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

The area in front of the Taiqing Hall was eerily silent, as if the wind had died.

Xuanweizi's words, "The discarded sword is yours," shattered everyone's spectator's mood.

Yu Liang's crying stopped abruptly.

This masterful acting made the thousands of cultivators present feel a pang of jealousy.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He clung to that rotten, rusty sword like a miser guarding his trash.

"What a loss." Yu Liang patted the rusty iron, his face full of disgust. "With this smell, even a dog wouldn't smell it if you threw it on the street."

Disdainful glances arose from all sides.

As expected, he's hopeless.

Having received the opportunity personally promised by the sect leader, instead of being grateful, they are nitpicking over the price of scrap iron.

Such a person is destined to be a waste product in the cultivation world.

Yu Liang, however, didn't care about any of that.

He shakily got to his feet, turned around and stared at Tianjizi, whose face was ashen.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes.

He stretched out a dirty hand.

Palms up.

Spread your five fingers out.

"Master Uncle".

Yu Liang sniffed.

"Although this sword is now useless, that finger strike you just made was truly powerful, possessing the might of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"My little heart is still trembling."

He rubbed his fingers together.

"Look at the compensation for emotional distress and lost wages...shouldn't you offer some tokens?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

crazy!

This kid is absolutely insane!

How dare a mere Qi Refining stage ant extort money from a Nascent Soul Grand Perfection expert?!

Tianjizi was forcibly calming his surging blood and qi.

Upon hearing this, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at Yu Liang.

The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched violently.

If looks could kill, Yu Liang would have been chopped into dumpling filling by now.

"very good."

Tianjizi gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words from between them.

In order to maintain the demeanor of a superior person.

In order not to lose face in front of such ants.

He waved his hand casually.

Ding-dong.

A small porcelain bottle rolled into the dust at Yu Liang's feet.

It's like giving money away to a beggar on the street.

"roll!"

Yu Liang picked one up and smelled it; it contained three Qi Gathering Pills. Even a mosquito's leg is meat.

"Thank you for the reward, Master Uncle!" He carefully put the porcelain bottle away, revealing his greedy face once again.

"Let's go!"

A strong wind swept by.

Gu Santong laughed heartily.

The wine gourd swelled in the wind, and he scooped up Yu Liang and Pig Master from the ground.

"You old bastard, next time you want to cleanse your sword, remember to prepare your spirit stones in advance!"

"My apprentice's appearance fee is quite high!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The gourd of wine had transformed into a streak of light, violently crashing through the clouds and disappearing into the horizon.

All that was left were a group of dumbfounded cultivators and Tianjizi, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

……

The gale-force winds at high altitudes are like knives.

As soon as he stepped out of the Taiqing Palace, the playful expression on Yu Liang's face instantly crumbled.

"puff--!"

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to vomit blood.

But there was no blood.

What was expelled was a cloud of empty air.

"apprentice?!"

Gu Santong exclaimed in surprise.

Yu Liang slumped on the gourd, unable to feel any air in his lungs. It wasn't cold, it was emptiness.

Yu Liang struggled to raise his left hand.

The fingertips holding the sword were completely transparent.

Through the palm of your hand, you can even clearly see the clouds rushing past below.

That transparency was spreading wildly upwards along her wrist.

The price has come.

They forcibly defined the destructive strike of a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator as a "cleansing technique".

This is an overstatement; the logic of the world can't reconcile it.

Heaven decided to directly delete the person who created the bug.

"Pig... Pig Lord..."

Yu Liang's hands trembled as he tried to grab the pink pig in his arms.

That was his last straw.

If I just take a couple of breaths of this pig's primordial good fortune, I might be able to fix this bug.

but.

Piglet was lying sprawled out in his arms.

Eyes closed tightly.

A huge golden snot bubble was rising from its nostril, its size fluctuating with each breath.

That crash in the Sword Tomb took too much to handle, causing it to freeze and restart.

It’s over.

The power bank lost power.

"Master... hurry..."

Yu Liang's voice seemed to come from near and far.

"I feel like... I'm going to disconnect."

Gu Santong broke out in a cold sweat.

He had lived for hundreds of years and had never seen such a bizarre Dao injury.

The ancient three-way spiritual power was poured in, but it passed right through his body.

"Hold on tight!"

Gu Santong let out a low growl and stomped his foot hard.

The gourd let out a mournful cry, overwhelmed by the weight.

The speed increased dramatically, almost tearing space apart.

But he knew it in his heart.

This is an erasure at the level of laws.

Even if he flew faster than light, he couldn't escape the deletion button pressed by the will of Heaven.

……

At Zizhu Peak, the area in front of the thatched huts was bustling with activity, like a hundred ghosts walking at

"I'm back!"

The erhu played mournfully, and the sixth senior brother's ghostly wailing led to the urgent funeral procession.

"This wind, this murderous aura—it's the rhythm of Junior Brother's return to life!"

