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

The Sword Washing Pool was like a pool of dead blood; the surface was still, yet it reflected distorted images, and the broken, rusty sword, like a withered, ghostly hand, reached out towards the mortal world.

"Transformation into Spiritual Weak Water"

Xiao Wufeng flicked out a wisp of spiritual energy, which vanished instantly upon entering the water, leaving not even a ripple.

"A feather cannot float; once it falls into water, it will melt into bones."

"If you want to cross, you'll have to get the sword spirit in the pool to give you a boat."

beg?

This word instantly darkened the faces of the several prodigies.

Sword cultivators treat their swords as their lives, even as their wives.

This pool is full of ancient, ferocious weapons; which one of them didn't drink countless blood in their lifetime?

Why should these proud and arrogant old men be made to humble themselves and act as ferrymen?

It's easier said than done.

"I'll do it."

Ye Aotian made a move.

He closed the folding fan, tidied his sideburns, and looked up at the gray sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

"Sword, come!"

Pointing fingers together like a sword, piercing straight into the sky.

The long sword behind him hummed, and a phantom image of a peacock spreading its tail feathers materialized above his head.

The sword intent was magnificent and imposing.

The water finally stirred.

A slender, ancient sword inlaid with dull gems trembled as it emerged from the ground.

It didn't rush over, but instead circled Ye Aotian twice, as if scrutinizing whether his fashion sense was up to standard.

After a long while, it finally managed to let out a clear cry and stopped at Ye Aotian's feet.

"The peacock feather... though rusty, is still barely worthy of my unparalleled elegance."

Ye Aotian walked on his sword, standing with his hands behind his back, leaving everyone with only his proud and aloof back view.

"Sissy".

Tuoba Ye spat and roared, shirtless, "Get out here and be my boat!"

A fierce and savage aura exploded.

Something underwater seemed to be enraged, or perhaps stunned by this unreasonable arrogance.

A giant sword, as wide as a door panel, reluctantly floated up.

Tuoba Ye grinned.

"Thump!"

He jumped up, causing the giant sword to sink suddenly.

Just as the giant sword was about to struggle, Tuoba Ye stomped down heavily, his sole exerting force.

"Behave yourself!"

They forcefully transformed a fierce and unruly sword into an obedient canoe.

Qian Duoduo pouted.

"Rude."

With a pained expression, she pulled out a handful of gold powder and scattered it onto the water like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

That's powder made from high-grade spirit ore; every grain is worth money.

Ding ding ding.

A broadsword shaped like an abacus burst forth from the water, greedily absorbing gold dust, and carried Qian Duoduo away.

Bai Lian'er bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening instantly, and a single, crystal-clear tear slid down her cheek at just the right moment.

"This humble woman's cultivation is low; may some senior be willing to guide Lian'er on her journey?"

The water boiled instantly.

Three or four elegantly shaped longswords emerged one after another, much like elegant scholars vying for a woman's affections.

Bai Lian'er stopped crying and started laughing. She picked out the most glamorous one and stepped onto it, not forgetting to glance back at Yu Liang.

His eyes were full of superiority.

See, that's charm.

In the blink of an eye, only Liang, Pig Master, and Mo Yuan, who was squatting in the corner drooling, remained on the shore.

"cough."

Yu Liang felt uneasy under Mo Yuan's gaze, so he quickly tucked Piglet under his armpits, mimicking Ye Aotian's gesture of pointing his fingers like a sword and focusing his energy in his dantian:

"Sword, come!"

The wind blew by.

A few crows flew overhead, cawing loudly, and in the process, they left a pile of bird droppings.

The Sword Washing Pool remained unresponsive.

Even the broken sword closest to the shore seemed to shrink further into the water in disgust.

awkward.

Yu Liang scratched his head: "That doesn't make sense. With my character, if not outstanding, I'm at least universally liked, right?"

He moved forward a little.

Whoosh!

The broken swords within a radius of ten zhang all sank to the bottom of the water, not even letting him see the hilts.

This isn't aloofness; it's clearly avoiding them like the plague.

"The swords in this pool are all germaphobes."

Xiao Wufeng stood in the middle of the water, glanced back, and looked at it with a cold expression.

"Your karmic debts are too heavy, and your vulgarity is overwhelming. The sword spirit disdains to associate with you."

"You think I'm too common?"

Yu Liangqi chuckled, patting the pig in his arms, "Give them something refined. The kind of flavor that makes everyone swoon. If they don't cooperate, we'll make roast suckling pig tonight."

Piglet shuddered and reluctantly rolled over.

This behavior of treating the power of origin like a fart is simply a trampling on the dignity of divine beasts!

But the threat of roast suckling pig was right beside them.

"belch--"

Pig Grandpa opened his mouth.

A long, meandering burp, with a pinkish glow, burst forth.

This is no ordinary tone.

This is the "innate alluring energy" fermented after consuming countless rare and precious materials, which has a fatal attraction to cross-species creatures.

Pink mist drifted with the wind towards the water's surface.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

The Sword Washing Pool, which was originally a stagnant pool, suddenly exploded.

"Buzz—!!!"

It wasn't a sword that was chirping.

It was thousands upon thousands of swords simultaneously emitting a kind of... extremely enchanting, extremely yearning tremor.

Then, a terrifying scene unfolded.

Splash!

The water surface looked like it had boiled.

Countless rusted and broken swords leaped out of the water in a rush.

They've gone mad!

