I risked my life, using the butterfly effect to shatter the immortal realm.

Chapter 125 This sword strike didn't draw blood, but rather a five-hundred-year-old melon!

The Taiqing Sword was still humming.

The high-frequency vibrations made the eardrums of thousands of people present go numb.

After Yu Liang shouted "We're all one family!"

The scene collapsed.

The tense and menacing atmosphere instantly transformed into an eerie awkwardness.

The wind dared not blow, and the clouds dared not move.

Several unfortunate men with broken legs, who were about to wail in the ruins, swallowed back the screams that were about to come out of their mouths.

I dare not call out.

Whoever speaks up at this moment will be the sinner who breaks this earth-shattering gossip.

The pig was the fastest, digging its head deep into the ground with its two hind hooves, its rump sticking up high.

It lives a long time, it understands.

Those who know too much about the private lives of powerful figures usually don't survive more than three episodes.

midair.

Xuanweizi's chest heaved.

He held his breath for so long that he almost suffered internal injuries from suffocating.

We can't fight anymore.

If the fight continues, regardless of the outcome, the Qingxuan Sect's reputation, built up over three thousand years, will be ruined.

They'll be drowned in the mud by the spittle of tens of thousands of eyes.

Clang.

The Taiqing Sword transformed into a stream of light and returned to its sheath.

Xuanweizi reached out and adjusted the sleeves of his Taoist robe, which had been torn by demonic energy, and stood up straight.

Even if your hair is messed up, even if you're panicking inside, you can't lose your sect leader's dignity.

"Master."

Xuanweizi spoke, his voice steady and calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Today's events have blown up far too much."

He pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

Zizhu Peak has been leveled into flat land.

The cultists and righteous disciples mingled together, staring at each other, too tired to hold up their swords, yet afraid to put them down for fear of losing face.

"If it's a personal matter, let's settle it privately."

"If you bring tens of thousands of demonic cultivators to press your advantage, all I can do is activate the mountain-protecting formation. When the bloodshed becomes a river, it will be a laughing stock for both the Eclipse Moon Sect and the Azure Profound Sect."

These words were perfectly watertight.

This is the dignity of adults, and also the rule of the game for those in power in the cultivation world.

As long as things don't completely fall apart, everyone can sit down for tea, discuss interests, and divide up territory.

pity.

The person standing opposite him was not a cult leader who believed in rules.

Instead, she was a woman who had been insane for five hundred years.

"The greater good?"

The leader of the Eclipse Moon Cult smiled.

The laughter was soft, yet it felt like a rusty saw blade tugging at everyone's nerves.

She stood barefoot in the void, not even glancing down.

Those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were fixed on Xuanweizi's sanctimonious face.

Two holes need to be burned into it.

"Xuanweizi, you're talking to me about righteousness?"

She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the cold, dark gold mask on her face.

The movements were gentle, like caressing a lover's face.

"I have no grand principles, I only have inner demons."

"Five hundred years ago, what did you do for that so-called transcendent state, for this broken chair? Have you forgotten?"

Xuanweizi frowned deeply.

The events of five hundred years ago are too chaotic.

In order to take over as the sect leader, he severed his emotional ties and sealed his memories, so how could he clearly remember any specific incident?

"This humble Taoist priest—I don't understand what you're saying."

Xuanweizi shook his head, his tone becoming more serious: "If there's any misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstand?"

The leader of the Eclipse Moon Cult suddenly raised his voice, sharp as a ghostly wail.

boom!

The demonic energy exploded like boiling water, shattering the surrounding space inch by inch.

"Then I will destroy your path today, to give your heart of stone a good wake-up call!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The person has disappeared.

It's not a movement technique; it's directly tearing through space.

The next instant, a delicate hand, imbued with boundless hatred, struck Xuanweizi's chest.

There were no fancy spells, only the terrifying demonic power unleashed by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This is a suicide attack!

"madman!"

Xuanweizi was shocked and instinctively drew his Taiqing Sword to parry.

A blast of air exploded.

This isn't a battle of magic; this is a fight to the death.

The leader of the Eclipse Moon Cult completely abandoned her defenses. The Taiqing Sword Qi cut through her arm, and blood stained her black dress, but she didn't even flinch.

She only wanted to take a piece of flesh from Xuanweizi.

"Who are you?!"

Xuanweizi was forced to retreat step by step, and the Taiqing Sword almost slipped from his hand several times.

He had never seen this style of play before.

Each move was deadly, yet it carried a deep, unforgettable sorrow.

This sorrowful feeling caused his Dao heart, which had long been "forgotten of emotions," to tremble violently.

