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

Hmph!

Deep within the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, a mournful howl pierced the deathly silence.

The pink pig kicked wildly, burying its head in the ground, its big ears covering its eyes, and its fat body trembling like a sieve.

It smelled it; it wasn't the smell of death, it was "nothingness".

That was absolute nothingness after it was forcibly erased by the Heavenly Dao.

In Pig Lord's perception, Yu Liang was transforming into an indescribable mass of chaos, being forcibly stuffed into this intricately operating world.

The will of the heavens is frantically resisting, attempting to completely erase this unreasonable "anomaly" from the world.

"...Don't leave..."

The pig-man stuck out his tongue, trembling, and frantically licked the translucent back of the hand.

It dared not bite; if it did, it might bite not flesh, but the collapsing vortex of the Great Dao.

It could only use its pitiful saliva to try to leave a mark of the mortal world on this soon-to-disappearing body.

"Alright."

Yu Liang's voice was elusive, as if it came from the deepest abyss, carrying a hint of disgust: "It all smells like saliva, disgusting."

Although his voice was weak, the languidness ingrained in his bones became more and more real.

"Save your licking, this is our life-saving money."

Yu Liang looked down and watched as the transparency on his fingertips rapidly faded, replaced by eerie, jet-black lines that slithered across his skin like living snakes, instantly covering his entire body.

Those aren't scars; they're the "marks of divine retribution" left behind after defying the will of Heaven.

He clenched his fist, but there was no exhilarating surge of power; only a chilling, penetrating insight.

"Smack."

A crisp snap of the fingers.

Cause and effect continue, and heaven and earth return to their rightful place.

……

The Taiqing Hall was deathly quiet.

The eerie scene was reflected on the giant water mirror: the rusty sword that even Dao Ling despised was now firmly held in Yu Liang's hand.

"puff--!!!"

Gu Santong's cheap liquor turned into a cloud of blood mist, and he was thrown straight up from his chair as if struck by lightning.

"You wicked disciple! You wicked disciple!!"

The old man clutched his head with both hands, his ten withered fingers digging into his tangled gray hair. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets as he hysterically roared, "Throw it away! Throw it away right now! It's a pile of scrap metal! It's a money-loser! Why did you pick it up?! Where's your usual shrewdness, your determination to act only when you see a benefit?!"

The old man threw a tantrum on the ground, looking more desperate than if he had seen his own father come back to life.

The surrounding peak masters looked at each other, their faces showing disbelief and disbelief, as if they were watching a madman.

"Heh." Qin Mian lightly waved his feather fan, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Playing tricks."

He pointed at Yu Liang, who appeared petrified in the image, his eyes looking as if he were looking at a deal destined to lose money: "No spiritual energy fluctuations, no resonance with the Great Dao. Trying to pick up bargains in the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb? This time, Purple Bamboo Peak will lose everything."

Dugu Ao frowned, looking away with disgust: "His sword-wielding posture is extremely ugly. If such a despicable person becomes a sword cultivator, it would be a disgrace to the supreme immortality of my Qingxuan Sect."

In the corner, Man Gu's wild eyes were fixed on a corner of the screen, his voice low and menacing: "Something's not right."

The veins on his neck bulged: "That pig... is afraid. That beast dared to bare its teeth at my intimidating presence, but now it's cowering like a coward. There's something wrong with that sword."

Seated in the main seat, Xuanweizi narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapping the armrest out of rhythm, thinking to himself, "All things possess energy. Only this child is devoid of it. He doesn't not exist; he is simply shut out by the laws of this world..."

……

The Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, the central square.

Looking at Yu Liang, who was standing motionless, Xiao Wufeng's tense nerves relaxed, and what surged into his heart was a furious anger at being fooled.

"I thought there would be some kind of miracle."

Xiao Wufeng shook his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent that turned to ice. "So it was just an ant trying to shake a tree. A useless sword paired with a useless person, quite a perfect match."

He lost his last bit of patience.

Every moment this farce continues is an insult to Kendo.

"Since the sword does not choose me, then I will cut open your head, take it out, and melt it down and reforge it."

Xiao Wufeng moved, and with that move came a fatal blow.

Without any fancy sword techniques, he compressed all the murderous sword energy within him, which had gone berserk due to being rejected, into his fingertips.

In a flash, that long, pale, blood-stained hand, like a precise boning knife, pierced straight into Yu Liangtian's skull.

Five steps.

"Three steps."

"step."

Yu Liang remained motionless, not even blinking, as if he had truly perished.

"Die."

