Chapter 392: Troublesome

In just a few snaps of a finger, the roles of the fisherman and the fish, the backstabber and the backstabbed, rotated, and everyone was dazzled.

Whether human or ghost, everyone had shown their stuff.

Only the Sower was getting beaten, still getting beaten!

Yet, the Harvester and the Guide could only watch all this happen.

Powerless.

Clearly close at hand, yet it seemed as far away as the horizon, always a step too late.

The existence of Pang Pei and Ellis was like two walls with no end in sight, completely impossible to cross.

The stalemate between the Harvester and the Old Bureau Chief had not stopped from the beginning until now.

The Blade of Inevitable Destruction was stalled.

Clearly, it was a strike that would inevitably destroy its target, whether a sage or a dragon, if it hit, yet it couldn't be used, held tightly by those two fingers.

Unable to advance, unable to retreat!

If the Harvester were to comment on the current situation, besides disgust, there was only disgust.

Too disgusting.

The old man, who looked like he was wasting away, was actually no different from the embodiment of the entire present world, and that light, airy pinch hadn't even touched the Blade of Inevitable Destruction.

Instead, it acted directly on the underlying logic of the present world.

Making everything constantly change, or rather, stop changing.

———Heavenly Origin Deconstruction!

Beneath those two fingers, all the common sense, rules, and even processes that were once clear and vivid were covered in a layer of mist amidst the many complex changes, becoming completely strange.

Rigid, mutated, dull, sluggish.

At this moment, the death descending from the blade could not be blocked.

Hmm, indeed.

All things have a cause and an effect; if the fruit of death is destined, then no one can save it, but what exactly is between the cause and the effect?

There must be a process, right?

But now... this process, is it, perhaps, a bit too damn long?

It’s as if, suddenly, the whole world has become a huge bureaucratic institution. Every underlying rule that was once very familiar and brotherly is sitting behind a window, coldly and lifelessly processing all procedures and changes.

Including everything happening right now.

No matter how one changes or understands it, one cannot adapt.

Your thing is non-compliant, it has to be sent back to be redone, redone again, and redone again...

The form format is wrong, the documents aren't complete, sorry, we're off work, come back tomorrow, you're in the wrong place, go to window 1, bring proof first, how would I know...

But even after going through all the trouble to adjust and adapt to all the changes, one eventually finds that this isn't handled here, go to another department.

What? You came to handle this business? Then why didn't you say so earlier...

This sword didn't fail to take effect; it just hasn't finished the process!

Amidst his fury, the Harvester seemed to hear the incoherent muttering in his ear: "The logic is the logic, it's not that we don't do anything, we do, but when we do, we have to pay attention to the way and method..."

Will it ever end!

In contrast, Ellis’s side was simple and crude, so straightforward it was moving, almost making one want to shed tears.

No matter what Great Rift, Great Destruction, or Great Explosion, he took it all head-on!

A real man doesn't hide!

Come, stand firm, let's trade blows!

If you can't kill me, then I'm going to kill you!

More regrettably, there really weren't many people who could kill him, especially on the battlefield.

As the 'Earth Guard', his theoretical defense had no upper limit, and even after combining with the Empire’s Mandate of Earth Defense, he could almost be seen as the synthesis of the Empire’s Nine Provinces, half the present world.

Countless battle examples in history proved one point—to deal with such an opponent, you can only use special attacks; trying to compete on stats is simply a nightmare.

Unless you can blow up half the present world with one punch, it’s useless.

But even if you could blow up half the present world, heh, the lock is still there; no matter how high your stats are, even if they overflow, you can't exert them at all...

The Guide clearly knew this well, and was even too lazy to waste effort, dodging and weaving without losing a single hair, stimulating the opponent’s mentality with a word here and there.

These two bastards, they look upright and honest, but they are actually playing dirty, and they are dirty to the core!

And Tianlu, he had been playing dirty from the start!

He hadn't stopped at all!

What kind of decent person, after breaking a leg, uses a Heavenly Craft that can specifically target the enemy’s nature changes as a crutch?

That’s shady to the extreme!

No wonder you broke a leg back then and could drag this broken leg until today without being beaten to death; that’s already being bold and daring!

