Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1578 - 809: Far from Harmonious, Far from Simple_2

Before becoming Heavenly People, a single Superior served as guidance, to complete oneself as an origin stone; after becoming Heavenly People, one takes the Time Wedge as foundation, weaving multiple Superiors, and gradually explores whether the source or the End one pursues for oneself.

In this very process, from a tiny point, complex patterns are formed; from a single tone, it turns into riotous color. Even by borrowing the warp and weft of the brocade weaving, it extends toward the beginning and end of all phenomena.

The past and the future, the beginning and the end, the origin and the End… everything is encompassed within this piece of brocade composed of a grand myriad of phenomena.

Thus, the Superior and the Chosen One complete each other, verify each other, reflect each other, and in an almost infinitely close approach, fuse into one.

Compared with the pattern of the Heavenly People, the current Ji Jue is nothing more than a tiny pixel in the infinite brocade, a node formed by the overlapping and interweaving of warp and weft.

No matter how he swells, no matter how he spreads, no matter how much powerful strength he grasps, he will still be confined within this single point.

This is an absolute disparity in magnitude and quality: no matter how dazzling the moon in the Mirror is, it cannot compare with the real moon; no matter how splendid the fireflies, they ultimately cannot reach the radiance of the blazing sun…

Put simply, a Heavenly People beating him is like beating a dog.

The existence of the Time Wedge has already allowed the Heavenly People to Anchor themselves in the brocade, sublimating into an even higher shape.

As for Ji Jue, he hasn't even sorted out the prototype of the Time Wedge—the Circle Realm.

The Circle Realm of the Transcend Rank is itself the foundation and starting point of the Heavenly People's Time Wedge, like pulling the warp and weft of the brocade, overlapping each other, laying down a "knot" named Ji Jue.

With so many inheritances on him, with the residual legacy of the Saints in Non-Attack and the subtle influence of the edge of transformation, Ji Jue is already fully capable of tying the knot.

Yet, right now he's just that little bit short…

He's still outside the door.

After all this time, this damned door just won't make the slightest movement!

Or rather, there is movement, and compared with others it's already ridiculously fast, but for Ji Jue, who urgently needs a qualitative change right now, it's still too slow.

Can't this grooved Transcend be like Rebirth, just sleep it off and be done with it?

He was starting to get anxious.

His vision was going dark from reading, his back ached all the way to his skull; Ji Jue let out a feeble sigh, walked out of the great library, passed through numerous checkpoints, pondering where to find something to eat, and then once again, again, again, again, saw Jiang Tongguang.

"I thought you were going to stay in there until the seven days were up."

Jiang Tongguang teased, "Looks like you've gained quite a bit."

"Yeah."

Ji Jue nodded, took the wine cup the other handed over, drained it in one go, immediately feeling a streak of icy cold slide down his throat, explode in his stomach, and spread through his whole body. He couldn't help shivering, his fatigue vanished, and his mind was clear and refreshed.

Good stuff!

"By the way, doesn't the Association have any other receptionists?" Ji Jue asked in confusion, "Why is it that everything gets pushed onto you, a director, to run back and forth?"

"..."

Jiang Tongguang's expression twitched; he opened his mouth, then held back: "You damn well won't look at how much trouble you've stirred up. If it were someone else, could they handle it?

Since the Association is giving you face, don't throw it away, all right?"

"Fine, fine." Ji Jue nodded.

It's also because it's Jiang Tongguang, and also because it's Ji Jue.

Neither of these two takes the identity of director seriously; when they talk, they hold nothing back, like drinking buddies arranging a meal. If either one of them were replaced by anyone else, both sides would keep a hundred-thousand-meter social distance and eight million layers of caution in their speech.

"So what's this that's made you trouble Your Old Excellency to grace me with your presence?" Ji Jue asked. "Don't tell me it's starting already."

"Not now, but it won't be too long either. Just be ready at any time."

In the deathly silent hall, Jiang Tongguang didn't explain in detail, just turned to lead the way ahead: "Come with me, your advanced benefits have arrived."

He said, "Someone wants to see you."

"Who?"

Seeing how serious and solemn he looked, Ji Jue was slightly taken aback, then suddenly understood, and then… couldn't help feeling disdain, not bothering to hide it: so that old dog finally couldn't hold back and is going to bark at me again?

Why is it that every time he shows up, it's to pressure me!

Can't you pick someone else to fleece?

"Be serious, this is not what you're thinking!"

Jiang Tongguang looked back, offering a heartfelt reminder: "Keep respectful, keep humble, absolutely no negligence, and absolutely no offense, understand?

Otherwise, even if that one is broad-minded and doesn't pursue it, the Association won't shield you. If you talk wildly, eighty percent of the craftsmen will regard you as an enemy."

He said, "The one who wants to see you is His Excellency Carrion Eater."

In an instant, Ji Jue's face changed dramatically; the frivolity and laxness vanished.

He ran both hands through his hair, smoothing it neatly; after shaking the Dust off his clothes, he solemnly took off the master's badge on his chest and replaced it with the emblem of the Tide Sound Workshop.

The spirited young man stood at attention.

Not a hair out of place!

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"Even if he wants to be serious, there's no need to be this serious, is there?"

The old lady on the recliner looked at Ji Jue and sighed slightly, "Xiao Jiang, did you scare this young man too much? Since when has my temper ever been that bad?"

"…Before we came, I told him that if he offended you, the Association would definitely hold him responsible, and eighty percent of the craftsmen would see him as an enemy."

Jiang Tongguang brought over two cups of tea and spread a thin blanket over the old lady's knees: "But I figured he wouldn't care about consequences like that in the slightest."

He paused, looking at that bastard's overly solemn manner, and sighed helplessly: "Please rest easy, Your Excellency. The reason he's this serious absolutely isn't because of me."