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

Yu Liang stood atop a solitary peak and a giant rock, covered in mud and emitting a foul stench.

The left sleeve fluttered wildly in the wind.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright.

His only remaining right hand was raised above his head, clutching the pebble that emitted a faint green light.

The night was pitch black, and the green light was chilling and dazzling, exuding an eerie feeling that did not belong to this world.

Huanglong Zhenren's divine sense swept across.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy.

But this only froze him.

It possessed no spiritual power, yet it could remain lit in the darkness, even causing this Golden Core cultivator to feel a strange sense of unease.

"Look closely! You old bastard!"

Yu Liang roared, his voice filled with a ruthless ferocity that threatened to cost him his life.

"That cloth bag is full of toilet paper smeared with pig saliva! Have you gone mad from cultivating immortality? Do you think I'd just let some random woman take that kind of life-saving stuff?"

He took a sudden step forward, and the loose stones beneath his feet tumbled into the abyss, making him sway precariously.

"This is the true Dao Fruit! A true seed of immortality! These are gallstones left behind when an ancient god fell! Don't you even know what you're talking about?!"

Yu Liang's five fingers were bulging with veins, as if he were about to perish in the next second.

"If this thing breaks, the karmic consequences will be dire, leaving nothing but barren land within a ten-mile radius! Everyone will be scattered, and no one will survive!"

Huanglong Zhenren's pupils suddenly contracted.

Reason screamed: This is a scam! This guy is a complete liar; if he really had such a powerful weapon, he would have run away long ago!

But the body honestly stopped moving.

What if?

The unfathomable causal power within these mortals is truly real.

If this stone is truly some kind of vessel that carries the Great Dao... an ancient god's gallstone?

Although it sounds outrageous, the green light is indeed creepy.

That's immortality.

The greed ingrained in his bones overwhelmed the arrogance of the Golden Core cultivator at this moment.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he can't afford to gamble.

Just as the old monster's eyes flickered and greed surged...

Yu Liang's lips curled into a cruel smile.

The bet was won.

The longer one cultivates immortality, the more afraid of death one becomes, and the more greedy one becomes.

This is human nature, and also its biggest flaw.

"If you want it, take it! That's quite something!"

Without any warning, Yu Liang suddenly swung his arm.

The glowing "treasure," accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into Huanglong Zhenren's face.

Master Huanglong instinctively reached out to catch it.

The movements were incredibly gentle, as if afraid that a single burst of spiritual energy would shatter this hard-won "opportunity".

The stone sliced ​​through the air, approaching the palm of the hand.

The instant of contact.

"Bang!"

It wasn't an explosion of spiritual energy; it was a purely physical reaction.

The thick layer of white phosphorus powder covering the pebbles exploded instantly during the high-speed friction and impact.

Pale white.

Extremely pale.

It forcibly tears the night apart.

It has no lethal power, yet it is enough to instantly blind eyes that have adapted to the darkness.

"ah--!!!"

Master Huanglong covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face, all that remained before him was a vast, desolate whiteness.

"You scoundrel! I'll tear you to pieces!!"

In that fleeting blind spot, Yu Liang made his move.

Like a cheetah, he disregarded any possibility of retreat and charged straight into the disgusting swarm of termites, grabbing Ling Qingxuan from the ground.

The woman's body was burning hot, and she was as soft as a lump of mud.

That damned mimosa poison has started to seep into my bones.

She unconsciously tugged at her collar with both hands, sweet moans escaping her lips, her eyes glazed over like a cat in heat.

"Lord Ling, this is a case, be serious!"

Yu Liang growled and roughly pressed her hand to his waist. Without pausing, he picked her up and rolled her down the steep slope beside him.

Once you roll down, you'll reach that underground river!

however.

"Trying to run? Dream on!!"

A heart-wrenching roar came from behind.

Although Huanglong Zhenren was blind, his violent divine sense instantly locked onto the moving energy.

He flicked the whisk in his hand.

hum-

The air was torn apart.

Thousands of silver threads transformed into steel whips powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, sweeping across with overwhelming force.

That's a death warrant.

There's no escaping it.

Carrying a burden, there's no way to escape.

A ruthless glint flashed in Yu Liang's eyes.

"This time... we lost big time."

Just as his body was about to be lifted off the steep slope, he exerted force with his waist, forcibly twisting half a circle in mid-air.

He held Ling Qingxuan tightly in his arms.

He exposed his back without reservation to the whisk that could shatter rocks.

"Snapped!"

A dull, grating thud.

It's like a piece of fresh meat being thrown into a meat grinder.

The sound of flesh bursting open and spine breaking was clearly audible.

"Hold……"

Yu Liang spat out a mouthful of blood mist, which splattered all over Ling Qingxuan's flushed face.

The immense impact, like an invisible hand, slammed the two of them off the edge of the cliff like cannonballs.

The wind howled fiercely, and the feeling of weightlessness made my internal organs ache.

