Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1584 812: In the Darkness

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In the crisp sound of friction, the delicate trembling of the spring echoed.

The skinny craftsman next to Ji Jue raised his hand, and the music box opened. A sparse and chilling melody rose from the box, filling the entire workshop. Everyone's movements remained calm as usual, quietly taking out boxes one by one, distributing items, disguising themselves, without a single person raising their head to look outside.

The giant eye's act of opening and drawing closer abruptly stopped, its hollow pupil reflecting an illusory scene, unable to transcend time.

At the moment the melody played, time inside the workshop began to accelerate by hundreds of times, causing everything outside to become as slow as a turtle's crawl.

Without any sign or anomaly, being in it felt perfectly normal, as in the reverberation of the music box's melody, everything naturally operated at high speed.

Ji Jue took the lead, walking toward the Melting Furnace. He opened the door, tossing in a lot of prepared waste materials, then 'awkwardly' manipulated a series of Mutated Transformation techniques to begin crafting disguises.

And right behind him, the 'Nameless Craftsman' who was still holding a dachshund, forcefully pried open its panting mouth. After a rough squeeze, the dachshund immediately vomited more than a dozen small pieces of meat. The sticky saliva dripped down, landing on the pieces, which quickly swelled and sprouted. Soon, the bodies of various men, women, old and young grew from the meat pieces.

Among the remaining people, some began to implant residual spirits, some started materializing the bodies, and others injected them with the essence of many Great Evils. Finally, cosmetic surgery was done, and they changed into new clothes.

Lastly, after meticulous arrangements, the job was done.

When the music box's melody suddenly halted, the accelerated time returned to normal, and what erupted in the workshop was a deafening blast.

The Melting Furnace exploded, countless fragments flew, and within the Fierce Flame, creation fragments violently shook, utterly losing control, triggering screams and shouts.

Amid the dilapidated workshop, the 'craftsman' guarding the furnace collapsed to the ground, and saw that malicious and grim giant eye. Trembling and terrified, he repeatedly kowtowed, wishing to open his mouth and explain.

But alas, it was too late.

It seemed as if an invisible force clutched his throat, rendering him voiceless.

The luminescence within the giant eye spread like water, seemingly scanning the heaven and earth, thoroughly exploring the workshop, searching for any flaws and suspicions, until every panicked figure was completely engulfed.

Cruelly dismantling like a disassembled machine, extracting souls, digging into any clues until all taboo-breaking craftsmen turned to ash.

Thus, the giant eye slowly left after its search.

What was left in the illusion was only utter devastation.

But that wasn't the illusion.

Rather, it was the opposite; they were.

Ji Jue looked around, finally raising his head, gazing at the seemingly unremarkable, broken chandelier above. It silently illuminated everything, casting the boundary of light and shadow.

Everything within the light and everything within the shadow was thus divided. They hid in the shadow of the workshop, like the darkness under a lamp, with layers upon layers of illusions ahead.

Everyone remained silent, not even breathing a sigh of relief, their actions never ceasing, methodically tidying and preparing.

You Sui's internal probing was like a Heaven and Earth Net. Their discovery was actually anticipated, with contingency plans already in place.

The Association's transportation didn't go directly to You Sui but, under the meticulous operation of the Plowsmith, passed through two levels of Great Evil's transit, veiled in layers of disguise, only observing slight ripples related to the Gate of Eternity.

Even if that giant eye exhaustively searched the scene, all it could see was a bunch of daring, clumsy craftsmen quietly running to the outskirts of You Sui, violating taboos, secretly engaging in related creations and refinements.

Such affairs were all too common.

The Association's craftsmen liked to make mischief. At least with the Punishment Team overhead, having already reached You Sui, could they still hope for the craftsmen to strictly adhere to orders?

With scapegoats crafted on-site by the Association to take the fall, they had already seized the time to switch locations, hiding in another safe house disguised as ruins.

Just as the Association seeped into You Sui, over the years, the Punishment Team also quietly infiltrated You Sui, silently preparing in the shadows, enduring and lurking until today. Even if, in the next moment, Jiang Tongguang told him he buried a bomb beneath Elder Anvil's seat, Ji Jue would somewhat consider believing it.

Having changed places, changed appearances, even changed faces, all the craftsmen here were now looking at Jiang Tongguang and the figure beside him.

The slightly older middle-aged woman didn't disguise herself, merely sitting in an ancient chair, her feet covered with pale fine sand, almost burying her bare feet.

A pendulum-like Spirit Pendulum fell from her hands, revolving back and forth in the sand. Countless grains seemed to slightly tremble, subtly changing, revealing a vague figure.

"What's the outcome?" Jiang Tongguang asked.

"What else could it be?"

The divining craftsman gave a wry smile: "Everything is normal, all ten deaths and no life. Besides, no unexpected twists or dangers can be perceived.

Currently, there is no trace or investigation against us, the names and resolution are still under lockdown."

She took a deep breath, her voice gradually becoming hoarse:

"Hurry up, everyone; time is short."