My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1077 Who can judge right and wrong?
Yun Zhongzi stared blankly at Wen Rui, who was calm and composed. Wen Rui's nonchalant demeanor was like that of a martial arts master who had easily dealt with an ignorant thug.

Looking again at his broken wrist and the Giant Sword that had flown away without a trace, he had only one thought in his mind: he was defeated as soon as he drew his sword, and he had lost from the very beginning.

The time paradox triggered by time reversal will erase the information of the time reversal paradox, that is, the memories of all observers in this world, including Wen Rui's own memories.

Even the user of a grenade cannot retain memories of the time before the explosion.

If this technology is used alone, it probably won't help the battle at all. If neither side has any memory of the battle, even if they start over, the outcome won't change.

However, the ultimate power of technology is often systematic. The combination of time-reversal grenade, faster-than-light warp drive technology, and quantum communication technology allows the information from the time gap caused by the grenade's explosion to be stored in a faster-than-light information carrier at the moment of the grenade's explosion. This information can then be preserved without being restricted by time paradoxes.

Once the rewind is complete, the information is transmitted to the grenade user via a quantum network, allowing the user to access information from the rewind time segment and receive information support similar to a "rebirth" experience.

Yun Zhongzi was at a loss, and Zhao Mingcheng, who was observing from the side, was completely unaware. Even some Western Buddhists and Bodhisattvas who had opened their heavenly eyes and were secretly watching the battle taking place in this world had their memories erased.

Wen Rui, however, was like a player who had read a save file, knowing exactly what pitfalls he had fallen into in the previous failed save.

His solution was simple: first, he turned off the probability reversal generator, then took a small step to the left and back, placed his hand where it should be, and waited for Yun Zhongzi's sword-wielding wrist to collide with him.

His demonic body's ability to control his body didn't require countless rehearsals; as long as he planned carefully before acting, his body could perfectly execute the required actions.

From Yun Zhongzi's perspective, it was as if the opponent had casually and effortlessly neutralized his deadly sword strike, which was launched by burning his Dao foundation.

Yun Zhongzi's mind was blank at this moment. He couldn't recall having any chance to turn the tide, like seven hundred years ago when he almost ended a catastrophe on his own. He only felt that he was inferior in skill and had been defeated without any resistance. His eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

"Gulp! Kill me!"

Yun Zhongzi's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "With my Dao heart shattered, what meaning is there for me to live on?"

Wen Rui released his grip on him and said coldly, "Why should I kill you? I came to help him escape from his predicament at the summons of my believer. Go now, but don't you dare lay a hand on my believer again, or I will not let you off easily next time."

Yun Zhongzi was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "Aren't you afraid that I will go to Kunlun Jade Void Palace right now and report your actions to the Primordial Heavenly Venerable?"

"If it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if a mother wants to remarry, it's up to you!"

Wen Rui said irritably, "You can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it forever. If you don't inform on them, someone will come up with even more disgusting stories to spread rumors in front of Yuanshi Tianzun and frame the Jie Sect."

After saying that, Wen Rui abandoned him, walked towards Zhao Mingcheng, raised his hand and summoned a hexagonal spatial rift, carrying Zhao Mingcheng through the air and disappearing without a trace.

After Wen Rui disappeared, Yun Zhongzi remained frozen in place. Although the cracks in his golden body were slowly healing, they still throbbed with pain. Every movement aggravated the sluggish feeling of his damaged Dao foundation and obstructed flow of immortal power. When Wen Rui's iron-like hand gripped him, Yun Zhongzi had tried to break free, but the opponent's physical strength was simply unbelievable, many times greater than his own at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm.

The fingers that gripped his wrist barely squeezed, yet they nearly broke his immortal bones. And that was just the difference in sheer absolute power between him and Wen Rui. The difference in skill was even more unbelievable to Yun Zhongzi now.

His every move seemed to have been anticipated by the other party, and he had been completely seen through.

Carefully reflecting on one's failure is like willingly handing oneself over and obediently surrendering.

Failure is certainly shameful and disheartening, but it's not like being a simple loser. Yun Zhongzi's heart felt like it was stuffed with a crumpled piece of brocade. There was the humiliation of being "let go," the indescribable bewilderment, and even a hint of confusion that he himself was unwilling to admit—he felt that something was wrong with this "crushing defeat."

"Did I really... lose so completely from the very beginning?"

Yun Zhongzi muttered to himself, feeling empty inside, as if an important memory had been forcibly ripped out, leaving fragments swirling in his mind—faint images of splattering blood, and the exhilarating feeling of seeing the sun after the clouds had parted. But whenever he tried to grasp these fragments, they would dissipate like smoke, leaving only deeper confusion.

If it were truly a matter of inferior skill, he would accept it. But this "loss" contained an inexplicable sense of unease, making him wonder: Was he wrong from the very beginning?

Was the mistake in underestimating Wen Rui's methods?

The mistake was burning the foundation of one's Dao and making a desperate gamble, which resulted in numerous flaws in the sword moves.

The mistake was... that we shouldn't have clung to our existing understanding of the Chan sect and ignored the truth hidden beneath the surface.

Wen Rui let him off so easily, not caring whether he would go to Yuxu Palace to complain to Yuanshi Tianzun. Was it because he had Tongtian Jiaozhu backing him up that he was so fearless, or did he firmly believe that everything he did was the correct interpretation of the omens of the Heavenly Dao?

Is Wen Rui so confident because he believes he is the one who truly "follows the will of Heaven and responds to the will of the people," while the Chan Sect and the Western Sect are going against the will of Heaven, acting perversely, and committing boundless evil deeds without even realizing it?
The immortals of the Chan Sect had the same idea last time, which is why Guang Chengzi was able to confidently go to Biyou Palace alone to inform the Tongtian Sect Leader of the news of the death of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, without being afraid that the Tongtian Sect Leader would take action in anger to avenge his disciples.

This time, the roles were reversed. Wen Rui made no attempt to hide his intentions and frankly told everyone that he had subdued Wen Daoren and transformed the Blood Sea Demon Clan into a new human race, aiming to create a new world order where the "new human race would flourish."

He was not afraid of being blamed by Yuanshi Tianzun, nor was he afraid of being accused by the immortals of the Chan Sect of "disrupting the heavenly order and going against the will of heaven".

"Perhaps...we...we really were wrong?"

Yun Zhongzi took one last look at the spot where Wen Rui had casually defeated him. He felt as if a tremendous event, which he had forgotten, had occurred there. He murmured to himself, then dragged his injured body and trudged alone toward Kunlun Mountain. Every step he took was heavy, yet it carried a stubborn determination to find the truth.

(End of this chapter)