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

The Qingxuan Sect suffered a calamity.

It was neither an invasion by foreign enemies nor the descent of a celestial demon, but a strange Daoist aura called "Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder".

Between heaven and earth, there was no smell of decaying corpses, no fragrance of elixirs, only an appalling purity.

It all started with that absurd lie told in front of the Taiqing Hall.

Yu Liang pointed at Tianjizi's earth-shattering finger and confidently declared that it was the "Defilement Technique".

Lies are the cause, logic is the thread.

If this thread is not cut in time, it becomes like an out-of-control edict, eroding the entire clan along the veins of destiny.

……

In front of the Hall of Law Enforcement, the chief priest, Tie Wuqing, stood beneath the "Mysterious Stele of Precepts".

The black stone stands majestically, upon which are inscribed three thousand sect rules in vermilion ink, each word written in blood, representing the sect's ironclad laws for millennia.

"Recently, the sect's conduct has been improper! Today, I must reiterate the third rule of the sect!"

Tie Wuqing's voice was as cold as iron, and his gaze as sharp as a knife, slicing through the group of disciples below who were trembling with fear.

"Those who kill each other within their own sect will be killed without mercy!"

After speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to the surface of the monument, but his fingertip landed on empty space.

The surface of the monument is empty.

Tie Wuqing's brow twitched suddenly.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the originally bright red cinnabar characters were slowly fading away.

It was as if an unseen giant hand, wiping a rag, was frantically scrubbing away the "stains" on the stone tablet.

In that out-of-control causal judgment, the stone tablet is the real thing, while the writing is nothing more than the dust attached to it.

Since it is dust and dirt, it should be removed.

"What...what's going on?"

Tie Wuqing stepped forward and touched the stone tablet with his fingertips.

The moment it was touched, the last bit of cinnabar peeled off, turning into ashes and dissipating.

Next are the engravings.

On the incredibly hard basalt surface, the grooves began to heal and fill themselves automatically.

In the blink of an eye, the Xuan Stele, which had borne the majesty of ten thousand years, became a smooth, wordless stone slab, reflecting Tie Wuqing's astonished old face.

"Where are the characters?! Where are the rules established by our ancestors?!"

Tie Wuqing flew into a rage, his spiritual power surging wildly, and golden light gathered at his fingertips as he attempted to use his fingers as a brush to re-carve the design.

hum!

The moment the spiritual energy touched the stone surface, it was repelled by a gentle yet domineering force.

The stone tablet is resisting.

It seemed to have developed intelligence, believing that perfection was the ultimate truth, and that any scratches were blasphemy.

Below, a bold disciple swallowed hard and muttered under his breath, "Without this rule... does it mean that even if we take action, it won't be considered a violation?"

"puff--!"

Enraged, Tie Wuqing felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat a mouthful of blood onto the smooth, mirror-like stone tablet.

next moment.

The bloodstains evaporated completely before they could even drip down.

The stone tablet regained its desperately clean appearance, untouched by a speck of dust.

……

This strange "purifying" wind, following the spiritual energy of the earth's veins, rushed all the way up to Dan Ding Peak.

Inside the underground fire chamber.

Peak Master Qin Mian sat cross-legged on a futon, with a half-person-high purple-gold Bagua furnace in front of him.

The skill was superb, and the aroma of the medicine was irresistible.

This is the "Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill" that he spent three years refining, using half of the Dan Ding Peak's treasury.

Now, only the final step of nurturing is needed to complete the elixir's nine transformations.

"It's done."

Qin Mian's wrinkled old face relaxed, and he smiled like a daisy in autumn.

Om-!

Suddenly, the alchemy furnace emitted a strange buzzing sound.

Qin Mian's heart tightened, and his divine sense instantly probed into the furnace.

However, the smile on his face froze the next moment.

The art of alchemy emphasizes the relationship between the principal and assistant rulers, as well as the harmony of Yin and Yang.

Impurities and fire toxins in spiritual herbs are essential "guide materials" in specific refining processes. They form the framework of the elixir and lock in its immense medicinal power.

But at this moment, an extremely domineering power of law descended into the furnace.

The reasoning is simple and straightforward:

Impurities? Get out of here!

Fire poison? Go away!

Medicine coat? Go!

Under the judgment of that force, the "alchemy evil" accumulated on the walls of the alchemy furnace for hundreds of years is filth and should be removed; the "medicinal coating" generated when the medicinal materials are fused is impurity and should be removed.

Even the outer shell of the pill itself, which locks in spiritual energy, is considered a superfluous burden.

"No!!!"

Qin Mian let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He watched helplessly as the perfectly round golden pill was stripped naked, and its pure medicinal power, now unrestrained, instantly went out of control.

boom--!!!

The alchemy furnace exploded, and the terrifying shockwave slammed Qin Mian against the wall, making it impossible to pry him off.

But this is just the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, explosions rang out in succession from the first to the fifth alchemy rooms.

Countless medicinal herbs turned into dregs.

Qin Mian slowly slid down the wall, looked at the devastated alchemy room, rolled his eyes, and promptly fainted.

Before he lost consciousness, his mind was filled with images of the spirit stone growing wings and flying away, crying out as it flew: "I am unclean, I do not deserve to have a master!"

……

Hidden Sword Peak, beside the Sword Washing Pool.

