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

Shili Slope was deathly silent.

The thunder died down, and the wind stopped.

The only smell left in the air was the nauseating stench of pig manure, the smell of dreams fermenting and rotting.

Huanglong Zhenren stood frozen in place, the last bit of ash leaking through his fingers.

Just three breaths ago, he held that cloth bag as if it were his own father's ashes, believing it to be the Dao fruit for ascension, the only chance to break through the shackles of the Golden Core.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to expend half of his spiritual power to chase after the enemy for a full thirty miles.

The result was a piece of scrap paper.

It was covered in glistening pig saliva, and a line of words was scrawled crookedly in charcoal ash:

"Better to die a fellow Daoist than to die this poor Daoist."

The handwriting was messy and carried an overwhelming sense of mockery.

"Heh...heh heh..."

Huanglong Zhenren made a strange sound from his throat, like a broken bellows.

No opportunity. No ascension.

Only the burning pain of having one's IQ repeatedly rubbed into the ground.

A dignified Golden Core cultivator was walked around like a dog for half the night by a mortal using pig intestines, a pig dung pit, and pig saliva!

"Good...very good..."

Master Huanglong slowly turned his head, and a series of cracking sounds came from his neck.

His gaze was fixed on the huddled figure amidst the pile of rocks.

Ling Qingxuan.

The inspector of the Suspended Mirror Bureau looked like a plucked, drenched chicken, covered in mud and barely breathing.

For this piece of toilet paper, she burned her life essence and withstood a blow from the Golden Core.

"The fate of mortals..."

Ling Qingxuan struggled to lift his eyelids, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Even if it's fake, it's still a path that ordinary people have fought their way out of with their lives.

"You dare talk about fate?"

Master Huanglong took a single step, shrinking the distance to an inch.

Click!

A foot clad in cloud-patterned shoes crushed Ling Qingxuan's right hand.

Finger bone fracture.

Ling Qingxuan's body trembled violently, cold sweat instantly soaking through his muddy clothes, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"The bones are quite strong."

Master Huanglong squatted down, grabbed her disheveled long hair, and forced her mud-covered face to tilt upwards.

There was no fear.

Those eyes held only a haughty arrogance that he utterly loathed.

It was as if she was still that high and mighty law enforcer, while he was just a criminal awaiting trial.

"I hate that kind of look the most."

Master Huanglong took out a scarlet jade bottle from his bosom, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, the stopper popped open.

A cloyingly sweet aroma exploded out instantly, overpowering the surrounding stench of blood.

Albizia Bone-Eroding Powder.

It was collected from the sac of a two-headed snake in southern Xinjiang, and is extremely poisonous due to demonic cultivation.

After three breaths, the bones felt like they were being devoured by ants, and all consciousness vanished.

Even the most chaste and virtuous woman can turn into a slut seeking only illicit sex within half an incense stick's time.

Ling Qingxuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the layer of composure he had been maintaining finally cracked.

Killing someone is nothing more than a beheading.

That old scoundrel is trying to destroy my spirit!

"No..." She tried desperately to clench her teeth, her body instinctively shrinking back.

"Open your mouth!"

Huanglong Zhenren grinned maliciously, his iron-like fingers forcefully dislocating her jawbone.

With a flick of his wrist, the red powder, like a venomous snake, burrowed into his abdomen through his throat.

"Cough cough cough!"

Ling Qingxuan coughed violently, wanting to vomit, but the medicinal powder turned into scalding magma, instantly burning through all the meridians in his body.

heat.

An unprecedented, intensely shameful heat surged from her lower abdomen to the top of her head.

Thousands of ants were frantically gnawing at the bone marrow.

My vision began to distort, and the world became bizarre and surreal.

"Shout!"

Huanglong Zhenren looked down at him, his rage turning into a perverse pleasure. He raised the tip of his shoe, which was covered in pig manure, and humiliatingly poked at Ling Qingxuan's tightly wrapped bodice.

"Let me see if this lady, who always talks about the laws of heaven and justice, is more despicable than a prostitute in a brothel when the drug takes effect."

……

Several miles away.

Inside the hollow of the dead old locust tree.

Yu Liang huddled in the deepest part of the darkness, clutching two flints tightly in his hands.

The night wind carried over the screams and maniacal laughter from the other side.

Like a steel needle, piercing the ear and drilling into the brain.

run.

There's a screaming voice in my head.

Yu Liang, what the hell are you waiting for?

The transaction is complete.

That cloth bag is the money to buy your life; she is the bait, and you are the dealer.