"who I am?"

The leader of the Eclipse Moon Sect gave a bitter laugh, and instead of retreating, he advanced, charging headlong into the incomparably sharp sword energy of the Taiqing Sword.

"You dare ask who I am!"

It's sizzling!

The sword energy tore through the protective demonic energy and slashed fiercely at her black gold mask.

Click.

The crisp sound was clear and piercing.

The dark gold mask, which symbolized the majesty of the supreme demonic ruler and had never been shown to anyone, shattered from between his brows.

Countless golden fragments scattered like butterflies, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

This moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to breathe.

Beneath the mask, there were no blue faces or fangs.

It was an extremely beautiful, yet tragically beautiful face.

Time has not left its mark on her face; instead, it has deepened her captivating charm.

But those phoenix eyes, which should have been full of affection, were now bloodshot.

The most shocking thing was her left cheek.

A gruesome sword mark ran from the corner of his eye down to his jaw.

It looks like an ugly centipede crawling on a beautiful piece of jade.

The wound has not healed.

Because wisps of pale blue sword energy still remained on it.

For five hundred years, this sword energy has been eroding flesh and blood every moment, preventing recovery and making the pain eternal.

That was the Taiqing Sword Qi.

That was the unique Daoist charm of Xuanweizi.

He carved that scar himself.

Clang.

A sharp metallic clang came from afar.

Dugu Ao, the chief of Cangjian Peak, a sword fanatic known as "as long as the sword is there, I am there," had his natal flying sword fall to the ground.

His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a duck egg, as he stared intently at that face.

It's a ghost story.

"Pfft!"

Gu Santong had just taken a sip of strong liquor to calm his nerves.

At this moment, it transformed into a cloud of wine mist, accurately and thoroughly spraying Ouyang Ye's face.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!"

Gu Santong's face turned a deep purplish-red as he pointed at the woman in mid-air, his fingers trembling as if he were playing a pipa.

"This—this isn't it—"

The direction of Tianjian Peak.

The tortoise shell compass in Tianjizi's hand spun wildly, emitting a creaking sound as it struggled to bear the weight.

That was the sound of the causal thread getting knotted.

The hexagram has changed.

The original ominous sign instantly transformed into a sea of ​​pink—a peach blossom curse.

A world-destroying peach blossom curse capable of piercing the heavens.

"puff!"

Tianjizi spat a mouthful of blood onto the compass, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes glazed over.

"I can't fathom it—this is a cursed fate! A cursed fate that even the Heavenly Dao dares not fathom!"

It's not just them.

Qin Mian's abacus beads were scattered all over the floor.

Barbarian's rugged face was filled with the question, "Who am I? Where am I?"

A memory sealed for five hundred years struck these old guys like a heavy hammer.

The Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords was opened back then.

Eight geniuses broke in.

Just as the door closed, Ji Hongxiu, the junior sister who always followed Xuanweizi around and had two dimples when she smiled, appeared.

He defied the sect leader's order and forced his way in.

That ordeal was a near-death experience.

Everyone survived and emerged alive, becoming the current masters of their respective peaks.

Only Ji Hongxiu.

That junior sister who was the most talented and had the most fiery personality back then, and who secretly pledged her life to Xuanweizi.

They've disappeared.

Rumor has it that she became possessed by a demon and was expelled from her sect.

There are also rumors that she died in that catastrophe, by the sword of Xuanweizi.

In order to take over as sect leader, Xuanweizi chose to go into seclusion and forget everything.

Five hundred years.

Everyone thought that name had been buried in the ground.

until today.

That face is back.

Filled with hatred and bearing that unhealable scar, he crawled back from hell like a vengeful ghost.

Xuanweizi froze in mid-air.

The Taiqing Sword in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He stared at the shocking sword mark.

The pale blue sword energy resonated with the sword in his hand, creating a mournful sound.

It's confirmed.

There's no way to deny it!

Xuanweizi's lips trembled, and his lofty and imposing demeanor as the sect leader shattered into pieces.

He reached out, wanting to touch that face, but then pulled back as if he'd been electrocuted.

"Red—Red Sleeves?"

Two words were forced out of his throat.

With a trembling voice, disbelief, and the guilty conscience typical of a scumbag.

"You—you're really not dead?"

Ji Hongxiu looked at his distraught appearance.

A fleeting look of pleasure crossed his eyes, which quickly turned into a deeper sorrow.

"die?"

She gave a cold laugh, her voice hoarse.

"If I die, who will expose the hypocrites of you?"

"Xuanweizi, can you afford to repay this sword strike?"