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

My back was covered in cold sweat.

Yu Liang stared intently at Wang Yi's bald head.

Just now, as the pink poisonous fog entered his lungs, he was dizzy, but he clearly saw an eyeball-shaped rune under his smooth scalp shrink back into his bone like a startled insect.

It is hiding.

Afraid of light?

Afraid of vibration?

Or are you afraid of being seen?

Yu Liang shook his head vigorously. The world before him was somewhat distorted, and pink mist seemed to be moving through the air like a living thing.

That was hallucinogenic poison gas spewed out by Pig Lord. An ordinary cultivator could see his grandma after just one breath, but he relied on the "Scumbag Heart Method" as a funnel, so the poison gas passed through his intestines, leaving only a slightly intoxicating feeling that made him feel excited.

This excitement is the key that pried open the cracks in the senses.

Yu Liang pulled the heavy bag of spirit stones from his arms and stuffed it into his crotch.

Money? With our lives hanging by a thread, this pile of stones is just toilet paper.

Figuring out what exactly is on the top of these cultivators' heads is a million times more important than earning a few copper coins.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes like those of a hungry wolf, locking onto the nearest unfortunate soul.

The outer disciple was holding a stone, using it as a wine cup, and shouting, "Wife, another sip!"

"Sorry bro, just wanted to sober you up!"

wheelchair ejection start.

With his left hand, he spread his five fingers and gripped the disciple's crown tightly.

"Everything Can Be Played" - The Scumbag's Mindset, Full Power Operation.

Om-!

The disciple didn't even utter a sound. His scalp felt hot, followed by an extreme coolness.

Black hair instantly disintegrated into ash.

Another fresh braised egg.

Yu Liang took a deep breath of the pink poisonous mist, and using the hallucinogenic force that rushed to the top of his head, he pressed his face tightly against it.

I saw it!

Only at this distance, only after inhaling this toxic gas, can the scene beneath the skin be clearly revealed.

The dark shadow convulsed violently, frantically trying to burrow into the gaps in the skull.

The shockwave severed some connection, the shadow dissipated, leaving only a shallow dent on the skull.

The dent was so faint that Yu Liang would not have noticed it at all if his eyes hadn't been distorted by the poison.

"The second one."

Yu Liang gritted his teeth and charged recklessly through the poisonous fog like a madman.

"Free polishing! It's free!"

"Hey you, I see something dark about your forehead, you really need to get your hair removed!"

"Don't move! I'm consecrating your energy!"

After an incense stick had burned, there were more than twenty bald heads in the square.

Without exception, anyone with cultivation could see that under their scalp, as seen in Yu Liang's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with poisonous mist.

Normally, it is covered by hair, protected by spiritual light, and even shielded by the laws of the world.

Only when that layer of skin and flesh is thoroughly "scraped" through in this chaotic hallucinogenic field using near-violent methods will that thing reveal its true form for a fleeting moment.

At the same time, something above their heads seemed to have broken off.

Yu Liang stopped, his chest heaving violently, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

It's not that I'm tired, it's that I'm afraid.

He stumbled and rushed to a small puddle nearby, using the murky reflection to part his hair.

No.

Clean and spotless. Apart from the scorch marks on his chest, there was nothing on his scalp.

Yu Liang's butt

Sitting in the mud. Thankfully, I'm still a human being.

But this did not make him feel even a little relieved.

An even greater fear instantly shattered the skull of his head.

If everyone in the sect has it... then that's the rule.

That's the norm.

He, the one without any marks, is the outcast, the monster who doesn't fit in.

The poisonous fog is dissipating soon; we only have one chance.

Yu Liang knew that once he regained consciousness, the world would put its underwear back on, and he would never be able to see it again.

"Hoo..." Yu Liang exhaled a breath of stale air, biting his lip until it bled.

You need to look carefully.

He doesn't just look at the scalp; he wants to see where the root of this thing is and where it's connected to!

Raise your left hand.

The already translucent hand was now glowing faintly.

"Cause and effect are deceitful," he muttered to himself.

This time, it's not about deceiving people or making money.

He intended to use this pervasive hallucinogenic fog as a medium to deceive the eyes of mortals and to glimpse the true nature of this world.

Cost? To hell with the cost.

The little finger and ring finger of my left hand vanished silently, without pain, only emptiness remained.

The world quickly faded in Yu Liang's eyes.

The pink mist turned into gray-white specks, and the wildly twisting crowd became stiff black-and-white silhouettes.

At this moment, in this dimension that only a madman could see, Yu Liang raised his head.

He saw it.

Those disciples whose heads he didn't shave, those who are still going crazy, still kowtowing, still cultivating.

There was a line connecting them to the top of their heads.

Black lines.

The line extends straight upwards from the hidden mark above the head.

