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

belch--

That burp, though seemingly simple, resonated deeply.

The pink mist exploded.

The sky above Zizhu Peak is dirty.

Yu Liang's mind went blank.

It felt like someone had poured a spoonful of boiling lard into the top of my head.

My vision began to distort.

The sharp-edged rocks softened, and the air was filled with colorful spores that seemed to be laughing wildly with their mouths wide open.

You're going to suffer.

The newly formed patina inside the body suddenly jolted.

The "Scumbag Mentality Technique" automatically protects its master.

No rejection, no responsibility, just approval.

The meridians vibrate at high frequency.

The hallucinogenic gas that had penetrated the body was instantly shattered, burned clean like cheap coal ash.

The double image disappeared.

Yu Liang became the only thing in this open-air mental hospital that could still be considered a "human".

But others weren't so lucky.

"money!"

A scream, as shrill as a pig being slaughtered.

Su Xiu's eyes were bloodshot, and her pupils dilated to the shape of a square-holed copper coin.

She stared intently at Yu Liang.

A long, glistening strand of saliva stretched down to the ground.

That look in his eyes was even more affectionate than if he had seen his own father come back to life.

"This gold ingot is so big... and it's still alive!"

The wind howled.

Su Xiu lunged forward, her hands gripping Yu Liang's thighs tightly like iron clamps.

"Put them in! Put them all in!"

She screamed and frantically tore at the storage bag, which was no bigger than the palm of her hand.

She tried to fold the tall, over six-foot-tall person inside like folding clothes.

"Junior sister! I'm your brother! Not a gold bar!"

Yu Liang winced in pain.

He kicked Su Xiu in the forehead.

Not moving.

A woman caught in the illusion of greed possesses strength like a savage beast.

"Don't run! Once it's in my pocket, it's my money!"

Su Xiu was kicked to the ground, and then grabbed the abacus with her backhand.

Sparks flew as the abacus beads were turned.

"It can't be stuffed in... because it has sharp edges."

She stared at Yu Liang's shoulder with a sinister look.

"Shave it...make it round so it can fit inside."

Yu Liang's scalp tingled.

Before he could escape Su Xiu's clutches, a sickening metallic scraping sound came from behind him.

Nourishes—

The blue light in Mo Ju's single eye went out.

Instead, a crimson light spun wildly.

"Perfect...the structure is too perfect."

Mo Ju held up a high-speed rotating chainsaw.

He stared intently at an outer disciple who was hugging a tree trunk and weeping in the distance.

"The hinge design of this neck is simply a masterpiece."

"As long as you unscrew his head and replace it with my 'spiral ascension device,' he can take off from the spot."

"Junior brother, don't be afraid, your senior brother will help you achieve mechanical ascension!"

The chainsaw roared.

The serrated edge was only three inches away from the disciple's carotid artery.

"They've all gone completely insane!"

Yu Liang did a somersault and rolled out from under Su Xiu's abacus.

He casually picked up a brick and slapped it, knocking out Mo Ju, who was about to undergo craniotomy.

Look around.

Zizhu Peak has become a living hell.

Hundreds of outer disciples who came to "pick up bargains" are staging a grand spectacle of human regression.

Someone was hugging a stone and crying for their mother, snot bubbling from their nose.

Some people saw themselves ascend to heaven and frantically kowtow to the air.

In the mud pit.

One of the disciples took off his shirt and swam wildly in the mud.

While swimming, he passionately shouted, "Of all the waters in the world, I only need a sip!"

Next to the pigsty.

Someone was wielding a sword in mid-air and shouting, "Sword, come!"

Then he slammed his head against the stone wall, his face covered in blood, but he laughed loudly, claiming that he had comprehended the "Iron Head Sword Intent".

The most outrageous one is the red medicine.

This usually charming and charismatic poison cultivator was now blushing and pinning a crooked tree against the wall.

"My lord, it's time to take your medicine."

She gently pulled a still-twisting purple-backed centipede from her sleeve.

