
It's merely a train-wreck of concept invention, tech boasting, and budget scams, these kinds of bullsh*t lines Ji Jue doesn't need brain-storming, could use toenails instead to create tens of thousands of non-repetitive lines!
As for pulling hatred, utterly hilarious, it is Lu Changsheng of the Evil Cult who's speaking, what's it got to do with Director Ji of the Coast Scooter Factory?
The purpose is to drag hatred!
"I thought today would be a gathering of heroes, expecting a good show, but turns out, only such jumping clowns among you. So boring, it fails to stir even a bit of interest,"
Ji Jue sighed softly: "Federation mediocre, Empire tiresome, Thousand Islands bustling, Central Earth disturbed. Superior's ranks are filled with self-deceiving insects, and Great Evil faction are merely such ugly creatures.
Just a few maggots squirming in a dung pit, wearing crowns like capuchin monkeys, failing to grasp the essentials, and even more of an eyesore."
Such sounds echoed in everyone's ears, so clear.
"Wulou Temple, Heavenly Heart Society, Xiu Feng, Blood Eye... since leaving Evil Cult, they've all fallen to mere dirt birds and stray dogs, only capable of self-slaughter like dogs fighting dogs, not worth a laugh.
Throughout the world, barely any notable persons can be found, even the so-called Heavenly Furnace..."
Ji Jue sneered towards the sky, indifferent, sighed from the heart: "Even now they are no more than a broken-down old dog buying end-of-life insurance.
Surrounded by a bunch of worthless scraps, kicked around like a ball, truly laughable."
The world remains silent.
Scarlet eyes looked back at the Crack Realm, astonished and shocked, or fiercely enraged.
Being commented on so disdainfully, countless people have already burst out in anger!
Even observers far across various corners of the world are dumbfounded and incredulous.
How does he dare?
Has he truly lived enough?!
Boom!!!
Crack Realm quakes, in the conflict, countless aftershocks or attacks swept across.
Yet amid consecutive booms and violent tremors, remained entirely unharmed.
Only Ji Jue laughed skyward, spread open his arms, appreciating those dark and hideous faces and cold stares.
Not a care!
As if surveying all from the clouds, arrogantly and so naturally, that Fierce Flame embodiment of a sinister smile is etched into each pair of eyes.
"Do you understand now?"
And within this fleeting silence, Ji Jue finally lowered his eyes, lifted his foot, stepping on Wuyou's face into the mire, indifferent torment, one step, another step, yet another: