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

This is the most expensive fireworks Yu Liang has ever seen in his life.

The ticket is an ancient sword demon's natal demonic eye, plus half of a collapsing Qiankun stomach.

The eyeball, which had been forcibly stripped of its malevolent aura and polished to a crystal-clear state, exploded completely under Pig Lord's vengeful bite.

There was no deafening roar, only a crisp sound like glass shattering.

Immediately afterwards, the aura of destruction burst forth like a dam breaking, tearing the dimly lit stomach to pieces.

"snort--!!"

Piglet howled in agony, his four short legs leaving afterimages as he desperately tried to burrow into Yu Liang's arms, still clutching half a fragment of the Demon Eye he hadn't been able to swallow.

A feeling of weightlessness washes over you.

The fleshy walls beneath their feet writhed and contracted wildly, while the powerful, melting water surged upwards.

The stomach collapsed, and the turbid qi returned to nothingness.

Yu Liang was like an ant caught in a washing machine; besides going with the flow, even moving a finger became a luxury.

This time, things really went too far.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and await death, a dark shadow charged towards him against the tide of destruction, as if possessed.

It wasn't an escape; it was a suicidal charge.

Mo Yuan rode the mostly broken puppet, her exquisitely crafted face, like that of a porcelain doll, showing no fear.

Only the anxiety and obsession of watching one's beloved toy fall into the abyss.

"Junior brother..."

"We caught them."

Click!

Eight cold, dark iron spider spears pierced the void.

Instead of gently catching Yu Liang, they acted like predatory spiders, instantly wrapping Yu Liang and the pig tightly around each other, forcibly squeezing them deep into the cold gears and steel plates.

"cough--!"

Yu Liang's ribs groaned, and he almost fainted on the spot.

A deathly pale, stunningly beautiful face pressed against her.

Mo Yuan's pupils were unfocused, and a sickly smile curved his lips. His warm breath brushed against Yu Liang's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Hurry up."

"If you fall off... I'll cut off your hands and feet and attach them to the axle."

"That way... we'll never be apart again."

Yu Liang felt a chill run down his spine.

Looking into those eyes that seemed to stretch out like silk threads, he had no doubt that this crazy woman was capable of such a thing.

This isn't a senior sister, she's clearly a death-reaping demon!

"You madman! Fly that way! Through that glowing tunnel!"

With difficulty, Yu Liang extended his finger from between the gears, pointing to the only dark exit at the bottom of the stomach.

That's the Netherworld Gate.

"I'll listen to my junior brother..."

Mo Yuan chuckled foolishly, and the core of the mechanical puppet behind him suddenly overloaded, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

collapse!

The spider spear tightened, and the two of them, like a humanoid meteorite, plunged fiercely into the tunnel just before the stomach closed.

Dark. Slippery. Foul-smelling.

This is the Sword Demon's intestines, its walls covered with viscous sword energy, so slippery that nothing can cling to it.

The two were like prey swallowed by a giant python, plummeting rapidly down its winding intestines.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

The black iron shell on Mo Yuan's back rubbed violently against the intestinal wall, sparks flying everywhere.

High temperature is conducted instantly.

Yu Liang felt as if he were stuck to a red-hot branding iron.

"Senior sister! Your leg is poking my kidney! Move it a little!"

"Bear with it... Junior Brother..."

Mo Yuan's voice trembled, but she desperately protected Yu Liang behind her, letting the protruding sword aura crystals strike her body.

boom!boom!

A chilling cracking sound rang out.

The three spider spears snapped off at the base, and scalding "engine oil"—a driving fluid mixed with high-level demon blood and spiritual liquid—sprayed all over Yu Liang's face.

It tastes fishy and sweet, and is piping hot.

Yu Liang wiped his face and looked at Mo Yuan's face, which was contorted in pain but refused to let go. His heart suddenly clenched.

That crazy woman.

She was truly risking her life to protect her "collection".

This kind of love, so heavy it's suffocating, is truly... both despairing and touching.

"Ahead! Exit!"

A glimmer of light exploded at the edge of the darkness.

With a deafening roar, the two burst out of the tunnel and crashed violently into the unknown area below.

Mo Yuan struggled to extend the remaining five spider spears, drawing a bleak arc in the air to slow her descent.

boom--!

Rotten mud splashed everywhere.

The two of them, like two lumps of mud, crashed heavily into a soft, warm, and elastic "corpse-demon mud".

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the sound of bubbles bursting from the decaying and fermenting remnants of sword energy.

"puff……"

Mo Yuan spat out a mouthful of black blood and collapsed onto Yu Liang.

But her hands remained firmly gripping Yu Liang's shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.

"It's locked..."

She muttered to herself, her eyes completely unfocused, and her body convulsing violently.

Scalding heat erupted from within, and white smoke hissed from the metal joints connecting the body to the flesh.

The spiritual path reversed, and the formation collapsed.

This half-human, half-mechanical body is about to explode.

"Let go! Let go now! You're going to strangle me!"

Yu Liang patted Mo Yuan's back desperately, only to find that the crazy woman's mechanical clamps not only didn't loosen, but instead tightened even more due to the core being out of control.

My ribs were cracking.

If this continues, before the Sword Demon can digest him, he'll be physically cut in half by this crazy senior sister.

"Hmph..."

Pig Grandpa poked his head out of the mud and silently covered his eyes with his two hooves.

What a mess! The cause and effect are such a tangled mess that it's unbearable to look at.

Yu Liang gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

It's just repairing mechanical puppets, isn't it?

I can even shake the eyeballs of the Sword Demon, so how could I not shake this pile of broken copper and scrap iron?

He struggled to pull out his right hand, ignoring the high temperature, and pressed it against the mechanical center of Mo Yuan's spine.

It was scalding hot to the touch and vibrated violently.

Countless misaligned gears were meshing frantically and groaning.

"My fairy, your spirit is lacking in oil, and the fire poison is attacking your heart."

Yu Liang took a deep breath, his eyes instantly becoming focused and shrewd, like an old street doctor specializing in treating sprains and bruises.

"You need to cool down and regulate your Qi!"

Om-!

The operation of "Everything can be played" is underway.

His right hand blurred into a blur, and high-frequency vibrations traveled down Mo Yuan's spine.

sizzle-

That was the sound of the Xuan Tie's fatigue being forcibly soothed.

It was the sound of accumulated malevolent energy being shattered.

The technique is tricky, sometimes using gentle, slow movements, and sometimes using wide, sweeping motions.

From the cervical spine to the coccyx, it spirals all the way down to the coccyx.

"Um……"

Mo Yuan, who had been tense and convulsing, suddenly trembled and let out a muffled groan that made people blush.

The voice was both delicate and charming, carrying a soft, cleansing quality that seemed to cleanse the soul.

"Junior brother...it feels a little sore down there..."

"Don't move! This is a proper meridian massage!"

Yu Liang, drenched in sweat and gritting his teeth, said, "These transmission shafts of yours are all rusted to death! How am I supposed to fix them without shaking them open?"

Applying pressure with your palm instantly triples the vibration frequency.

"ah--!"

Mo Yuan suddenly tilted her head back, and an unnatural flush instantly rose to her pale cheeks.

His unfocused pupils suddenly contracted, staring intently at Yu Liang, who was giving him a "massage".

The madness in their eyes faded, replaced by a fervor that opened the door to a new world.

"So this is what it feels like to be taken apart and then put back together..."

"It's even more intoxicating than what's described in storybooks..."

The scene is so beautiful.

A man and a woman, dressed in rags, were entangled in a thick, foul-smelling swamp of intestinal filth.

The man's face was contorted as he groped her, while the woman's face was flushed and she was panting heavily.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was some kind of demonic cultivation site of the Hehuan Sect.

Even Pigsy couldn't help but secretly open a gap between his hooves, his green bean eyes filled with disdain.

Bah! Shameless!

As Yu Liang frantically "polished" the area, the misaligned gears within Mo Yuan's body were put back in place, and the blocked spiritual path was violently cleared.

A strange heat flowed back into my palm.

That was the "engine oil evil energy" in Mo Yuan's body. After being transformed by the mark of divine punishment, it turned into pure energy, repairing Yu Liang's damaged meridians.

Cause and effect resonance.

At that moment, their auras strangely merged into one.

Click.

The final crisp sound.

The spider spears behind Mo Yuan unfolded again; although a few were broken, the remaining ones gleamed with an even colder luster.

She slowly opened her eyes.

The turbidity in his eyes had completely disappeared, becoming as clear as a cold pool, reflecting Yu Liang's oily face.

She reached out and gently wiped away a drop of engine oil from Yu Liang's cheek.

The movements were so gentle they were chilling.

"Junior brother's cooking... is really good."

She licked her lips, her voice hoarse, with a hint of lingering satisfaction: "From now on... you're only allowed to repair me."

Yu Liang shivered.

Just as I was about to complain, I suddenly heard noisy footsteps and angry shouts from afar.

"Damn it! Where did those two troublemakers go?"

"That's... Xiao Wufeng? And Ye Aotian?"

Yu Liang's expression changed, and he scooped up Pigsy, who was watching the show.

"Senior sister, you'd better stand up straight! Whether you get out of here alive depends entirely on how nimble your legs are!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

She slowly rose, the broken mechanical spider spears unfurling behind her like a steel flower blooming in purgatory.

"rest assured."

She looked in the direction from which the sound came, her eyes instantly shifting from tenderness to extreme bloodlust.

"Who dares to touch my collection...?"

"I'll take him apart and feed him to the pigs."