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

The wind direction has changed.

The foul-smelling evil spirits receded, and a faint trace of spiritual energy reappeared.

Golden light shone from Huanglong Zhenren's fingertips as he grinned, revealing a broken tooth: "Ten breaths. With just a tenth of my spiritual power, I will extract your souls to light lamps."

Yu Liang lay paralyzed among the rocks, his lower body completely gone.

But there was no fear in his eyes, which were almost unfocused.

He stared at Ling Qingxuan's retreating figure, his voice hoarse: "Lord Ling. I won this hand. But I'm missing someone to place a bet."

Ling Qingxuan drew his rusted, broken sword: "The wager?"

"My life." Yu Liang grabbed a piece of obsidian with his only remaining right hand. "I'll trade it for that old bastard's golden core. Anything to be proud of?"

Ling Qingxuan gripped the broken sword tightly: "I'll follow."

"Sophisticated!"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Liang's semi-transparent body suddenly sprang up.

Without any warning, like a mad dog that has been cut in two but still bites, he braced himself against the ground with one hand and sprang out, skimming the surface of the earth.

The target is not the throat, nor the heart.

It was Huanglong Zhenren's right hand, which he had just raised and was preparing to gather spiritual power.

"court death!"

Master Huanglong looked at him with utter contempt.

Even though his spiritual power had not recovered, the reaction of his golden core body far surpassed that of ordinary people.

He threw a punch with a casual gesture, and the resulting wind pressure was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

boom!

The sound of bones shattering is sickening.

Yu Liang's right arm, which was gripping the obsidian, twisted into a pretzel shape in an instant, with broken white bone piercing through the flesh and exposed in a chilling manner.

Before the blood could even gush out, it was completely swallowed up by some kind of ethereal force.

But he didn't back down.

Taking advantage of the dislocation caused by the broken bone, he acted like a madman, using his completely useless severed arm to firmly lock Huanglong Zhenren's wrist joint!

Like a rusty, deformed lock, it forcefully locked the dragon's throat.

"Do it—!!!"

This roar was the last breath of blood that Yu Liang expelled from his heart.

Ling Qingxuan moved.

Abandon defense and cut off retreat.

She poured the last of her strength into the broken sword, lunged forward, and resembled a gray-white bolt of deathly lightning.

Target—Dantian!

That is where the Golden Core is located, the foundation of one's cultivation, and the only "gateway" to this powerful body.

"Innocent!"

Although Huanglong Zhenren had one hand locked up, his eyes were filled with mockery.

Fan Tie wanted to break through the Golden Core and physical body?

That's wishful thinking!

His free left hand transformed into a blade, carrying a howling wind pressure, striking first despite being behind, fiercely slashing towards Ling Qingxuan's crown.

If this palm strike lands, Ling Qingxuan will surely die.

The broken sword, at most, left a white mark on his stomach.

Dead end.

At this moment, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

Huanglong Zhenren saw victory, Ling Qingxuan saw death.

And Yu Liang, in this gray and white world, was giving her a smile that was utterly tragic.

He clung to Huanglong Zhenren's arm like a rag doll, his eyes unfocused, but his right hand, which was completely transparent and did not exist in the physical realm, gently rose in the void.

thumb.

index finger.

With a gentle twist.

"Buzz—"

In that instant, Ling Qingxuan felt a sharp, snapping sound coming from deep within his mind.

The world has changed.

It's not a spiritual perception, but a real, tangible sight seen with the eyes.

The colors of the world peeled away like the plaster of a wall burned by a raging fire, and everything turned into a lifeless, gray silhouette.

In this suffocating monochromatic scene, she saw those "things" clearly for the first time.

line.

The dense, crisscrossing lines bind all things in the world like a spider web.

Master Huanglong's protective aura consisted of tangled black threads, which were indestructible.

The rusty, broken sword in her hand, once connected by countless faint gray lines, pointed towards the void, deviating from its target—

According to normal physical logic, this sword strike should be blocked, dodged, or broken.

That's fate.

A predetermined and irreversible outcome.

But Yu Liang's fingers moved.

On her retina, a scene that completely overturned her twenty years of understanding of cultivation unfolded:

The black lines representing Huanglong Zhenren's absolute defense were inexplicably pushed aside and torn off by those two transparent fingers.

Immediately afterwards, a bright red line, so vivid it was almost blinding, forcibly extended from Yu Liang's fingertip.

One end was tied to the broken, scrap-metal-like sword in her hand.

On the other end, with domineering and unquestionable force, it directly pierced through layers of space and obstacles, and tied itself deep within Huanglong Zhenren's dantian!

There is no process, only the result.

He silently recited a colossal lie in his heart, a lie that could consume all of "existence," his final mockery of the world:

This sword... is destined to strike the dantian.

An irresistible and terrifying suction force suddenly came from the tip of the sword. It was not the pull of spiritual power, but the fact that the whole world had to distort reality in order to make up for this absurd lie, pushing her to complete this forcibly defined "fruit".

Ling Qingxuan's pupils dilated violently, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

madman……

Is this what he did in the imperial prison?

