It was like a leaking mine shaft had been ignited.
The raging flames of destruction that consumed the Empire's grand achievements grew ever more furious, like maggots clinging to the bones, penetrating the marrow and soul, enveloping every corner in an instant.
Just as the black darkness swelled continuously, in the midst of the burning, countless withered bones suddenly turned into flying ashes, spewing forth and rising into the sky.
Right amidst Wuyou's heart-wrenching cries and screams.
Pleading, wailing, submission, cursing, promising...
Words were no longer of any use!
Heavenly Destiny?
No one believed in the so-called Heavenly Destiny more than the Eternal Empire.
If not for Heavenly Destiny, how could there be such a glorious era? If not for Heavenly Destiny, how could they create an unparalleled legacy comparable to eternity?
The Emperor united with Heavenly Destiny, distributing the positions of all things in the world, establishing the distinctions between the high and the low of all living beings.
Rich by fate, poor by fate; many by fate, few by fate; order by fate, chaos by fate; longevity by fate, premature death by fate...
But this seemingly glorious and eternal existence, is it truly ordained by Heavenly Destiny, or merely an excuse for you to lead beasts and feast on humans?!
If this is the so-called 'Heavenly Destiny,' then offer this flame, sublimated from soul and blood tears, to the Heavenly Destiny you represent!
Let's see, what difference is there between the ashes of nobles, the ashes of commoners, and the ashes of the so-called Emperor?
Amidst countless lamentations and cries, the flames will consume everything!
To hell with Heavenly Destiny! To hell with the Emperor! To hell with the Eternal! Since you are so proud of this evil deed, then accept the consequences of your creation!
The moment the first wisp of flame rose from bitterness and struggle, it illuminated the end of the Eternal!
And now, as the endless pitch-black flame encircled his fingertips, Ji Jue felt joy and elation from within his soul.
The joy and fulfillment from the Matrix, as if finally, after a long and arduous journey, he had found a part of himself again, keeping this flame permanently within Ji Jue's blood, soul, and Matrix, merging as one, flowing ceaselessly.
It told Ji Jue:
Its name is [Non-Life]!
Born from the iron law of so-called Heavenly Destiny, germinating under the shackled control where even breathing was restricted, eventually erupting in the flames that annihilated the Eternal.
The pitch-black flame is merely the facade; its essence is the 'backlash' that manifests from the Embers Furnace, fueled by countless grievances and blood tears as kindling, the invisible Heavenly Artisan!
Just like the reaction force of power.
The greater the disparity, the more rigorous the Rank, the tighter the control, the more violent this backlash when ignited.
When encountering ordinary governance and order, it can still be called peace and silence, but when facing bloody and brutal law and harsh control, it will reveal its ferocity at all costs!
As long as any trace of unwillingness and resentment remains within the controlled and shackled spiritual quality and consciousness, it will be infected by this flame, becoming the medium and fuel, spreading unchecked.
Even if forcibly extinguished under suppression, as long as the evil law exists for one more day, it can resurge from the spiritual quality at any time, relentless and unyielding!
The flames that once consumed the Empire's palaces were not merely simple fire but the result of endless blood tears and the accumulation of white bones beneath the high walls, the evil consequences personally forged by the Empire in its so-called eternity!
Now, the same evil consequence befalls Wuyou Gong.
When Ji Jue's spiritual quality guided the Fire of Fate into Wuyou Gong's soul, all he could feel was the blood and wails mired in the seemingly endless mire.
How many souls were buried within, unable to be freed even in death?
Upon sensing the arrival of the Fire of Fate, under the constraints of the Heavenly Essence Law, those sorrowful, shattered residual spirits surged towards it, as if singing triumphantly, though instinctively aware that they would be burned to ashes, they willingly turned to Dust, dragging Wuyou Gong into Hell with them!
Hell has descended.
The hell created by Wuyou Gong himself now welcomes Wuyou Gong.
In the black flames that ravaged the mire, Wuyou Gong's soul fell into the thrall of innumerable residual spirits, as if being devoured by countless ants, ignited, struggling and roaring mightily but sinking ever deeper.
The ability to transfer harm and substitute death through the Heavenly Essence Law originally, had become completely useless and received no response.
Only the sound of shackles breaking persisted in the ear.
In the Federation, Thousand Islands, Central Earth, and even the Empire... throughout the entire real world, countless people awoke as from a dream, lifting their eyes to find breathing smoother than ever, as if the noose around their necks had been loosened.
And just like on each island, the majestic statues and symbols crafted in the likeness of Wuyou Gong, ignited with black flames, crumbled into pieces.
Along with his subordinates tethered by the Heavenly Essence Law...
The Fire of Fate spread wildly, impossible to contain!
——The Tower's Usurper has thus met its ultimate end!
At this moment, not only all the onlookers, but even Changle and An Guo, who had awakened one after another through different Secret Rituals and the Heavenly Essence Law, were stunned, horrified, cutting off all senses within the Crack Realm, terrified to the core.
The original jealousy and rage swiftly vanished. In its stead came an unprecedented sense of relief and gratitude.
Who could have predicted that the flame, which could only be used to burn temples in Wuyou's hands, would transform into such a terrifying thing in the hands of that individual!