He tenderly stuffed it into the tree hole.

"If we drink this bowl of 'heartbreak powder,' we can become a ghost couple, never to be separated."

If that tree could talk, it would probably curse right there and then.

Seeing that the mountains were full of "top-quality zombies", Kumu excitedly carried a coffin around to "collect the corpses".

The third senior brother, Tu Sanze, excitedly grabbed his disciple and planted him in the ground.

The sixth senior brother's ghostly erhu playing produced a cheerful, rhythmic, and even somewhat rustic style of music.

Controlled by the sound waves, the disciples struggling in their hallucinations began to unconsciously twist and turn in rhythm...

Yu Liang felt that his worldview had shattered into pieces and could not be pieced back together.

This pink mist is so eerie.

It can amplify the deepest and most perverse desires in people's hearts by ten thousand times.

"Hmph~"

A disdainful squeal came from above.

Yu Liang looked up.

The instigator, Pig Lord, hovered in mid-air, absorbing a massive amount of medicinal power and hallucinogenic gas, causing his body to swell to a diameter of two meters like an inflated balloon.

His four hooves had degenerated into comical lumps, and only his pair of beady green eyes gleamed with indifferent cold light amidst the pile of fat.

In its eyes, the people crying below were nothing but wriggling, inferior proteins; it alone was the true god about to devour the "Great Dao Laws" within the rift in the sky.

Just as it was about to open its mouth to devour, a sudden weight pressed down on its back.

Something dirty jumped up.

Yu Liang used a disciple's head as leverage to leap into the air like a monkey, and then steadily sat atop the pink fleshy ball.

"How dare you!"

A sense of both maturity and youthful innocence exploded in Yu Liang's mind.

Pig Lord instantly regained a slight sense of clarity.

Even if a tiger has fallen into the plains and is now forced to wear a pigskin, it is still a noble pig that has transcended vulgar tastes!

How dare a mere mortal use it as a mount?

Its body trembled violently, and dense golden cracks appeared on its surface. A terrifying counterforce was poised to be unleashed, intending to turn the ants on its back into mincemeat.

"Don't move."

Yu Liang clamped his legs tightly around the pig's belly, pressing them against the enormous pig's ears, and said in a deep voice like that of a tempting and depraved merchant: "Take me flying, this energy is all you can eat."

The murderous Pig Lord froze instantly.

This energy melts in your mouth, leaving a sweet aftertaste, a thousand times more real than any vague illusion.

dignity?

What is that? How much does it cost per pound?

As a sophisticated and selfish pig, it will do anything as long as it is given milk, let alone ride it or call it "daddy".

"Hmph~"

Piglet let out a shameless grunt and actively wriggled his fat to squeeze a groove in his back, trapping Yu Liang inside.

Its short tail spun rapidly like a propeller, then with a "poof" sound, it spewed out a powerful yellow gas.

The pink, fleshy ball, carrying its rogue owner, traced a comical arc through the mist, drifting away like a biological airship.

below.

An outer disciple who had been lying on the ground eating dirt raised his head in a daze.

Through a pink filter.

What did he see?

A naked man whose skin was covered with golden-red stripes.

Riding a pink mythical beast, looking down upon all living beings from the clouds.

The man's eyes were cold and compassionate.

It was as if he had seen through all the illusions of the world.

Actually, Yu Liang was just looking for which sucker had a bigger storage bag.

But in the disciple's eyes, this took on a different meaning.

"road……"

"That is the Way!"

"Returning to simplicity! The purity of a child!"

"That's not streaking! That's the essence of simplicity!"

"That's not a pig! That's the legendary 'Pink Nightmare Beast'!"

That shout.

It's like striking a match in a room filled with gas.

boom!

All the disciples who were trapped in the hallucination raised their heads.

The most dangerous thing is overthinking.

Every muscle and every scar on Yu Liang's body became a twisted rune in their eyes.

That is the truth.

That is the Great Road.

"Master! I've understood!"

A disciple who had been stuck at the peak of Qi Refining for three years suddenly burst into tears.