Xiao Wufeng's lips curled into a cruel smile as his fingertips touched the stray hairs on Yu Liang's forehead.

In that instant, Yu Liang's previously empty and dull eyes suddenly focused.

Deep within the pupils, the world fades.

The dazzling spiritual light peeled away, turning into countless gray and white lines.

He saw the thick black "killing line" on Xiao Wufeng's fingertip, which, carrying the inevitable cause and effect, locked onto his brow.

This is predetermined.

When a mortal is killed, he or she dies.

This is an ironclad rule.

"Stop! That's mine!"

Not far away, Mo Yuan dragged her broken mechanical arm and roared, her voice shrill and filled with a sickly anxiety: "Who gave you permission to touch my materials? If your finger shatters the skeleton, it can't be put back together, and my 'Perfect Romance' will be incomplete!"

Yu Liang ignored the crazy woman, only slightly tilting his head as if he had seen something extremely dirty, his eyes revealing an instinctive disgust.

The next second, a scene that was enough to shatter the world's understanding of cultivation unfolded.

That killing intent, condensed to its extreme and said to be indestructible.

The moment it touched Yu Liang's skin, it seemed to encounter some kind of extremely poisonous filth that should never be touched, and it "slid" away without warning.

It wasn't that I was bounced away, it was that I was rejected.

The "Scumbag's Mindset": Passivity at its peak – never take initiative, never refuse, and never take responsibility.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth regarded him as an alien being, while the killing intent of the sword regarded him as a black hole of cause and effect.

They would rather defy the fundamental principles of heaven and earth and forcibly deviate than be tainted by this "loophole in the way of heaven" in the slightest!

"Sizzle—!"

The ground behind Yu Liang was instantly cleaved into two bottomless ravines by the leaked sword energy, with gravel flying and dust billowing.

Yu Liang, who was at the center of the storm, was completely unharmed except for his hair being blown into disarray.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Xiao Wufeng's perpetually icy face.

His fingers hovered in front of Yu Liang's eyebrows, his fingertips trembling violently.

"It...it slid open?"

Xiao Wufeng stared at his hand in disbelief, and a crack appeared in his Dao Heart at that moment.

"My sword has never missed its mark. It can never evade its target!"

As the smoke and dust cleared, Yu Liang slowly raised his head.

Those bloodshot eyes held a mixture of mockery and madness.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, like a shrewd businessman who had just finished a big deal, and whistled at the astonished Xiao Wufeng.

"Sorry, senior brother."

Yu Liang stretched out his finger and gently brushed Xiao Wufeng's hand away as if swatting away an annoying fly, grinning slyly, "Looks like you even know your sword aura. I'm a scumbag with a mountain of debt. Getting involved with me... is going to be a disaster."

Inside the Taiqing Hall.

"Click."

A crisp sound broke the silence.

The ancient copper coin that Tianjizi had been playing with for many years turned into dust.

The wise man, who had calculated everything without fail, suddenly stood up, staring intently at the water mirror. For the first time, his usually calm face revealed shock: "Immune to all laws? No... this is untouched by all laws! Even the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth despises it, refusing to interact with it? What kind of bizarre constitution is this?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a worn-out boot covered in mud and wine stains suddenly stretched out and arrogantly stomped on the table in front of Tianjizi.

"Pah! What do you mean by 'dirty'? Can't you speak properly?"

Gu Santong, who had just been throwing a tantrum on the ground, crying and demanding to be expelled, suddenly sprang up as if nothing had happened.

He casually wiped the snot and tears from his face, tilted his head back and took a swig of cheap liquor, his old face beaming like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"That's called 'passing through a sea of ​​flowers without a single petal clinging to you'! Do you even understand what that level of mastery means?"

Gu Santong pointed at Yu Liang, who was completely unharmed in the water mirror, and spat all over Tianjizi's face: "See that? This is the Dharma form of my Purple Bamboo Peak's unique secret technique—the Great Perfection of the 'Shameless Divine Skill'! As long as you treat yourself as nothing, who can cut a fart in half?"

The surrounding peak masters' lips twitched violently.

Where does this shamelessness come from?

Tianjizi completely ignored Gu Santong's nonsense. His eyes flashed with bloodlust, and he frantically made calculations with his fingers, trying to analyze the cause and effect of Yu Liang's fate through the water mirror.

"No...it doesn't make sense...this is neither a cultivation technique nor a physical constitution."

Tianjizi's face was deathly pale, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His voice trembled with utter disbelief, "In the Heavenly Dao's destiny chart... there is no such destiny as 'Yu Liang'! This is... Heavenly Chaos, no such destiny can be found!"