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

The turbid air transformed into a giant hand, carrying the black pot as it raged through the sword demon's esophagus.

Yu Liang wedged his feet into the pot handle, gripped the edge of the pot with his left hand, and desperately tried to pry Mo Yuan's fingers off with his right.

"Relax!"

Yu Liang forced the words out through gritted teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace: "The pot's made of iron, but my kidneys are made of flesh! Are you going to strangle it?"

Mo Yuan couldn't hear.

Or rather, she simply didn't want to listen.

The broken spider spear pierced the wall of the pot.

She clung to Yu Liang like a plaster, completely wrapped around his arm.

Those unfocused eyes were fixed on the frantically throbbing veins on Yu Liang's neck.

A sickly yet satisfied, foolish smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Beat rate... 120 beats per breath... perfect..."

"Junior brother...you are my...living specimen..."

The black pot bounced violently.

Her long, slender legs wrapped around them even tighter, as if she wanted to knead them into a lump of mud.

Click.

Yu Liang heard the groaning sound of his ribs and almost burst into tears.

This isn't a senior sister, this is a humanoid python spirit!

"belch--"

A long, satisfying burp came from the bottom of the pot.

Piglet lay sprawled at the bottom of the pot, his pink belly rising and falling with his breath, a half-eaten piece of unchewed Demon Eye remnant still clutched in his hoof.

It glanced lazily at the nearly lifeless Yu Liang, its eyes full of disdain, and changed its posture to continue picking its teeth.

The rock wall overhead writhed, transforming into a gigantic human face that blotted out the sky, and the abyss's throat opened, unleashing a terrifying suction force.

"Junior brother."

Mo Yuan suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse: "There are some more ornaments down there."

Yu Liang peered out with difficulty.

With just one glance, my blood pressure spiked to 180.

Above the churning, rotting mud, a silver sword aura condensed into a taut thread, tightly hooking onto the bottom of the pot.

On the other end, it was connected to the ruthless sword in Xiao Wufeng's hand.

Xiao Wufeng stepped on Ye Aotian, Ye Aotian grabbed Tuoba Ye, Tuoba Ye held Qian Duoduo, and Bai Lian'er hung at the very end.

A neat row, like dried salted fish.

"Senior Brother Yu! Help!"

Bai Lian'er looked up, her face still pitiful even with mud splattered on it, her will to survive written all over it.

"Just pull me up... and I'll be yours! I'd even be your concubine... no, your foot-washing maid! Waaah..."

"Save your breath!"

Yu Liang rolled his eyes and yelled down, "This is a rice cooker! Overloading it will cost extra!"

Xiao Wufeng's voice came through the sword thread, as cold as ice.

"Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone."

"The giant face is a portal, requiring blood sacrifice to open. You are the offering, we are the side dishes. If the karma isn't heavy enough, you won't be able to break through."

Shameless with a clear conscience.

"Fuck your grandpa!"

Yu Liang slapped the pig's buttocks with his backhand, the sound crisp and loud.

"Hey, stop pretending to be dead!"

"Give these bastards some strong liquor! Trying to hitch a ride? No way! This is a paid train!"

Pig Grandpa rolled over and got up.

It glanced at Xiao Wufeng, who looked down on people, and a fierce glint flashed in its beady eyes.

My throat is swollen and distended.

"puff!"

A stream of green acidic liquid, carrying remnants of the Demon Eye, sprayed out.

Xiao Wufeng's body twisted in a strange way.

That deadly "extra food" landed squarely on Ye Aotian's face below.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

"Ah!! My hair ornament!!"

Ye Aotian let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The crown corroded, and the hair bun instantly turned into a bald patch, emitting smoke.

"Damn pig! I'm going to kill you!!"

Ye Aotian collapsed and roared, even loosening one hand to cover his head, causing the entire string of "salted fish" to shake violently.

"Ahhh! Don't throw me off! Don't throw me off!"

The white lotus hanging at the bottom paled, her sharp tongue fully revealed: "Ye Aotian, you piece of trash! If you dare splash me on your face, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces!"

"The life-giving gate is in the left eye! Only three breaths left!"

Ignoring the chaos below, Xiao Wufeng stared intently at the anomaly above and calmly reported the location.

Yu Liang suddenly looked up.

The giant face's left eye socket, which had been tightly closed, had now collapsed into a vortex portal shimmering with eight-colored light.

That was the only way out.

"Senior sister! Don't go into heat if you don't want to die!"

Yu Liang's dantian roared as he pushed the "Everything Can Be Discussed" mental technique to its limit, forcibly absorbing the surrounding violent turbid energy to increase its pressure.

"Turn your trigger up to the maximum! Charge into that eyeball!"

"Hold on tight... to my... collectible."

Mo Yuan murmured.

The spider spear pierced deep into the pot wall, and the core of the spirit emanated a piercing shriek.

The black pot drew an illogical arc in the air, moving sideways against the terrifying suction force, leaving a trail of screaming tails, before plunging fiercely into the vortex.

The world spun around.

To maintain her balance, Mo Yuan wildly waved several spider spears in the air.

"Pfft."

A muffled thud—that was the sound of Ye Aotian's hard-won half-updo being pierced.

Qian Duoduo's abacus beads snapped, and "crackling" they flicked across Tuoba Ye's face, leaving him with pockmarks.

"ah--!"

An even sharper scream rang out.

