Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

For a moment, the entire world seemed to be at a standstill.

Quickly, everyone realized... it wasn't just an illusion.

It was reality.

At the instant when the five fingers of that hand spread open, all things froze!

The surging, scorching red molten steel, the sparks shining like stars, and even the burning wind rushing toward them, everything under the palm's shroud came to a complete halt.

In the midst of his frantic running, Yellow Beard only felt a chill rise from his marrow, and darkness before his eyes... Indeed, it was darkness, no mistake about it. The moment Ji Jue raised his hand, a terrifying void appeared in the perception and observation conveyed by the workshop. A point of pitch black emerged in the world illuminated by light.

It was as if something brutal, cold, and undeniable forcefully extracted that area from the entire workshop!

Completely seized that domain from the workshop!

Seized it into the palm, kneading it at will, ravaging it as he pleased, experimenting casually with the insights and experiences just gained.

And so, right before everyone's eyes, the stagnant molten iron instantly solidified, transforming into angular crystals, stacking into a bizarre post-modernist sculpture.

Restoration.

The materials on the brink of explosion were twisted back to their original shape once again.

However, the metal crystals, immediately in the next moment, collapsed again, dissolved, and resumed the unfinished reaction, transforming at a dizzying speed.

Dissolving, annealing, constructing, extraction, overlapping, reforging, repeated like this, while the apprentices were still dumbfounded, watching the spectacle not knowing what happened, all present craftsmen were already frozen in place, unable to believe their eyes.

This process, which required an entire workshop, cooperation of over sixty specialized pieces of equipment, sixteen different production lines, and the close cooperation of over a hundred apprentices, totaling six major stages, and eleven repetitions to complete, was displayed before everyone's eyes in less than half a minute.

And yet...

Still not satisfied!

"Eleven times?"

Ji Jue hooked his fingers, saying indifferently, "Twelve times would be fine? Hmm, thirteen? Fourteen... I see, the material's limits?"

It's still possible to try, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!"

As if dancing on the edge of a knife, walking a tightrope over an abyss, yet seemingly effortlessly, with the sound of continuous cracking and peeling, a large amount of impurities flew up like snowflakes, separating, and layers of seemingly alive steel were continuously overlaid with runes, constructing a brand-new shape.

Until the moment the twenty-second reconstruction was completed, a brilliant light blaze burst from the seemingly transparent metal crystal.

Crack!

A crack suddenly emerged.

"Not good..."

The craftsmen, coming back to their senses, instinctively took a step back, screaming, "It's going to explode!"

Material Overload, spiritual conflict!

At the moment the twenty-two-layered rune steel was completely finalized, the predetermined collapse and explosion manifested in Ji Jue's hands, yet what followed wasn't a shocking explosion but a sound as if crystals were growing.

Like the cracking glaze of freshly fired porcelain, a fine, rain-like melodious sound erupted between Ji Jue's fingers, and countless slivers of piercing light shot out from the myriad fractured seams!

Those were blades!

Countless blades surged forth like a waterfall from the fracturing brilliance, clattering to the ground, with clear, crisp sounds continuously echoing, one after another.

When Ji Jue's fingers finally loosened, a small mountain formed by countless swords was already towering within the workshop.

The forms were diverse, ever-changing, from bare knuckles to short daggers, single-handed swords, short blades, long halberds, spearheads, morning stars, and even the Flame-shaped Sword favored by Yellow Beard...

Every unopened edge was filled with an eerie chill, seemingly ravenous, waiting to devour anyone.

More terrifying were the rhythmic, breathing-like delicate patterns on the blade bodies, without any sign of carving, flowing like clouds and water, as if naturally formed.

A total of seven hundred and forty-one Association-standard swords, all weapons forged from the utmost top-grade rune steel with twenty-two reconstructions!

Each one was flawless, so beautiful it was dazzling.

The twenty-two rune reinforcements, which ordinary craftsmen needed to ponder over painstakingly, practice through countless burnt nights, and still could barely touch after investing decades of time, now sprouted ferociously at Ji Jue's wave of a hand like bamboo shoots after rain.

Right behind Ji Jue, after a long silence, Yellow Beard bent down to pick up a long sword from the ground and brought it up close to observe. The moment his hand was raised, everyone instinctively moved closer, eyes wide, holding their breath.

Awaiting with bated breath.

Go ahead, overseeing craftsman!

Go ahead, I'm begging you!

Hum——

As the bent finger flicked, a delicate and unbelievable sound resounded throughout the entire workshop, diffusing gently, lingering for a long time.

Behind the protective goggles, every pair of eyes contentedly squinted, immersed in that distant chime.

"... Good sword."

Yellow Beard lowered his eyes, gazing at the weapon in his hand, tossing it into the arms of the subordinate beside him.

"Alright, pack it up. Consider it the tuition fee from Master Ji." He said slowly, "If you're unlucky, you might not witness this kind of opportunity again in your lifetime."

"Oh, Great Craftsman, when did you arrive?"

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