The payment and goods were settled, and neither party owed the other anything.

As long as you head west and disappear into the mountains, with your abilities, even the King of Heaven himself won't be able to find you.

You are just a mortal.

Going back would be suicide.

Yu Liang raised his left hand.

By the moonlight, the hand that had just grown from Pigsy's body was as white as jade, so perfect it was unbelievable.

If I were to use it again...

Losing this arm is the least of your worries.

The backlash could eat away half a shoulder, or even wipe him out of the world.

For a stupid woman who wants to chop your head off?

It's a losing proposition.

Only a fool would do that.

Yu Liang curled his lips into a self-deprecating sneer, turned around, and stepped towards the exit on the other side of the tree hole.

You won't see it unless you turn around.

If you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

He took half a step, then froze in mid-air.

For some reason, the image of those incredibly stupid eyes on the riverbank flashed through my mind.

"If I don't die, I will definitely overturn your case."

That heavy, unreserved trust felt like a stone stuck in my throat.

I can't swallow it.

I can't spit it out.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

"Oh shit."

Yu Liang cursed.

The voice was low, but it carried a fierce, clenched-teeth tone.

"The thing I hate most in my life is being in debt."

Especially when you owe money to such an idiot, it makes you feel suffocated, worse than swallowing a fly.

It's against the rules for the creditor to die before the deal is even finished.

He slowly withdrew his foot and leaned back against the tree trunk.

Close your eyes.

Breathing slowed.

The pads of the thumb and forefinger gently twitch together, as if plucking an invisible string in the void.

That is the boundary between life and death.

"hiss--"

The pain was excruciating.

That kind of pain isn't physical cutting, but rather the soul being brutally sanded by rough sandpaper.

His left hand, along with his wrist, gradually faded and disintegrated in the air until it vanished into thin air.

Not even a speck of ashes remained.

Cost paid.

He was looking for the "cause".

In this night filled with despair and brutality, his senses penetrated the thick layers of soil and rock, locking onto a depth of thirty feet underground.

There, a vast empire lay dormant for a hundred years.

Tens of millions of termites are currently dormant.

Their underground palace was located directly beneath the pile of rubble at Shilipo.

Just give them a little stimulation.

A vibration frequency high enough to make them think that predators have invaded and their nests have collapsed.

"Wake up."

Veins bulged on Yu Liang's forehead, and the invisible string snapped at his fingertips.

"Dinner is ready."

With a light flick of the finger.

A faint yet precise shockwave traveled along the earth's veins, piercing straight into the abyss below.

Boom!

A deep, muffled roar came from the depths of the earth.

Huanglong Zhenren's toes just touched Ling Qingxuan's torn clothes, and he could even feel the amazing heat emanating from that delicate skin.

The thrill of impending destruction amplified the sneer on his lips to its fullest extent.

Sudden.

The ground beneath my feet softened.

It wasn't the kind of softness that comes from loose soil, but rather the entire foundation that instantly hollowed out.

"Buzz—!!!"

A chilling, dense buzzing sound suddenly erupted from underground, as if countless tiny drills were working simultaneously.

Before Master Huanglong could react, the ground suddenly collapsed.

puff!puff!puff!

Several pillars of mud shot into the sky.

Millions of frightened termites surged out like white lava through the gaps created by the tremors.

They indiscriminately devour all obstacles in their path, friend or foe alike.

"What is that?!"

Master Huanglong was also startled, and the golden light protecting his body was almost instinctively activated automatically.

Crackle, crackle.

Countless termites crashed into the golden light shield and were instantly burned to charcoal, filling the air with a strong, acrid smell.

But that couldn't stop it at all.

More termites followed one after another, crawling layer upon layer all over the golden light shield, and even began to gnaw at the spiritual energy on the surface of the light shield.

Although it couldn't harm a single hair on his head, the dense, disgusting, and endless swarm of insects caused Huanglong Zhenren's movements to pause for a moment.

In that moment of stillness.

"Hey! You old bastard!"

A loud shout rang out from a large, shadowy rock a dozen feet away to the side.

There was no fear in that voice, only a kind of reckless madness.

Master Huanglong suddenly turned his head.

On that boulder stood the figure he hated to the core, the one he wished he could skin and tear apart.

Yu Liang put one hand in his pocket, and his only remaining right hand made a grasping motion in the air, as if he had grasped some unseen destiny.

His face was as pale as paper, yet he laughed unrestrainedly, his eyes burning with the madness of a gambler.

"That toilet paper is a bit too hard to wipe your bottom with, how about... I get you a softer one?"