In the end, a voice harmoniously resonated in their hearts.
Perhaps, it truly is.
Just as everyone was pondering these questions, a leader of the Zealots suddenly shivered: "Not good!"
He didn’t bother to speak, swiftly darting into the passage.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts earlier that he almost forgot there were several Zealot leaders inside who had no idea of the situation outside!
If they were to confront Kuai Hongji, the consequences would be unimaginable!
If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but among them, there was soone he got along with. He couldn’t bear to watch that friend turn to ashes.
...
Kuai Hongji never imagined these people could extend their imagination so far. Now he had already arrived at the iron gate at the end of the passage.
On the ground beside him were so ashes.
These were the remnants left after he burned the Zealot leaders to death.
When Lin Yi first entered here, several Zealot leaders closely followed behind him. Although they didn’t see the entire process of Lin Yi entering, they did witness the fleeting operation, then decided to ambush him here.
Now, with Kuai Hongji’s arrival, they were promptly ended.
Of course, this was mainly because Kuai Hongji felt he had wasted enough ti in the hall, so he only gave the Zealot leaders in the passage a chance to "move aside" twice.
Adhering to the principle of "never saying it thrice," Kuai Hongji naturally didn’t give them any chance.
Seeing the iron door, the light in Kuai Hongji’s eyes softened considerably.
He slowly lifted the old kerosene lamp, letting the light wash over the iron door, illuminating the marks on the door.
He reached out, gently touching the door as if touching mories of the past.
"Does it really an letting creations carry the will of the past..."
He murmured, lost in thought, then sighed softly.
"If you’re all gone... how long must these creations wait for their master?"
"... to wait for soone truly qualified to control them and not be contaminated by them?"
"Perhaps Ti will give us an answer, but ’Root’... won’t give us enough ti..."
He gently pushed, and the gateway that Lin Yi had struggled to open gradually opened before him...
The iron door opened just enough for Kuai Hongji to pass through.
Kuai Hongji carried the old kerosene lamp through the iron door, the dim light expanding his domain, casting its glow on the very limited area ahead of him.
"Hope you’re right..." Kuai Hongji murmured, repeating it again, but this ti with a different undertone, "Hope you’re all right then..."
The iron door slowly closed behind him, and Kuai Hongji cast his gaze upon the scene before him...
...
Shortly after the iron door closed, the leader of the Zealots who charged into the passage finally arrived, albeit late.
Looking at the ashes on the ground, he remained silent, and after a long sigh, he turned and left.
...
Beyond the iron door, Kuai Hongji’s sight fell on the ’Skyline’ architectural form ahead.
The passage of Skyline varied in width, the widest over five ters and the narrowest less than three. A stone stairway snaked upward, embedded in the wall as if hypothesized from nothingness.
At the stairway’s end, a misty white light source hung like a galaxy, with the Observatory just beyond the door.
Kuai Hongji seed like an old mountaineer, caressing the ’sketches’ on the stone walls along the way as he slowly ascended step by step.
As he touched the stone walls, certain textures emitted a faint glow at specific monts, as if responding to him...
"Right..."
"Wrong..."
"What does it matter?"
Kuai Hongji muttered to himself.
"Right is good, wrong isn’t bad either..."
"Is it not all... the road we ca by?"
Step by step, he ascended the stairs, and finally, his figure disappeared into the doorway shrouded in the swirling white mist.
Peace returned to the Skyline, with only the patterns on the stone walls along the passageways shimring with a ghostly blue light, slowly dissipating like will-o’-the-wisps...
...
May 12, X023, 2:08, the Observatory, sowhere dimly lit.
A dim candlelight suddenly brightened like a firefly, growing ever more radiant, eventually expanding to create a modest-realm. In the realm, Kuai Hongji, holding an old kerosene lamp, slowly erged.
"Ah, Observatory, dear Observatory..."
Kuai Hongji’s gaze swept over the Observatory, finally settling on the aged, rust-covered Celestial Sphere.
He approached the Celestial Sphere, with the glow in his deep-set eyes flickering as if recalling many things.
But suddenly, as if noticing sothing, he no longer approached the Celestial Sphere, instead moving toward a mural on the side.
The Observatory’s circular stone walls were covered with murals of varying styles from different eras. Among these murals, one imdiately caught Kuai Hongji’s attention.
It wasn’t a particularly large mural, and even among the many abstract artworks, it wasn’t particularly unique, yet Kuai Hongji still slowly walked toward it.
This mural depicted the outline of a human face, with a hand forming a mystical gesture obscuring half of the face, seemingly mundane.
Yet as Kuai Hongji approached, more details of the mural beca magnified.
The human-shaped outline was uneven, filled with jagged edges like it had been gnawed by insects, but upon closer inspection, the insect-chewed boundaries were actually constructed from countless tiny human corpses no bigger than grains of rice.
And the hand hiding half the face appeared illusory upon closer look, as if it didn’t exist at all.
Kuai Hongji stood before the mural, slowly lifting the old kerosene lamp to the mural’s edge.
The soft orange-yellow light poured down like ripples of water, yet the mural didn’t change much.
Kuai Hongji wasn’t in a hurry, simply confronting the mural in silence.
Ti quietly passed, with wisps of black-gray mist slowly seeping from Kuai Hongji’s body onto the bluestone floor, like a viscous liquid seeping upwards, gradually infiltrating the stone wall.
Kuai Hongji’s raised lamp happened to cast part of his shadow onto the point of contact between him and the stone wall, allowing the viscous black-gray mist to slip into the mural under the cover of the shadow.
The mural still showed no change.
Kuai Hongji remained unperturbed.
After another stalemate, ti reached 2:23.
The mural could no longer endure, beginning to squirm like living flesh.
As it squird, the face’s outline on the mural twisted, as if nurous Sacred Beetles crawled beneath the skin.
Then, an eye, connected by nurous blood threads, popped out ’poof’ and quickly retracted back into the mural.
Afterwards, it hesitantly tore open a crevice in the mural, stealthily peering at Kuai Hongji.
Seeing Kuai Hongji’s focus elsewhere, it once again bided its ti...
Finally, after Kuai Hongji finished observing the mural, he turned slowly, carrying the old kerosene lamp, as if completely unaware of the mural’s anomaly.
But at the mont he turned, the mural began distorting with massive rippling lines on its surface, unable to maintain its "mural" facade. Soon, it erupted in many small bubbles, one after another, ’poof, poof, poof...’ opening eye after eye.
The mural, teeming with nurous writhing, bulging eyes, resembled a rubber-made lotus pod squeezed by soone, with all its seeds bursting outward, eyes peering out like eyeballs.
They stared at Kuai Hongji for a long, long ti...
Suddenly, Kuai Hongji abruptly turned back.
All the big eyeballs instantly retracted, and the mural restored itself like players caught during "Red Light, Green Light."
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