Dugu Ao, dressed in white, was more beautiful than snow and frost.

He held his natal flying sword, named "Traceless," in both hands, his expression as focused as if he were caressing a lover's skin.

"The swordsman is sincere in his heart and sincere in his sword."

He muttered to himself, took out a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the sword.

In the past, this sword was incomparably sharp, but there were always some tiny, barely noticeable scratches on its blade, which were the medals left by time and battle.

But today, something seems off.

As he wiped it, the scratches actually disappeared.

It's not just scratches.

Even the "metallic essence" and "star sand" that were specially added to the inside of the sword during its forging to increase its toughness were judged as "filth" by the law and completely removed.

Dugu Ao's eyes gleamed brightly, and he felt that the long sword in his hand was lighter and clearer than ever before.

"Is this... the highest realm of swordsmanship?"

"Neither filth nor purity, only the sword and I!"

Dugu Ao let out a wild laugh and suddenly slashed at the void.

He struck the most aloof and arrogant pose, and flicked his wrist.

Ding.

A sound so crisp it was almost excessive.

Dugu Ao remained in the sword-wielding posture, staring blankly at his hand.

In his hand, only the hilt of a sword remained.

The extremely "pure" flying sword shattered into pieces on the ground due to the loss of impurities.

Dugu Ao stood frozen in place.

……

The chaos is escalating.

On Shenji Peak, all ten thousand mechanical puppets were paralyzed. This was because the "mermaid grease" at their joints was judged to be "oil stains" and was completely cleaned away, leaving Ouyang Ye heartbroken.

The spirit beasts of Ten Thousand Beasts Peak suffered from collective diarrhea simply because the beneficial bacteria in their intestines were identified as "foreign objects" and forcibly removed.

The once-feared, highly poisonous flower field at Baihua Peak has lost its toxicity and been turned into a vegetable garden.

In a corner of the Taiqing Hall, the thousand-year-old tortoise shell in Tianjizi's hand shattered with a "crack".

The cracks and burn marks relied upon for divination were forcibly repaired and smoothed out as damage. Without the cracks, how could the divination result manifest?

Tianjizi's hands trembled as he picked up a teacup to calm his nerves.

Just entered the mouth.

"puff--!"

A mouthful of water spurted out.

The tea's flavor, spirit, and color are all gone.

This is just a cup of pure, rootless water.

"This is outrageous...this is outrageous!"

Tianjizi's eye was cracked, but he dared not utter a curse.

He vaguely sensed that if even a trace of resentment arose in his heart, that negative emotion would probably be purified by that damned law, washing away his mind into a blank, foolish state.

……

Zizhu Peak is isolated from the world.

This place was so poor that even mice had to leave with tears in their eyes when they entered, yet it became the least damaged haven in this "purification catastrophe".

If there's nothing to lose, then there's no point in purifying it.

Inside the room, the sound of copper coins clinking together was crisp and pleasant.

"Three thousand five hundred and twenty-one..."

Su Xiu's fingers flew across the keyboard, the abacus clicking away with a clatter.

Yu Liang toyed with the rusty broken sword in his hand, looking at the ever-increasing account book with a contented expression.

Sudden.

A surge of scalding heat spread throughout his body along the patterns of the "Scar of Divine Retribution".

Normally, it only manifests when causal deception is overused, but now it feels as hot as a branding iron.

"Huff... huff..."

Pig, who was fast asleep on the corner of the table, suddenly sprang up.

Its beady eyes gleamed with a greedy, ferocious light, and its pig-like snout twitched wildly.

"What's wrong, Pig Lord?"

Yu Liang was taken aback.

Pig Lord ignored him, rushed straight to the door, opened his mouth wide towards the void, and took a deep breath.

A gray stream of air, barely perceptible to the naked eye, was swallowed into its belly.

Those are... fragments of broken laws.

Yu Liang's heart skipped a beat.

He looked out through the rusty sword's field of vision.

Above the entire Qingxuan Sect, countless causal lines that were originally perfectly aligned were now in complete chaos.

Some were broken, some were knotted, and some were convulsing wildly.

And the source of all this chaos vaguely points to... the sword in one's own hand.

"This is too dirty."

Su Xiu frowned and picked out a low-grade spirit stone covered in dirt from a pile of spirit stones.

She muttered unconsciously, "It would be great if it could clean itself automatically."

hum!

The rusty sword behind Yu Liang trembled violently.

The spirit stone in Su Xiu's hand instantly became shiny and then turned into powder.

"My money!" Su Xiu screamed.

Yu Liang gripped the restless hilt of his sword, cold sweat pouring down his back.

He finally realized what was going on.

The commotion outside, the faint, continuous explosions, and the chaotic fluctuations in the heavens... all were the work of this sword!

"It's over."

Yu Liang swallowed hard and looked out the window at the billowing black smoke rising from Dan Ding Peak in the distance.

If this is discovered, it won't be something that can be resolved by simply paying money.

This is a dead end where we'll be drowned in the spittle of thousands of cultivators from the entire sect.

We must stop.

However, once this logical deception takes effect, it cannot be stopped unless there is a stronger logical overlay or luck runs out.

Yu Liang stared at the stone powder in Su Xiu's hand, then looked at the devastated peaks, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Since this "purification" just won't stop...

Why not turn this "disaster" into a "chance" with a price tag?