"This time I'm definitely going to make him try on my funeral clothes. With the tassels, he'll be at the forefront of fashion on the road to the underworld!"

"Shut up, you blind man."

Fourth Senior Brother Mo Ju slammed his iron arm into the ground, his serrated blade trailing bits of flesh. "This body is mine! This time, it'll have eight legs!"

"Hehehe... All of you, stop arguing."

Second Senior Sister Hongyao leaned lazily against the door frame.

He held a jet-black pill between his fingertips, its surface faintly showing a grotesque, shrill face.

His eyes were unfocused and dangerous.

"Junior Brother went to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords and must have suffered internal injuries."

"At this moment, it is precisely the time that my newly developed 'Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Heart Bliss Pill' is needed to... pamper you."

in the corner.

The eldest disciple, Kumu, was holding a rag and affectionately wiping the huge black coffin.

He muttered to himself, "This time, I'm not coming out unless I lie here for three days and three nights..."

"Make way...make way, everyone..."

The ground rippled.

A bald head slowly emerged from the soil; it was none other than the third senior brother, Tu San.

He squinted and slowly turned his neck like a sloth.

The voice was high-pitched and sarcastic.

"What's the rush... anyway... in the end, we'll all be buried in the ground..."

"Judging from the scraps my junior brother brought back this time... they must be quite lucrative..."

On the roof of a thatched house.

Fifth Senior Sister, in her painted skin, was drawing the corners of her mouth in front of a bronze mirror.

Her face, devoid of features, was covered in exaggerated face paint.

He was holding a long, still-dripping red vein in his hand.

The voice was plaintive and sorrowful.

"The leather...it's perfectly fine...the wind is strong in the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, if it tears...I'll have to sew it back up..."

Beside the stove.

Ah Tuo was elegantly stirring a large, boiling black pot with his hooves.

He held his head high with arrogance, his bangs flowing, his eyes weathered and cold.

He glanced at the sky and spat out a mouthful of spittle in disdain.

boom--!

The light fell to the ground, and dust rose everywhere.

Su Xiu tucked the abacus to her waist and rushed to the front: "Liar! You actually know how to come back?!"

Su Xiu cursed as she ran toward the gourd.

The senior brothers and sisters surrounded them like wolves and tigers.

However, when they were three steps away from Yu Liang, everyone suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Their eyes, which were originally filled with greed, fanaticism, and shrewdness, suddenly showed a moment of bewilderment.

That moment of blankness.

It was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Yu Liang's fading heart.

Su Xiu frowned as she looked at Yu Liang, who was slumped on the gourd.

Her eyes looked unfamiliar.

It was like looking at a stranger you'd never seen before.

"Who are you?"

Su Xiu asked subconsciously.

Then, she shook her head, as if trying to remember something.

"Wait...who was I supposed to be picking up again?"

The red medicine behind him was also stunned.

The pill in his hand fell to the ground and rolled twice.

The ghostly face let out a scream, but she was completely unaware.

He looked at Yu Liang with a puzzled expression.

"Strange... why did I bring out such a precious waste pill?"

"This transparent thing... doesn't look like a medicine cauldron for testing medicines."

The mechanical arm of the ink gauge stopped rotating, and the serrated blades drooped down.

He scratched his head, his mechanical eyes flashing red.

"Logical error... Target lost."

"Who... was I trying to saw off just now?"

The eldest brother, Kumu, simply slammed the coffin lid shut.

He muttered, "That's strange. I clearly felt like a big client was coming, but it's just air."

The vein threads in the painted skin's hand drooped limply.

She touched her smooth face.

"No skin...no face...empty...then what am I supposed to sew?"

Tu San slowly pulled his head back halfway.

"No physical form...not fertilizer...a waste of effort..."

Ah Tuo simply slammed the pot lid on and elegantly rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright, let's just leave this soup for the dogs."

The erhu music in Guiku's hands stopped abruptly.

He listened intently, a look of confusion on his face.

"No heartbeat, no breathing... This isn't a dead person, this person doesn't exist."

"Then who should I mourn for?"

Their voices grew fainter and fainter.

The focus in my eyes began to blur.

Memories of "Yu Liang" are being forcibly formatted by the world.

In their minds, Zizhu Peak seemed to have never had such a junior brother.

fear.

An unprecedented fear overwhelmed Yu Liang like a tidal wave.

He is not afraid of death.

But he was afraid of disappearing.

He feared that no one in the world would ever remember that he had ever been there.

Even this group of lunatics who wanted to saw off his legs, poison him, and bury him.

The moment of forgetting also made him feel a chill to the bone.

Yu Liang opened his mouth.

I want to shout.

I want to swear.

He wanted to tell them that he still owed eight million spirit stones.

But no sound came out of his throat.

Half of his body had completely melted into the air.

Only a pair of eyes remained.

He watched in despair as his "family" turned to leave.