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Chapter 647 Sealed Rift
Chapter 647 Sealed Rift
"Let's begin."
Tang Zijun said no more, and slowly raised her hands, palms facing each other.
A vast and pure power of spacetime primordial energy began to condense between his palms, no longer a violent impact, but transformed into countless fine, resilient, and shimmering blue energy threads, like billions of the most precise sewing needles.
Chang Lei also took a deep breath. From under his tattered tailcoat, dark red energy spread out like a living thing, forming a viscous, constantly writhing energy swamp at his feet.
The two exchanged a glance, needing no further words.
The next moment, Tang Zijun's dark blue suture needles pierced the smallest spacetime cracks at the edge of the barrier with precision, like a torrential rain. Chang Lei's dark red energy followed closely behind, like a living fluid, flowing wildly into the depths of the cracks through the channels opened by the emerald green energy threads, forcibly bonding and sealing the shattered spacetime fragments.
Chi Chi Chi!
Two forces with diametrically opposed properties, yet perfectly complementing each other at this moment, collided violently with the chaotic spacetime turbulence and the defensive rules of the singularity, emitting a piercing sound of annihilation and fusion.
The chaotic area at the very heart of the Forgotten Canyon is like a huge, festering wound, undergoing a breathtaking surgery performed by two invisible scalpels representing the extremes of order and chaos.
To be honest, Tang Zijun is better at using energy to attack than to use energy. For example, he can perform a perfect knight kick in any form. However, he is somewhat lacking in energy control.
As it turns out, stitching up a hole in a space is far more difficult than kicking one open. This reminds Tang Zijun of a saying: "Precision is the difference between surgery and slaughter."
The azure card at Tang Zijun's fingertips hummed and vibrated, the great power belonging to the God of Time and Space transforming into countless slender yet resilient strings of order, precisely piercing the most minute temporal folds at the edge of that invisible barrier.
Chang Lei roared, and the dark red deceptive power was no longer used for concealment and destruction. Instead, it transformed into a viscous, magma-like energy flow with a strange quality, closely following the blue string of order and fiercely pouring into those torn dimensional wounds.
Two forces, with vastly different natures yet miraculously working together for the same goal of repair—the deep blue representing absolute order and the dark red symbolizing the cohesion of chaos—collide and merge like two raging galaxies at the edge of the rift, annihilating and being reborn.
Each surge of energy is like a scalding cleansing and forced stitching of the wounds in this chaotic spacetime.
As the restoration progressed, astonishing changes occurred.
Centered on Tang Zijun and Chang Lei, at the forcibly mended spacetime rift, space is no longer a simple healing process, but rather like a shattered kaleidoscope, shooting out countless prism-like fragments of spacetime. These fragments are not static, but refract as if they possess life.
In an instant, the two seemed to be in a dynamic, ever-changing dimensional prism labyrinth. Countless historical echoes from different points in time in the Forgotten Valley were disturbed by this violent spacetime restoration, like a film sunk to the bottom of the sea being pierced by strong light, projected clearly yet fragmentedly around the two.
They saw a chaotic laboratory control panel flash by, the screen displaying alarming, wildly fluctuating energy readings that were pushing the limits. The researchers in white lab coats had extreme terror frozen on their faces. The next second, the scene was engulfed by blinding white light—the last moments before the quantum accelerator went out of control and exploded.
The view suddenly zooms out, no longer showing the interior of the laboratory, but the entire island, with its azure ocean and lush greenery.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, pure white light burst forth from the center of the island. It was not the light of an explosion, but the light of space itself being torn apart and dimensions being forcibly crushed.
Wherever the light reached, the seawater instantly vaporized, and the island was crushed and collapsed like putty by an invisible giant hand. The rocks flowed like melted wax under the superdimensional power. When the white light dissipated, the original island no longer existed. In its place was this bottomless canyon that emitted an ominous purplish-black mist.
The scene shifts rapidly, showing the remains of a massive ring-shaped accelerator, flowing with highly radioactive fluorescent liquid, resembling the skeleton of a behemoth, after the explosion; the first expedition team to be torn apart by radiation and distorted spacetime after mistakenly entering the canyon; early mutated, ferocious radioactive beasts crawling among the jagged canyon walls; and a human settlement built on the edge of the canyon cliff, watching the surging purple mist below with fearful and wary eyes.
Closer fragments revealed a purplish-black mist, no longer merely radioactive dust, but beginning to possess a viscous activity, writhing like living things. The rock surface softened unnaturally, becoming fleshy. The image of the first victim of the spacetime displacement flashed before his eyes. In the horrified gaze of his companions, his body was stretched and torn apart by an invisible force, disappearing into the suddenly appearing spatial folds.
These fragments of history, like fast-forwarded film reels, rapidly rotate, flicker, and overlap around Tang Zijun and Chang Lei, who are doing their best to repair the cracks in their relationship.
"They are the memories of the Forgotten Canyon."
This is the complete medical history of this cursed land falling from the pinnacle of civilization into a twisted abyss.
Every flash of the accelerator's explosion, every fragment of the collapsed island, every roar of the mutated beast, every afterimage of life disappearing into the folds of time... all brought a heavy, suffocating sense of realism.
"I see...
Tang Zijun's pupils reflected the devastating white light and the scene of the island collapsing, and the azure strings of order she controlled with her fingertips became even more condensed.
He finally understood the root cause of the land's distortion: the failed quantum experiment had not only destroyed the island, but also torn a wound in the membrane of the material world that would never heal, leading to an unknown dimension.