The feeling was like a lonely woman, confined to her empty room, suddenly smelling the scent of her unparalleled lover.

That longing couldn't be hidden even by rust!

Clang!

A heavily nicked sword was the first to rush ashore.

It completely disregarded the dignity of sword cultivators, its blade twisting wildly like a fawning lapdog, tightly binding Yu Liang's calf.

rub.

Rubbing against it frantically.

"Damn it! Don't rub it against my pants leg! That's flesh!"

Yu Liang let out a strange cry and tried to kick the heavy sword away.

late.

More swords surged forward.

Long sword, short sword, broken sword, flexible sword...

A massive, dark torrent of steel instantly engulfed Yu Liang.

They had no murderous intent, only a suffocating, fanatical, and perverse attachment.

They scrambled to crawl under Yu Liang's feet, using themselves as steps and carpets, just hoping that his foot would step on them.

A Cambridge, constructed from thousands of swords, was erected on the water.

It leads directly to the other side.

"this……"

Ye Aotian, who had already crossed half of the river, slipped and almost fell into the water.

He looked at the once proud peacock feather at his feet.

At this moment, the sword was trembling violently, its tip pointing directly at Yu Liang, emitting mournful cries.

If Ye Aotian hadn't suppressed it with his spiritual power, it would have already betrayed him and become a follower.

"what!"

A scream.

Suddenly, the longsword at Bai Lian'er's feet, which had been so elegant, made a sharp turn.

It flung the unsuspecting Bai Lian'er away violently, then shot towards Yu Liang like an arrow, joining the frenzied swarm of swords.

Decisive and ruthless.

This is the Scumbag Sword!

"Help!"

Bai Lian'er turned pale and fluttered helplessly in the air, about to fall into the Transformation Weak Water.

At the critical moment, she had no choice but to use a magic ribbon to entangle herself with a distant reef, hanging in mid-air like a hanged ghost.

That pitiful face instantly twisted, and a venomous light shot from its eyes:

"This damn sword! It actually abandoned me for that scoundrel?! This is impossible!"

"This doesn't make sense!"

Qian Duoduo was so scared that she dropped her little abacus.

"What did he feed the sword spirit? Was it some kind of 'Extreme Bliss Powder'?!"

The giant sword beneath Tuoba Ye's feet was also restless, forcing him to crouch down and use brute force to press down on the blade.

"Behave yourself! Or I'll break you in half and sell you for scrap metal!"

Yu Liang's journey through Cambridge was incredibly difficult.

With each step taken, dozens of swords clashed fiercely for the right to be stepped on, sparks flying everywhere.

"Be careful! Don't crawl into your armpits!"

"Hey! Hey! Where are you going to stab me with that snake-shaped sword?!"

As Yu Liang cursed and swore, surrounded by thousands of swords, he swaggered through the city like a debauched tyrant inspecting his harem.

shore.

Mo Yuan did not leave.

She stared intently at Yu Liang, who was being swept away by the torrent of steel.

Two streams of blood dripped down her delicate chin.

"It's...it's so beautiful..."

Her pupils dilated, and her breathing became so rapid that she looked like she was about to suffocate.

In her unique narrative logic, this is not a cause-and-effect method at all.

Instead, it was a grand, morbid courtship ceremony.

He survived being pierced by thousands of sharp blades...

Forced to be possessed, enveloped, and squeezed by cold steel...

This suffocating sense of taboo...

Click.

The charcoal pencil in Mo Yuan's hand was snapped in two.

She pulled a booklet from her bosom and began to scribble on it with her fingernails; the handwriting was messy and chaotic.

[Observation Log: Junior Brother Yu Liang is not only suitable to be made into a puppet, but also into the scabbard for "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One." He is a born masochist, the only taboo in this steel jungle... I want to embed him into my mechanical city, for all eternity...]

"Slurp."

She swallowed back her saliva, her eyes burning even more intensely.

Then, surprisingly, she didn't summon any sword spirits.

Eight sharp, mechanical spider spears extended from behind, piercing directly into the swords that had become sluggish due to their estrus cycle.

Like a giant, mechanical spider, she followed Yu Liang's path with a sinister air.

In the middle of the water, Xiao Wufeng remained expressionless. With a flick of his finger from his sleeve, a transparent array flag silently pierced the shadows below Cambridge.

"Go ahead and make a scene. The bigger the noise, the faster that thing at the bottom of the pool will wake up."

Yu Liang was stepping on a broadsword, preparing for his final leap to land.

Piglet nestled in his arms, its tail swishing proudly back and forth.

This is what we call "prestige".

Just then.

A sudden change occurred.

In the center of the Sword Washing Pool, the water that had been empty after the departure of the myriad swords suddenly boiled.

grunt.

A huge bubble burst.

There was no sword energy, only a chilling suction force.

"Be careful!"

I don't know who shouted.

Yu Liang felt a chill run down his spine. The "Frenzied Swords" beneath his feet suddenly seemed to sense some kind of natural enemy, instantly stiffening before scattering to the ground with a "splash" and sinking to the bottom of the water, feigning death.

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet gave way to emptiness.

Yu Liang's body fell.

Below him, with a deafening roar, a massive metal hand, the size of a house and composed entirely of countless fragments of broken swords, burst forth from the water!

It doesn't arrest people.

Its goal is extremely clear.

Those five sharp, knife-like fingers moved with lightning speed, grabbing Pigsy's still smug pink tail.

"Hmph?!"

Pig Lord's screams pierced the sky in an instant.