In the chaos, Bai Lian'er was kicked by someone and flew out, her face hitting Pigsy's belly.

"boom!"

The black pot crashed through the boundary wall.

Like a giant inverted bowl, it completely covered everyone underneath.

From the darkness came Yu Liang's furious roar.

"Who poked their finger up my nose? Pull it out!"

"And Senior Sister Mo Yuan, move your legs away! You're pressing on my dantian, you know that could easily cause me to suffer a qi deviation!"

This was followed by Bai Lian'er's broken cries.

"It stinks! What is this stuff? It's soft and hot... and it has bristles?! Ugh... it's lard! My face... is my face ruined? Get away! Get away from me, you dead pig!"

With everyone's help, the truth was revealed.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound, a deathly gray silence instantly filled the field of vision.

This is a huge plaza suspended in mid-air.

The ground beneath my feet is covered with broken stone tablets, and eight dilapidated stone pillars stand around me, each exuding an ancient and imposing aura, as if telling the story of the ruthlessness of time.

"Spiritual power..."

Ye Aotian clutched his chest, his face ashen.

Magical arts are forbidden here.

His spiritual energy was frozen like grease, so he couldn't even summon a flying sword to fix his hair. He could only stand there, bewildered in the wind, with his bald head steaming.

Bai Lian'er collapsed to the ground, frantically pulling out a bronze mirror, her fingertips trembling.

"The air here is so dry... Without spiritual energy to nourish it, I'll get wrinkles! That damned Yu Liang! It's all your fault!"

In the center of the square.

A faceless statue stands there, holding up a rusty bronze compass with its hands, the surface of which is engraved with ancient seal script resembling tadpoles.

Xiao Wufeng forced himself to step forward.

Just one glance was enough to send shivers down his spine and two streams of blood flowing from his nose.

"Cannot be looked at directly."

He closed his eyes, his voice hoarse yet still maintaining that annoying calmness: "These are the Dao inscriptions that bear the laws of the universe; mortals cannot fathom them."

Yu Liang wiped the oil off his face and leaned closer.

A stinging sensation?

not at all.

The structure and flow of these lines are very similar to the "cause and effect dog-avoidance talisman" that he drew in the corner of the wall when he was begging to avoid vicious dogs.

It was even more sloppy than that one.

"Exquisite".

Yu Liang's lips twitched, and he pointed at the compass, looking at everyone with a serious expression.

"It says here: 10,000 spirit stones per person, cash only, no credit, violators will be stripped of everything."

Everyone: "..."

Qian Duoduo instinctively clutched her storage bag, her face wary: "Yu Liang! Stop talking nonsense! This is clearly ancient script, how could it be written in such vulgar language!"

"You don't know anything. The simplest truths are the most profound, and in the end, they all boil down to money." Yu Liang said without batting an eye.

"Click."

A sharp crack broke the silence.

Pig Lord took a bite out of the statue's toe, knocking out half a tooth, but managed to dig out a broken stone slab from the crack in the rock.

Xiao Wufeng suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at the inscription on the stone tablet, his voice trembling:

"Heaven and earth have flaws, and the path of the Way is used to mend them..."

"Four foundational paths, four variable paths, a total of eight paths."

"It is not humans who cultivate the Dao, but the Dao that feeds on humans..."

Upon reading this, he abruptly shut his mouth.

His eyes swept over the crowd with a dark and ambiguous look, and he swallowed the rest of what he was about to say.

Rumbling--

As the aura of the crowd spread, the eight lifeless stone pillars suddenly trembled.

Large chunks of the outer stone skin peeled away, revealing the true form of the seal inside.

That's not a pillar.

Those were eight ancient swords of different shapes, each exuding an aura of terrifying laws—or rather, eight instruments of torture embodied by the laws themselves.

hum!

The golden greatsword trembled, and a suffocating aura of imperial power crashed down.

"Thump!"

Ye Aotian's knees buckled, and he uncontrollably knelt down on the ground.

His eyes were glazed over, as if he were seeing the supreme monarch.

A fanatical yet humble expression appeared on her face, and she even began to tidy her shattered hair, trying to submit in the most perfect way.

"Long live the Emperor..."

Tuoba Ye, who was not far away, was in an even worse situation.

Facing a dark, long sword, he found himself drooling uncontrollably.

Its eyes were filled with a frenzied, beast-like appetite, and a low growl escaped its throat: "Meat... such a big piece of meat... eat it... and I'll become stronger..."

And Bai Lian'er.

Her gaze was fixed on a slender, pink sword shrouded in mist.

The sword seemed to reflect countless beautiful faces, each one smiling at her and telling her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"So beautiful...that's me...that's the perfect me..."

Bai Lian'er's eyes were glazed over, and a strange, infatuated smile curled at the corners of her lips.

Her hands moved uncontrollably to caress her cheeks, her nails digging into her flesh and drawing blood, but she was completely unaware of it.

"If I get it... all the men in the world will kneel at my feet... even that blind man Yu Liang will..."

Xiao Wufeng held the Ruthless Sword in his hand.

The sword tip pierced his palm, and blood dripped down.

He used the pain to maintain his last bit of consciousness, his gaze wandering over the ancient swords before finally settling on Yu Liang, who hadn't been greatly affected.

A cold smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"It seems that this so-called trial has only just begun."

Xiao Wufeng wiped the blood from his nose, his tone tinged with mockery.

"Everyone saw their deepest desires and fears."