Forgotten Valley is the embodiment of this wound in the real world. The subsequent accumulation of negative energy, the chaos of spacetime, and the formation of the Furnace of Pain are all the result of this original wound becoming infected, festering, and deteriorating over the long years.
Chang Lei also silently watched the flashing fragments, especially the early mutated beasts and the figures that disappeared into the folds of time and space. The emotions surging in his blood-red eyes were complex and difficult to understand.
The source of this land's suffering and madness is humanity's touching and loss of control over forbidden powers, and he and the "evil" he represents are, to some extent, products of this kind of loss of control and chaos.
The two fell silent, focusing their minds even more intently on the repair process, pouring all their power into it without reservation.
The azure strings of order and the dark red solder of chaos intertwined into a giant net, tightly binding the surging spacetime rift. The fragments of history in the dimensional prism, like embers that had burned out, quickly dimmed and dissipated.
Cracks spread across the isolation barrier like a spider web, emitting a faint yet piercing cracking sound. Under the suppression of the dual forces, the purplish-black vortex core collapsed unwillingly, like a malignant tumor drained of its vitality, with only a last stubborn pulse resisting.
The sealing process has reached its final stage.
Just as Chang Lei took a deep breath, preparing to transform the last vestige of greed within him into the most domineering sealing wedge, to completely nail down the gates of hell—
Tang Zijun's movements paused for a moment without warning.
His brow furrowed slightly, and his deep, star-like eyes suddenly lifted, not to gaze at the closing rift, but piercing through the surging purplish-black mist above the canyon, through the polluted sky of the wasteland, and even through the barriers of the material universe, reaching that ineffable... higher-dimensional void.
An indescribable gaze, like a cold, invisible probe, pierced Tang Zijun's senses without warning.
It didn't come from the crack itself, nor from a dream or some corner of the wasteland; it was a transcendent sense of existence, like a giant standing outside a glass bottle, looking down at the ants inside with a keen interest and a kind of inhuman, irrational curiosity and indifference.
The gaze was not malicious, but it carried a chilling sense of alienation and absolute aloofness.
"The Gods of the Era..." Tang Zijun's lips moved silently, a knowing look and a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He instantly understood the source of this gaze. Only those beings who stand at the ends of time and dimensions, overlooking the changing of eras as if watching a play, could have such a detached, and... unpleasant, gaze.
He finally noticed this place, noticed the wound that had been forcibly torn open and then painstakingly stitched up.
"What's wrong?" Chang Lei keenly noticed Tang Zijun's unusual behavior and the momentary energy stagnation. He scanned his surroundings warily with his blood-red eyes, but found nothing. He could only look at Tang Zijun with a puzzled expression.
Tang Zijun slowly withdrew his gaze from the void, the turmoil in his eyes instantly subsiding, returning to a deep and calm state. He gave Chang Lei a very slight wave, signaling him to continue.
"It's nothing serious. I'll leave the final seal to you." Tang Zijun's voice remained calm.
Chang Lei's bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly. He knew Tang Zijun too well. Beneath that moment of looking up and her seemingly calm tone now lay a discovery that could overturn any understanding. But he also knew that this moment was of utmost importance, so he nodded heavily.
"Don't worry, we personally hammered the coffin nails into it. Even if the God of Mirror Devouring Greed came, he wouldn't be able to pry it open again."
Before he finished speaking, Chang Lei's entire body surged with dark red light. The viscous power of greed was no longer used to mend the wound, but instantly condensed into huge, dark red energy wedges covered with ferocious barbs. With his domineering will of extreme evil origin and the "solidification" characteristic of the law of deception, they smashed into the most critical, cracked nodes on the rift barrier like battering rams.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each impact caused the entire space to tremble. The purplish-black vortex emitted a final, desperate shriek before being forcibly pierced by the violent dark red energy. Then, as if cast in molten iron, it was sealed tightly, and the barrier completely collapsed. In its place was a chaotic patch made of Chang Lei's solidified power of greed, radiating an ominous dark red glow, and absolutely rejecting all passage through time and space.
The rift was forcibly sealed.
Just as the final patch was completed and the dark red light completely covered the core of the rift, Tang Zijun moved.
He didn't look at the seal that Chang Lei had completed, nor did he pay attention to the canyon that was slowly calming down. He took a step forward, and what he saw was not solid ground, but rather ripples of dark blue spacetime spreading out beneath his feet.
"Where are you going?" Chang Lei's heart skipped a beat as he watched Tang Zijun take a step into the void.
Tang Zijun's figure became somewhat blurred in the deep blue ripples, but his voice came calmly, carrying a sense of timelessness.
"To accomplish my goal this time..." Tang Zijun tilted her head slightly, her gaze seemingly once again fixed on the end of that high-dimensional void, a faint, cold smile curving her lips.
"Let's go to the end of time... and have a good chat with that 'God of the Epoch' who's been spying on us for so long..."
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of eerie blue light appeared.
Tang Zijun's figure vanished instantly into the surging ripples of time and space, like a reflection cast into water, leaving only a slowly calming aftershock of energy in the same spot.
Chang Lei stood alone in front of the crack that had been forcibly welded shut, with a dark red, solidified seal beneath his feet and the still murky wasteland sky above him.
He looked at the spot where Tang Zijun had disappeared, then looked up at the deep, unsettling void.
Beneath the mask, a trace of solemnity and worry, which even he himself did not notice, flashed deep within his blood-red eyes.
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