civilwarnovels Chapter 1483 751: Heavenly Constitution (2)
Chapter 1483 751: Heavenly Constitution (2)
Even without Ji Jue, Tong Shan was still the top priority for consideration, leaving Jin Wuyan completely out of the picture.
Standing on the wrong side, doing dirty work, ruining his reputation.
Jin Wuyan got all three, what did he have to compete with others? Yet even up to his death, he never understood how he fell short.
This is Tian Yuan.
The shackles and closure of Tian Yuan, the suffocation and difficulty within, even surpassing other Superiors. One false step, even if life is carefree, the slow political death is enough to drive any Chosen One still hoping for progress insane.
Back then, Ji Jue not joining the Security Bureau was, in some sense, the best choice.
No matter how well the Security Bureau treated craftsmen, there was still a glass ceiling, the difference and distance between technical and managerial positions was beyond measure.
On the contrary, only by showing real value and ability outside the system, could one be courted to the fullest extent, while also avoiding internal restrictions within Tian Yuan to the greatest extent.
Of course, the most important prerequisite for all of this is having someone above…
That afternoon, three blessings were already sent into the Doomsday Special Train, into Ji Jue's hands.
[Receiving the Talisman], [Golden Rules], [Hundred Years' Handle].
Each is a heavyweight component in the Heavenly Origin Blessing, external grade qualitative change, each a white moonlight in Tian Yuan's heart, a cinnabar mole in dreams.
[Receiving the Talisman] represents the authority granted by heaven, the favor of Tian Yuan.
Comprehensively enhances the Chosen One's control power over their domain, elevating the priority of their own orders, and suppressing and downgrading other interventions.
[Golden Rules], within the scope of control, turns control into orders, becoming iron rules of universal truth, able to arbitrarily promote followers and dismiss rebels. It can even target certain powers and ranges. Under the orders that manifest Superior and dispel Great Evil, it's simply perfect for tackling Mutated Transformations. After cutting off the changes in Ember, it can further make craftsmen like Ji Jue, who like to improvise on the spot, drink heartily!
[Hundred Years' Handle] needs no more explanation, just looking at the name, you know it greatly reduces the endurance consumption of the Heavenly Origin System, and the effects and time and even stability of its own orders are greatly extended.
To decide the universal law with one word might be exaggerated, but by investing spiritual quality, to make a place barren for a year, without any rain, is a piece of cake.
And these three blessings, through special processing and qualitative change, combined with the Secret Ritual of Nine Forms Inheritance, can form a Blessing Chain.
Its name is [Heavenly Constitution]!
This is the key core needed to forge Chixiao, and also the biggest hurdle that makes it difficult for Chixiao descendants to achieve greatness among the Nine Forms.
As mastery advances, Ji Jue increasingly feels the importance of inheritance and guidance; without a guide, even if given the Nine Forms, he wouldn't know how long he'd waste.
The teacher previously letting him temporarily abandon Chixiao was indeed correct; too many restrictions, too high demands, without foundational prerequisites, he can't grasp the essence no matter how much time he spends.
Fish Intestines is the same.
Fish Intestines might be even more extreme than Chixiao—when a commoner gets angry, blood splashes within five steps. To achieve Fish Intestines, one must truly kill a tyrant and social scourge to consecrate the sword and sharpen its edge!
It's about cutting Tian Yuan, and it must be that kind of drastically reversed high authority Tian Yuan. The bugs of the Seven Cities aren't even fart, and the tyrant isn't qualified either.
In the whole world, there are truly only four or five who qualify, among them the simplest are the Federation President and Empire Emperor...
Otherwise?
Kill Pang Pei and that Empire People's Guardian? Whether it's dreaming or seeking death, it's really hard to tell apart.
Even if Ji Jue really wants to achieve something, he can only wait until the next Nirvana to start team building...
Chixiao is the same.
To achieve Chixiao, one must be able to wield power and authority. The greater the power, the wider the influence, the more stable the control and governance, then Chixiao's quality is higher.
Because of this, in four hundred years, among the craftsmen of Ye's Nine Types Inheritance, countless have forged fakes, but not a single genuine one!
Only one has truly qualified as genuine!
That is the second emperor, the ancestor of Ye's bloodline, who wore the truly genuine Chixiao.
When the Eternal Empire collapsed, Chixiao had disappeared together with the Empire, nowhere to be found.
Gone, completely gone, not hidden away by someone, but truly buried with the Empire. Thereafter, Tian Yuan split in two, even having governed the Federation and Empire, is doomed never to recreate the true Chixiao brilliance.
But... there's no need to play that big, right?
As long as it's usable, it's okay if it suffices.
Ji Jue even modified the Giant Que explosively, fused with Zanlu, let alone Chixiao.
The era has changed, obsessing over the form and function of the sword is inferior, if truly wanting to kill, isn't Pan Ying useful?
No wonder the teacher looks down on those Ye Family wastrels, holding onto ancestral laws without daring to change, even scheming to trip up and increase difficulty for descendants; what potential do they have?
Oh ancestor, back then your craftsmanship wasn't ruthless enough, nor absolute enough!
Watch me make it happen for you!
At this moment, in front of the Melting Furnace, Ji Jue stands with hands behind his back, feet not touching the ground.
Gazing at the rising Flame Light before him.
Just like this, hmm... hanging suspended in mid-air.
Engaging in a robust tug-of-war via his mind and workshop, thanks to the rebirth form not fearing strangulation, otherwise he'd end up on the annual Ember joke list.