msmithbooks Chapter 1486 752: Urgency (Part 2)
Chapter 1486 752: Urgency (Part 2)
From today onward, ride horses, chop wood, and build New Quan City!
Thus, the little figures that popped up before Ji Jue's eyes began to grow more and more, dancing with increasing joy!
"No, Isis, in these two days, I've had seventeen or eighteen blackouts, just like taking some mushrooms, the hallucinations are getting more and more absurd, is this normal?"
Ji Jue pressed his buzzing head, always feeling something was not quite right.
"This is quite normal, sir."
Isis calmly replied: "According to my observations, everyone is highly supportive of the regulations you introduced, all expressing their willingness to contribute to your grand plans and to give you a new set of clothes.
You wouldn't want to refuse your employees' good intentions, would you?"
"Is that so?" Ji Jue was bewildered.
"Yes, that's right."
Isis nodded decisively.
Then probably there was nothing wrong, although it seemed that something might not be quite right.
But the Secret Ritual of Chixiao was steadily advancing, even incredibly effective; in just a couple of days, Ji Jue felt as if ten to fifty percent of the heavy pressure on him vanished, while a sort of illusive lightness enveloped him.
It was as if invisible hands were slowly lifting him up.
According to the narrative in the Nine Forms, when all the burdens vanish, and the swordsmith feels as if they're moving with the same force as heaven and earth, the Red Cloud Foundation is considered a great success.
And how it might develop further depends purely on fate.
There's no choice; there are too few examples.
For hundreds of years, only a few ancestors in the Ye Family managed to establish a new foundation overseas.
Apart from the six Honor Guard Swords prepared for the Emperor during the Eternal Empire period, there are very few references. And truly successful ones? Not a single one, even if some replicas were made, they were used by the main branch to suppress the sub-branches' rebellions, effective internally but embarrassing externally.
Can't count on them at all.
Have to do it ourselves!
Today, the impact brought by the true orthodox Tian Yuan is obvious and immediate.
New Spring and Central Earth aside, the entire Luo Island visibly stabilized, no longer in panic, continuing to operate in an orderly fashion.
It wasn't a sudden overnight improvement, but a gradual change that seemed natural.
Perhaps it was the impact of the Heavenly Essence Power, yet it's invisible and shapeless; everyone is in it, yet who can say for sure? If one were to ask, the answers would vary widely.
Mr. Ji isn't panicking, so why worry? The help hotline is reachable, nothing to make a big deal over. The coast is still paying salaries daily, today's greens are nice, better go and exchange for some quickly. Patrols are still ongoing, and those iron lumps, once you get used to them, are quite cute... Sea Locusts? Oh, right, that was something, indeed last night I saw a large swarm burnt to ashes. The reaction was quick, just that the noise was too loud and kept people from sleeping, could you help with the reaction?
Perhaps it's the Heavenly Essence Power that stabilized the situation, or maybe it's only after stabilization that there's room and basis for Tian Yuan to exert itself. Who plays a bigger role, which came first, is like the age-old question of the chicken and the egg— while it holds little meaning when investigated thoroughly, pondering on it somehow deepens one's understanding and insight into the Superior.
The so-called Superior Tapestry, a compilation of all past and future, an aggregation formed by myriad entities, isn't it made up by the intertwining of these insignificant fibers?
Grains of insignificant dust gather into mountains, numerous ordinary people use a lifetime's toil and life and death to contribute a part, dyeing these fibers with the colors of their joys, sorrows, and laughter.
Even the lofty Chosen One is merely a node interwoven by the warp of Heavenly Destiny, and perhaps even the grand and majestic Saint, in the grand panorama of past and future, is simply a pattern within.
And now, what would one consider oneself?
A tangled knot of errors? Or a stain that taints the entire painting?
Ji Jue gazed out the window at the seemingly unchanging night, and after coming back to his senses, gave a self-mocking sigh.
Avoiding lofty aspirations, focusing on the here and now.
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Under the same night sky, on the sea, flames burned fiercely.
A legion of Blood Flames surged and spread, igniting countless decaying Disaster Beast corpses, and amidst the artillery, the Sea Locusts gathering faintly around the city were successfully annihilated.
In the triumphant victory songs, the Yamen Fleet made a mighty patrol, displaying this force of safeguarding the homeland and receiving rounds of applause during the broadcast.
In the distance, the well-defended core main district of the Yamen Islands was brightly lit, as if bustling and prosperous as ever. Unfortunately, the surrounding districts were dimly lit, or even plunged into darkness.
After days of earthquakes and storms, in the shantytowns piled up, full of scars, only the buzzing of mosquitos and flies could be heard.
On the foul narrow streets, there was a dead silence, rubble everywhere in the ruins, and even decaying corpses left exposed and unburied.
Crack.
A soft and faint sound.
Beneath the shanty ruins and waste, a broken Sea Locust body suddenly twitched, amidst the mucus, torn eggs hatched a palm-sized larva.
In narrow crevices, it arduously shook its body, sloughed off liquids, and wriggled its way towards the rotten's scent, biting into the decaying corpse, devouring heartily.