He looked at Yu Liang's hand that was picking at his toes.

I felt as if I had witnessed the supreme supernatural power of "catching stars and seizing the moon".

The bottleneck within his body shattered with a crack.

A vortex of spiritual energy exploded above his head.

That's a real breakthrough.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

"A single glance is enough to break through?!"

"What an incredible opportunity! This is a walking embodiment of enlightenment!"

"Greetings to the Naked Immortal!"

thump! thump!

Several hundred people knelt down in unison before Yu Liang, who was riding a pig.

The sound of kowtowing was deafening.

Some people even started tearing their own clothes.

Shouting "I want to return to nature too," they tried to join the streaking.

Yu Liang, who was riding on the pig's back, froze.

He looked down at the group of fanatical believers.

This is actually allowed?

Are all these people's brains filled with tofu pudding?

But then...

Yu Liang's thieving eyes lit up.

Since you've come here to act like idiots, don't blame me for being inhuman.

"Cough cough."

Yu Liang cleared his throat.

He sat cross-legged on the pig's back, with one hand held up in front of his chest.

He struck what he considered the most mystical pose.

Using the "scumbag's mental technique," the air vibrates, making the sound loud, ethereal, and with its own reverberation.

"All beings suffer, except... send money."

"No, that's not right. The only way is to save yourself."

Yu Liang took out several memory stones from his pocket that Mo Ju had previously ruined.

This thing has a flaw.

It can only record, not delete, and the video quality has inherent noise.

"This is a rare opportunity, and today I will record this moment of enlightenment for you all."

Yu Liang controlled Pig Master, which flew low over the crowd.

Click.

The video captured Zhao Yijian hugging a stone and calling for his mother.

Click.

The scene captured was a disciple of the Enforcement Hall confessing his love while holding a pig's leg.

Click.

The video captured the scene of the goddess from the outer sect rolling around in the mud.

Every frame is a dark history that could make them die a thousand times over.

Every frame is irrefutable evidence of future extortion.

"This is not Zizhu Peak at all."

Yu Liang looked at the hot photographic stone in his hand, a wide grin spreading from his lips to his ears.

"This is clearly my treasure trove!"

He even jumped down and walked up to a disciple who was kowtowing to the air.

"Snapped!"

He slapped her across the face.

"Wake up! Pay your enlightenment fee!"

The disciple's cheek was swollen from the beating, but he looked ecstatic.

"Great Immortal touched my head, granting me immortality! This slap opened up my Ren and Du meridians! Thank you, Great Immortal, for the blessing!"

Trembling, he pulled out his storage bag and offered it with both hands.

Yu Liang accepted the heavy spirit stone.

There was a half-second silence.

He slapped her again with his backhand.

"Hey you over there! Stop playing dead! Want to break through? Want to ascend? Pay up, and I'll consecrate you!"

On Purple Bamboo Peak, the style of the painting suddenly changed.

What started as a chaotic scene has turned into a large-scale pyramid scheme for making money.

Yu Liang is like a hardworking little bee.

Weaving through the flowers, harvesting wave after wave of chives.

until--

Pig Grandpa suddenly stopped.

It scratched its hooves uneasily.

The dazed look in the pink pig's eyes vanished instantly.

Yu Liang's heart skipped a beat.

That feeling is back again.

It felt like the cold touch of a venomous snake.

He turned his head sharply, looking into the depths of the pink mist.

There.

Three figures were slowly walking towards them.

He didn't go crazy, didn't take off his clothes, and didn't kowtow.

Their eyes were frighteningly clear.

That's the look you give a dead person.

Among the madmen on the mountain, these three normal people seemed so out of place.

And yet... it's deadly.

Except for their eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and even the pores on their bodies, everything else was sealed off.

The leader drew his longsword.

The sword's edge flashed a pale, cold light through the mist.

Yu Liang's sly smile froze instantly.

He stuffed the storage bag full of spirit stones into his robes and patted his pig head.

"Pig Lord".

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here!"