The situation becoming like this can only be described as uncomfortable.

The expedition hadn't even started and they were already nearly dead; if they kept fighting, by the time the other sages arrived, I’m afraid only a group beating would be left.

At this moment, the only thing the Sower could do was...

Cut off his arm to save his life!

Oh, the arm was already cut off.

But it doesn't matter, he could cut off another.

The moment he realized it was impossible, the Sower looked at Tianlu one last time, said nothing, withdrew all his essence and soul, and completely abandoned this broken body.

Then, there was the terrifying explosion that enveloped everything!

With his self-detonation, the Eye of the Great Calamity erupted suddenly, spewing infinite pollution. The terrifying shock spread through the present world, completely destroying the rift, and even blew a crack in the vortex.

And the Harvester and the Guide were nowhere to be seen...

Fortunately, the three people on the scene had long been prepared.

Seeing the Sower about to run, Tianlu didn't entangle at all, instantly pulling back, while Pang Pei raised his finger again, pointing at the sky, and drew a line.

Instantly, everything from the explosion stopped completely in mid-air.

Controlling all phenomena.

Then, the image of Tianlu appeared again, quickly repairing the present world, pulling the chains and lines, locks and wedges, and repairing all of this.

As for Ellis...

He rushed up, took a wave of self-detonation head-on, and after minimizing the losses, went to the side to smoke.

Couldn't help.

Watching the fun.

"A rare victory."

Pang Pei sighed with a half-smile, "As expected of Tianlu, planning and strategizing, truly amazing."

"Just a coincidence." Tianlu spread his hands, "Besides, didn't it also rely on the cooperation of you two?"

"Cooperation is useless too."

Pang Pei sighed and suddenly asked: "What about the Imperial Seal? Was that also your arrangement?"

Tianlu asked back: "Do I have anything to do with the Eternal Dynasty?"

Pang Pei was silent.

He sighed helplessly.

"Look on the bright side, at least it didn't fall into the Sower’s hands, right?"

In the dull atmosphere, he cracked a joke: "Look, his hand is still here."

But is it okay if it fell into Lu Changsheng’s hands!

Pang Pei wanted to spit a mouthful of old blood on his face, but had nothing to say.

But the rift was destroyed like this, and I’m afraid it would be hard to find any traces if they wanted to trace them.

Besides, there were the next actions... they couldn't just leave the cracks in the present world alone and find an Ethereal Heavenly Man to feel for clues inch by inch, right?

"Investigate."

He smacked his lips and popped a candy into his mouth to relieve the spreading bitterness: "Let’s investigate the Evil-Transforming Cult first."

Maybe we can find something, right?

People must always have hope, and they can't just watch the enemy operate in their own backyard.

Old enemies haven't left, and new troubles are added.

This life is truly enough.

There are three Sages of Folly, and that’s already troublesome enough.

Seeing this trend, I’m afraid there might be one more in the future...

Even though they had achieved such a rare victory, everyone couldn't help but feel depressed.

The future is going to be troublesome.

Throwing away the probing and struggling before and after, the time they actually fought didn't exceed three minutes.

But the aftermath was especially troublesome.

The rift was completely ruined. If left alone, after it completely disintegrated and lost its fulcrum, the carrying capacity of the present world would fall by a large margin again.

There must be some support.

Fortunately, a lot of materials were left in the rift, as well as this skeleton of the giant serpent, and even a severed hand and countless blood sponsored by the Sower...

In just a few moments, a shadow of a pillar of heaven, as if real and illusory, rose from the ground, appearing from the sea tide, piercing straight into the sky, connecting the dome, standing tall.

Soon, under Tianlu’s push, it completely sank behind space and disappeared.

Then came repeated sweeping and cleaning to ensure there were no hidden dangers.

After doing all this, Tianlu clapped his hands, looked at everything returning to normal, and nodded slightly.

A perfect ending, even better than expected.

That kid didn't live up to his hints and guidance after all?? In that case, the child A-Xian doesn't need to worry about anything anymore, right? As a teacher, one has to be reliable occasionally!

If he knew that his teacher had been silently paying behind his back, wouldn't he be moved to tears?

Hmm.

Tianlu’s movements paused, he patted his head, and suddenly remembered: Uh, come to think of it, did I miss something?