Is this the truth behind how he manipulates everyone?

Fear, shock, and an inexplicable sense of awe overwhelmed Ling Qingxuan's reason like a tidal wave.

As the red line took shape, his life force was instantly drained, and Yu Liang's remaining half of his body began to flicker wildly.

At the same time, the piglet that had been pretending to be dead in the distance suddenly opened its eyes.

The Thunderous Calamity Fruit it had swallowed exploded inside its stomach.

A surge of golden electricity coursed through his spine, the excruciating pain making him instinctively want to crash into something.

"Aww!"

Pig Lord suddenly sprang up, transforming into a golden flesh bullet, and slammed into us from the side at an angle that defied the laws of physics.

Just as Huanglong Zhenren's palm was about to shatter Ling Qingxuan's skull, the pig's head, carrying immense force, crashed heavily into the end of the sword hilt in Ling Qingxuan's hand!

Superhuman strength combined.

The blessing of cause and effect.

"Pfft."

It was as light as a hot knife cutting into butter.

The skin, as tough as the hide of a monster, broke open, and muscles harder than steel tore apart.

The broken iron sword plunged straight in without any obstruction, reaching the spinning, dazzling golden elixir.

"bite."

A very soft, crisp sound rang out like thunder in everyone's ears.

Master Huanglong's palm stopped three inches from the tip of Ling Qingxuan's hair.

The wind from his palm tousled her hair, but he could not advance even an inch further.

Those eyes, filled with murderous intent and greed, suddenly froze.

The pupils contracted violently, down to the size of a pinhead.

He didn't believe it.

He slowly lowered his head.

I saw that bloody hole.

I saw the broken sword embedded in his abdomen.

He even heard the sound of his golden core, which he cherished as his life and had cultivated for three hundred years, cracking.

Click.

Click, click.

The golden elixir shattered.

The foundation of the road is destroyed.

"mortal--!!!"

Huanglong Zhenren let out the most mournful roar of a beast on its deathbed.

If we can't live together, then let's die together!

"Bury me...with him!"

Golden Core self-destructs!

A terrifying shockwave, mixed with chunks of flesh and blood, swept out wildly from the center of Huanglong Zhenren.

Ling Qingxuan, who was the first to be hit, was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily into a pile of rocks in the distance.

Yu Liang's already semi-transparent body was directly torn apart by this shockwave, flickering violently in the air like a candle in the wind.

Dust filled the air, obscuring the forgotten foot of the Heavenly Pillar.

After a long while, the wind gradually subsided.

That once arrogant Golden Core cultivator was reduced to nothing but a pile of mangled flesh.

Not far away, in a murky, foul-smelling pig urinal, a bloody, mangled head rolled twice before stopping.

That's the head of Huanglong Zhenren.

His face was covered in mud, but his eyes remained fixed on the sky, frozen with the last trace of resentment and disbelief.

A Golden Core cultivator died at the hands of a mortal.

Even their heads had to be submerged in pig urine.

A streak of crimson lightning ripped through the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder, as if the world was enraged by the transgression of a mortal.

In the distance, Ling Qingxuan struggled to get up, his whole body wracked with pain.

But the next second, a chill more terrifying than death instantly swept through his body.

To her horror, she discovered that the memories of that man in her mind were rapidly fading and blurring, like ink being washed away by a flood.

"Remain……"

She opened her mouth, desperately trying to call out that name.

But when that name came to mind, it sounded completely unfamiliar, as if it had never existed.

This disappearance is not death.

It was completely erased from the world.

Su Xiu crawled out of the pile of rocks, her face covered in blood, still clutching a stone she used to smash people.

She watched the shadow swaying in the wind, about to disappear completely, and rushed towards it, crying and screaming like a madwoman.

"Liar! Big liar! You said you wouldn't leave!"

"You still owe me money! You can't renege on your debt! That's my money!"

She opened her arms wide, desperately trying to hug him, wanting to grasp the only thing in the world that belonged to her.

however.

The arms passed through the person's body as if passing through a cloud of cold air.

Su Xiu froze.

She remained in the embracing position, staring blankly at her empty arms.

Tears were still streaming down her face, but her eyes began to look empty and unfocused.

One moment I was in excruciating pain, the next I was inexplicably in agony.

"Who...who should I hug?"

Su Xiu stared blankly at her hands, muttering to herself, "Who am I crying for? Did I lose money?"

Ling Qingxuan was utterly devastated.

She could feel that name being forcibly ripped from the depths of her soul.

She mustered her last ounce of instinct, trying to reach out and grab that shoulder, to hold onto the man who had just created a miracle.

My fingertips passed through the transparent outline, but touched nothing.

In that instant, the smug satisfaction of slaying a god vanished completely from her eyes.

All that remained was boundless emptiness and panic, as if a gaping hole had been torn in my heart, and the wind was howling in.

No one answered.

Nobody exists.

Only that tattered, blood-stained Taoist robe, having lost its support, floated lightly onto the dusty ground.

It's like a piece of trash that someone carelessly throws away.