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

"Chief Ye, your ass."

Yu Liang flicked his wrist, and the withered branch pointed at the end of the line from a distance.

"Standing so high, trying to be a lightning rod?"

Ye Aotian froze.

As the chief of Cangjian Peak, he had never even bowed his head in his life, let alone suffered such humiliation.

但他不敢动.

At the very front, Xiao Wufeng's dead fish eyes were looking over his shoulder, his gaze as cold as two ice blades, scraping his spine relentlessly.

Survival is the most important thing.

Ye Aotian's eyes were filled with tears as he clenched those noble buttocks tightly.

He curled up like a constipated duck, shuffling inch by inch across the gravel ground.

Contorted posture, broken mentality.

Xiao Wufeng walked at the front.

The usually brilliant and resourceful chief of Tianji Peak was now folded into an odd angle.

The spine is tilted at a 30-degree angle, the neck is crooked at a 90-degree angle, and the whites of the eyes roll upwards.

A standard pose for stroke-induced hemiplegia.

Even uglier and more twisted than Yu Liang.

"Disorder, chaos, and the aesthetics of ugliness."

Xiao Wufeng's lips moved slightly, his voice barely audible, just enough to reach Yu Liang's ears.

"Yu Liang, the rules of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb are practically tailor-made for trash like you."

"But I'm curious."

Xiao Wufeng maintained his eye-rolling posture, his tone as flat as a straight line.

"When chaos reaches its peak, will you, the biggest 'variable,' also be taken into account?"

Yu Liang grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"Young Master Xiao, do you know why fortune tellers usually die young?"

"Revealing a secret?"

"fart."

Yu Liang pointed with a withered branch to the void ahead, which was twisted into a pretzel shape.

"It's because your calculations were too accurate that God got bored and banned your account."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at his side.

Bai Lian'er was trying to retain the last bit of allure in her contorted posture.

"Let's clean up the smell."

Yu Liang looked disgusted.

"The rules here don't apply to that. Make your mouth crooked, your eyes slant. Yes, imagine yourself as a patient who has been paralyzed for three years, just rolled out of bed."

Bai Lian'er gritted her teeth.

The dignified top student of Baihua Peak is actually going to play the role of a stroke-stricken village girl?

What a shame!

But looking at the traces of those around her who had been torn to pieces by the laws, she could only chew up her dignity and swallow it down.

In the face of life and death, face is nothing but a fart.

Only Mo Yuan.

She stiffly twisted her limbs while staring at Yu Liang's back.

A strange flush rose in his eyes.

A suppressed gasp escaped from his throat.

That feeling of being broken, having to abandon one's physical body for survival...

I really want to turn him into a specimen.

At the back of the line, Ye Aotian finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Ahead lies a smooth road.

There was no distorted light, no eerie fluctuations.

Do we have to crawl like maggots?

It's impossible!

"Playing tricks!"

Ye Aotian suddenly sat up straight.

The longsword was drawn, creating a beautiful sword flourish.

He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, leaving everyone with a solitary and lonely silhouette.

"Good manners are a lifelong pursuit!"

Xiao Wufeng stopped in his tracks.

He didn't stop him, but tapped his fingers lightly on the sword case.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a live consumable to test the lethality of the rules.

"Swift Movement Technique, Break!"

As Ye Aotian, clad in white, transformed into a fleeting glimpse of beauty, he ignored Yu Liang's shouts and curses from behind and charged straight ahead.

"Don't go! That's a trap!"

Yu Liang suddenly roared.

late.

The moment Ye Aotian landed, the screen froze.

It's not frozen in place.

He was running, sprinting in place.

His legs became blurry, even creating a sonic boom cloud.

But his men remained rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

Like a hamster trapped in a wheel.

What's even more terrifying is his expression.

From aloofness to astonishment, and then to terror.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to shout, his vocal cords vibrated, but no sound came out.

His time was frozen in this instant.

Only the action is in an infinite loop.

Lift your leg, lower it, lift your leg, lower it.

Ghost beast.

Extremely bizarre and grotesque.

"The Cycle of Reincarnation - The Small Heavenly Circuit"

Mo Yuan's emotionless voice rang out, tinged with a morbid excitement.

"A closed spacetime loop. Unless the rules are broken, he'll keep running until he's exhausted. What a tragic punishment."

Xiao Wufeng had somehow acquired a recording stone in his hand.

Record Ye Aotian running towards despair from all angles.

"Spatial collapse frequency: 3,000 times per breath."

"Cycle node: The moment the left foot touches the ground."

"With the foundation of an early-stage Golden Core cultivator, he can still hold out for half an hour."

After recording, Xiao Wufeng put away the recording stone and turned to look at Yu Liang.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Junior Brother Ye. It allowed me to figure out the boundaries of this dead zone. The path is open."

A chill ran through everyone's hearts.

So Xiao Wufeng didn't stop him just so Ye Aotian could go and test the waters?