Ah, right, just now when the Sower self-detonated, the rift shattered, and the crack opened, something seemed to have fallen under the vortex...

Seems to be called... what was it?

Forgot!

Tianlu sighed with regret, and then remembered: Before that guy fell, he seemed to have asked him for help, waving his hand and shouting.

Wanted him to pull him up.

Unfortunately, he was too slow to react and didn't make it in time.

After all, I’m just an old dog who sells his head, it’s normal to have omissions, right?

Just like that, he clapped his hands, filled the last crack, and turned to leave.

Without taking away a single cloud.

And without taking the dog.

Good luck to you, kid!

Only Ji Jue remained under the vortex, hanging on the edge in the darkness, on the verge of falling. Seeing this last glimmer of light dissipate, his heart turned cold.

In the moment before he passed out, he only had time to give the middle finger.

"Tianlu, I f*ck your..."

SNAP!

The vortex closed and disappeared completely.

Calm seas and clear skies.

As if nothing had happened...

"Ah, Big Brother fell down!"

On the beach of Yacheng, at the Tide Workshop, the metal bird Xiao Jiu Gloria, jumping on the table, screamed in shock, flapping its wings in panic,

"He went to a very, very deep place, I can't see him anymore!"

"So dark, so scary..."

"Ah, he smashed into something very high, smashed through several layers..."

The little bird screamed in terror: "He was caught by a very scary old grandpa!

Will he be eaten?"

"..."

Behind the table, Ye Xian was silent, slowly closing the newspaper. Although a hidden danger and worry had finally been resolved, there was no smile or joy on her face, only becoming more gloomy.

That dog Tianlu!

What unnecessary things is he doing again? And he even involved her student!

And that dog Ji Jue...

She shouldn't have had even a shred of expectation for him!

Last time she told him to keep his tail between his legs and behave, he nodded so readily, but look, how many days has it been?!

Good news, Ji Jue finally agreed not to do irrelevant things; with her watching, he should be fine.

Bad news, he suddenly slipped out from under her nose to dig up a sacrificial temple...

Good news, Ji Jue really didn't use the Ye family’s name.

Bad news, he went to use the Evil-Transforming Cult instead...

In just half an hour, Ye Xian felt her blood pressure had been tortured, her vision going black again and again, her heart unable to hold up. In the end, seeing everything settle down, there was only exhaustion left in her heart.

A long sigh.

"Should have just cleaned up the sect directly..."

Fortunately, it’s not too late now.

Let’s just consider it mending the fold after the sheep is lost.

She picked up the teacup, finished the last bit of tea, slowly stood up, and lifted the box from under the table.

After patting the dust off it, her expression gradually became solemn.

"I'll be right back."

But before she could go out, she heard a sound from the sofa.

In front of the TV, Ye Chun suddenly turned her head, looked at her, and suddenly suggested: "How about I go this time?"

"...You?"

Ye Xian frowned subconsciously, gradually becoming serious: "Are you sure?"

"No choice, Auntie, you already made the old man very unhappy last time, right? If you go again this time, it might lead to a fight.

If I go, at least I can ease things up, right?"

Ye Chun thought for a moment and shrugged: "Old people like to be stubborn and care about face, and they hate it most when someone makes them lose face.

If a child acts cute, even if something happens, it doesn't matter."

"It’s not time for you to be in charge yet." Ye Xian shook her head decisively.

"We’ll have to deal with them eventually, right?"

"..."

Ye Xian was silent.

After a long time, she gazed at the young girl’s eyes and expression, wanting to say something, but felt helpless, only a sigh remained.

"Fine."

She put down the box, "Suit yourself."

"Then I'll be right back."

Ye Chun put down the potato chips, put on her coat, changed her shoes, and finally turned back, waving at her aunt, "I'm going out. If it’s too late, don't save dinner for me."

Ye Xian just waved her hand.

Her expression was unreadable.

And so, Ye Chun pushed the door and went out.

Amidst the crisp sound of the bell, the door slowly closed.

Under the afternoon sun, the outside was empty, and her figure had disappeared.

Only the little bird on the table tilted its head blankly.

Why...

Did Big Sister fall down too?