One, two, a hundred, a thousand... dense black lines pierced through the protective array of Purple Bamboo Peak, through the rolling clouds, and plunged into the unknowable depths of the sky.

There was no sun in the sky.

There was only one huge, blurry vortex.

It looks like a gaping maw, or a slowly turning meat grinder.

All the black lines converged into that vortex.

How could this be a sacred place for cultivating immortality?

This is clearly a giant marionette formation!

Or rather... a breeding farm.

Cultivators inhale spiritual energy and exhale their cultivation level; the black lines are like straws inserted into their brains.

They are striving to become stronger, just so they can be promoted to a higher position when they are plump and strong.

"Heh..." Yu Liang wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

He turned his head stiffly.

Not far away, Su Xiu was still counting money.

Su Xiu's head was completely empty.

Mortals without spiritual roots are not even qualified to be livestock.

He then looked at Ah Tuo, who was lying on the wheelchair.

There is also a line on its head.

It is thicker and darker than a human's.

The same goes for the demon race...

They're all vegetables.

Yu Liang staggered to his feet, dragging his soaked Taoist robe as he rushed towards the group of senior brothers and sisters who were still going crazy.

Ink gauge.

This madman replaced most of his body with mechanical parts.

Yu Liang grabbed his cold, metallic head.

Through the thick metal shell, under the combined influence of the toxic fog and causality, the deep imprint on the skull was clearly visible.

Mo Ju had already noticed it.

He peeled off his scalp and replaced it with metal, attempting to use mechanical arts to fight back.

But he failed.

The black line still existed, but it was obscured by a thick layer of lead and runes, making it appear intermittent.

So he went mad.

He oscillated between lucidity and madness, because that thread was constantly tugging at his soul.

Yu Liang released his grip and turned his gaze to the highest rooftop of Zizhu Peak.

There was a person lying there.

Ancient Three Passes.

That cheap master who spent his days in a drunken stupor, racked up a mountain of debt, and lived like an old dog.

The old man was still asleep, snoring loudly.

But in black and white vision, he appeared particularly glaring.

There were no lines or marks on his head.

Instead, a scar was left.

A hideous old wound that runs through the entire top of the head.

It was as if... someone had used their bare hands to pry off a piece of the skull with the mark attached.

The scene was gruesome and bloody.

Yu Liang's knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the muddy ground.

understood.

I understand everything.

Why did Gu Santong live such a useless life?

Why are all the people on Zizhu Peak crazy?

Why are all the "defective products" being taken in here?

In this captive world, only the mad can catch their breath through the cracks in the bars.

Only by making oneself worthless and reeking of filth can one make those beings in the heavens who hold the reins loosen their grip in disgust.

"Ascension..." Yu Liang uttered two words, his voice hoarse as if he were chewing sand.

The biggest lie in the cultivation world.

What talk of ascending to immortality, what talk of eternal life?

That's just a euphemism for livestock being released from the pen.

When you cultivate to the extreme, when you nourish this body until it is plump and full of pure energy, that thread will tighten.

I'll pull you up there. Then I'll serve you on the table.

Yu Liang lowered his head and looked at his left hand, where two fingers had already disappeared.

On the transparent cross-section, no blood flowed out, only nothingness.

He was an oddball.

His body is like a funnel, unable to retain spiritual energy, so there's no point in inserting tubes into it.

He was a born defective product, or... an illegitimate child who slipped through the net.

"Sophisticated..." Yu Liangqian chuckled.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by.

The pink mist finally dissipated.

The slightly intoxicating hallucinogenic feeling receded like the tide.

The world before Yu Liang's eyes suddenly changed.

Black and white fade away, and color returns.

The endless black lines, the vortex in the sky, and even the marks on the skulls of the senior brothers and sisters all disappeared in that instant.

The sun still shines brightly, but Zizhu Peak remains dilapidated.

The disciples were still going crazy, but that suffocating sense of connection had completely vanished.

If it weren't for the two missing fingers on his left hand, Yu Liang might have thought that everything just now was an illusion.

But he knew it wasn't.

"Money..." Su Xiu was still shouting, "Yu Liang! You damn liar! This stone is money too! Don't throw it away!"

The voice was filled with snobbery and greed.

But it was like a ray of sunlight, piercing through this suffocating false peace.

Yu Liang slumped down in the mud, panting heavily.

live.

These three words suddenly became incredibly heavy at this moment.

Before, he only wanted to eke out a living, to swindle some money, to eat a good meal, and to get a good night's sleep.

But not anymore.

Knowing that you are a pig in a pigsty, how can you eat your feed with peace of mind?

Even if I were to be a pig, I would be a wild boar with dignity.

We'll either overturn this pigsty.

Or... bite that pig farmer to death.

Yu Liang grabbed a handful of wet soil from the mud and clenched it tightly in his hand.

Muddy water squeezed out from between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

Like blood.