Treat fellow disciples as disposable items, use them and then discard them.

"Young Master Xiao, your heart is even blacker than mine."

Yu Liang smacked his lips.

"From the moment he took that step, his value in my eyes was reduced to just 'data'."

Xiao Wufeng's tone was icy.

"Now that it has become data, we must make the most of it. The causal cost of saving him outweighs the benefits."

"That's not necessarily true."

Yu Liang sighed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out something.

Oily and dark.

There were a few suspicious pig hairs stuck to it.

Xiao Wufeng frowned.

"These lowly, vulgar things have no spiritual energy fluctuations and cannot interfere with the rules."

"Don't you understand?"

Yu Liang found a rope, tied it to the cured meat, and made a tight knot.

"This is the power of 'greasiness.' This piece of cured meat embodies the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, Pig Lord's greed, and Ah Tuo's stale saliva that has been marinating for half a month."

"It is the best magic weapon to break the closed loop of Gao Jie."

Yu Liang picked up the cured meat and swung it around in the air twice.

"Young Master Xiao, your calculations are full of reason. But this world is sometimes unreasonable."

"To put it more formally, this is called a causal lubricant."

A flick of the wrist.

"Get out of here!"

Snapped!

The greasy cured meat drew a perfect parabola in the air.

It struck Ye Aotian's handsome forehead with perfect accuracy.

A crisp sound.

Oil splattered everywhere.

"Bang."

The slightest touch disrupted the fragile cyclical balance.

Ye Aotian flew out like a pebble launched from a slingshot.

He landed face down.

He slid for three zhang (approximately 10 meters) on the gravel, leaving a deep ditch.

His whole body convulsed, and his white clothes turned into gray strips of cloth.

There was also a shiny red mark on his forehead.

Xiao Wufeng lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the glint of light that flashed in his eyes.

He stared intently at the piece of cured meat, and after a few breaths, his voice became slightly more erratic.

"Use 'filth' to destroy 'sanctity' and 'chaos' to destroy 'order'."

"Yu Liang, you really are the biggest anomaly in this situation."

On his mental list of "must-kill" names, he bolded and highlighted Yu Liang's name in red.

Yu Liang ignored Xiao Wufeng's murderous glare.

He walked up to Ye Aotian and smiled as he waved the cured meat in his hand.

"Chief Ye, this cured meat may not be worth much, but it is a life-saving favor."

"Adding the fee you paid for showing me the way, it's not unreasonable for you to owe me a favor, is it?"

Ye Aotian lay on the ground, trembling as he reached out and grabbed Yu Liang's ankle tightly.

Tears of humiliation streamed down his face.

I was saved by a piece of cured pork that smelled like pig urine, and now I owe someone a favor.

This is simply the biggest stain on his cultivation career, one that can't be washed away.

"I've...I've written it down..."

This battle has elevated the team's discipline to an unprecedented level.

Ahead, the light was being refracted in a strange way.

A black forest hanging upside down abruptly hangs down from the sky, its treetops pointing straight to the ground.

Each tree is formed by the twisted and intertwined structure of countless broken, ancient black swords.

The wind swept through the forest of swords, bringing countless subtle whispers that penetrated to the very core of one's being.

"Kill them...kill them and you'll become an immortal..."

Tuoba Ye's face turned deathly pale: "The Demon Forest..."

But in Yu Liang's view, there was no such thing as an upside-down forest.

That was clearly a tangled mess of threads that made you want to vomit.

Thousands upon thousands of black causal threads are tightly intertwined.

At the end of each thread hung a bloodshot, open eyeball.

Yu Liang felt a burning sensation in his nasal cavity, and two streams of blood flowed down his nose.

All eyes turned to him and stared at him.

"This is troublesome."

Yu Liang smiled wryly and casually wiped away the blood from his nose.

"This isn't a demon in one's heart; it's clearly tens of thousands of starving ghosts waiting for their meal."

"It might not be a problem."

Xiao Wufeng suddenly spoke.

The sword box in his hand emitted a slight hum, and three flying swords flew out on their own, not for defense, but to subtly block Yu Liang's retreat.

"Based on Ye Aotian's inner demon fluctuations just now, the nourishment for this forest is 'fear' and 'obsession'."

Xiao Wufeng turned his head and revealed his first smile since entering the Sword Tomb.

That smile was standard and elegant, yet as cold as a scalpel.

"Our team happens to have the highest quality feed."

His gaze was fixed on Yu Liang.

"Junior Brother Yu, since you can break the cycle with cured meat, I wonder if you could use your unresolved karmic debts to...feed these tens of thousands of starving ghosts?"

This is an open conspiracy.

Either Yu Liang should sacrifice himself to fill this hole.

Alternatively, Xiao Wufeng could throw everyone else in one by one to fill the space.

Yu Liang narrowed his eyes, looking at this man who was more terrifying than a ghost.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.

"Exquisite".

"Young Master Xiao, are you really trying to polish me until I develop a patina?"