Yu Liang, clinging to the last shred of clarity, managed to open his heavy eyelids.

The next second, my heart sank.

There was no sound of water below.

The information is incorrect, or it's the wrong season.

The underground river that the termite mound connected to was now completely dry!

Instead of a life-saving stream, what greeted us was a menacing forest of stalactites and stalagmites.

Countless sharp stalagmites plunge upside down into the earth, like a gaping maw waiting to skewer them like meat.

"This time...it really is going to turn into kebabs."

Blood foam spilled from Yu Liang's mouth, and his once transparent left hand was now only half of his upper arm still attached to his body, like a crippled ghost.

But his intact right hand still gripped Ling Qingxuan's wrist tightly.

"I don't owe any debts...not even dead debts!"

Just as the two were about to collide with the sharp stalagmites, Yu Liang suddenly curled up and used the last bit of strength in his body to lift Ling Qingxuan up in his arms.

Using oneself as a human cushion.

This is the last vestige of dignity for an ordinary person, and the last chip for a gambler—as long as she lives, the game is not over yet.

However, the expected excruciating pain of bones and flesh shattering did not come.

"Buzz—!"

An ancient and deep hum suddenly erupted from the bottom of the abyss.

The seemingly solid "rocky ground" actually moved.

A thick, dust-like camouflage instantly crumbled, revealing a giant net hidden beneath.

A giant net, woven from countless crystal-clear spider silk threads as thick as an arm, stretches across the stone forest, covering the entire bottom of the abyss.

puff!

The two crashed heavily onto the spider web.

The immense impact caused the spiderweb to sink deeply, then, like a taut trampoline, it suddenly bounced the two of them up, dissipating most of the force.

Yu Liang felt as if he had fallen into a pile of bouncy jelly.

Although he didn't die, the violent shock still made his throat taste sweet, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, which sprinkled onto the crystal-clear white spider silk.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The once quiet and pure white spider silk turned a dazzling scarlet red after being stained with the blood of mortals.

sizzle.

The spider silk began to writhe wildly, as if a living creature had smelled the sweetest, most pungent scent, and quickly began to coil around the two of them.

It is viscous, cold, and contains a strong numbing toxin.

"This luck... is unbelievable..."

Yu Liang's vision went black for a moment, and his consciousness began to blur.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he only had time to see clearly that in the darkness deeper into the abyss, eight scarlet, lantern-like eyes lit up.

They were coldly watching these two "snacks" that had been delivered to their door.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Yu Liang was awakened by the pain.

My back felt as if it had been scalded by molten iron; it was a "souvenir" left by Master Huanglong's whisk.

But he didn't even have the strength to scream.

She was wrapped up like a rice dumpling ready to be cooked.

All around were incredibly flexible silk threads, layer upon layer, airtight.

Each thread cut into the flesh, not only sealing off movement but also greedily absorbing body heat.

This is a giant spider cocoon.

They were hanging in mid-air.

Outside the cocoon, a chilling "thump-thump" sound came from within.

It was the sharp, cracking sound of limbs striking rocks, accompanied by the heavy breathing of some enormous creature.

The eight-eyed beast wasn't in a hurry to eat. Like a patient gourmand, it was waiting for its prey's flesh to turn sour in fear and despair, or... waiting for the toxins to completely melt the prey into a puddle of easy-to-eat broth.

Yu Liang tried to move his only intact right hand, and as soon as he struggled, he touched a burning hot body.

"hot……"

In the narrow, cramped space, the two were forced to press themselves together tightly.

Ling Qingxuan's original cool and elegant fragrance was now replaced by a strange musky scent.

That damned old bastard's medicine was too strong.

Ling Qingxuan's mind had already collapsed during the fall, and all that remained was his instinct, amplified infinitely by the effects of the drug.

Like a dying traveler in the desert who senses water, she instinctively moves toward the only "coolness" around her.

A soft, hot body coiled around him like a snake, its scalding breath spraying against Yu Liang's neck, its tearful gasps exploding in his ear.

"Stop rubbing against me..."

Yu Liang grimaced in pain, the pressure making the wound on his back burn even more intensely.

He turned his head with difficulty, looking at the female inspector in his arms who was once high and mighty but now had seductive eyes, his face full of helplessness.

There's an eight-legged beast outside waiting for its meal.

There's also a crazy woman in heat in my arms, it's deadly.

Yu Liang sighed, his eyes filled with an absurd despair, but a self-deprecating smirk habitually curled at the corners of his mouth.

With his still-movable fingers, he gently pressed against Ling Qingxuan's red lips that were leaning in for a kiss, his voice hoarse:

"Lord Ling, although we are now buried together, isn't this setting... a little too inappropriate?"

Outside the cocoon, the heavy breathing suddenly stopped.

With a soft thud, a huge, bristly leg pierced through the spider cocoon.

The sharp barbs were less than half an inch away from Yu Liang's eyeball.