Sweeping over him was an infinite glow.
It felt as if he had suddenly arrived upon a fractured bridge, standing before an abyss.
The past and the future, arrayed on either side of the present, plunged into the same darkness.
As blinding spiritual light surged from his scepter, Ji Jue's consciousness was engulfed by a flood of phenomena.
Like falling, towards the true essence of all things. Like rising, towards the heart of heaven and earth.
His soul and senses spread from his body, enveloping everything, covering all, transforming the entire Crack Realm into his own form.
When the Prophet unlocked the final seal, the Mechanical Descent that had persisted to this day finally succeeded in its entirety, cloaking the workshop above and making Ji Jue the true master of it all.
The true ruler of the Crack Realm.
Yet he felt no joy or pleasure, hearing only endless wails and screams.
From the past, from the present.