Chapter 639

Wangliang was feeling somewhat bewildered.

At this moment, it was making a bet with two Sword Immortals, wantonly dividing and consuming the heaven and earth of Wangliang Mountain.

This wager had originally been proposed by the Ruyi Sword, and it also happened to align with Wangliang's own intentions.

The content of the wager was: gather the strength of all the Sword Immortals, first divide and consume the old Wangliang Mountain, then start over from the beginning, restore their strength, and recast each person's Sword Momentum.

Wangliang Mountain was originally built by Wangliang single-handedly. At that time, it learned the orthodox path of all Sword Immortals: first circle off a piece of land to unfold Sword Momentum, use Sword Momentum to cast a domain, forge rules, create all phenomena, generate the origin, and then evolve into a true "Tianwaitian." But what it forged at the time was imperfect; the first step went smoothly enough, the second step was very crude, lacking all living things and merely fobbing things off with endless sand dunes, and the third step—the origin—was not even off the ground when Wangliang met with disaster.

Thinking about it now, Wangliang still feels it suffered a huge loss. Entrusted by others, it first fought a battle with the Jinwu Broken Sword, and after fleeing in a sorry state, it went to look for trouble with Baiyujing. After causing a scene in Baiyujing, it finally managed to capture the self-sealed Ruyi Sword with the help of outsiders, but upon returning to Wangliang Mountain, it somehow bumped into the Jinwu Sword again; in the end, the Jinwu Broken Sword split once more, and Wangliang was also destroyed and suppressed.

In its suppressed state, especially during those first few years, it had almost no power. It was a comprehensive incapacitation; power, Spirit, and realm were all suppressed to the point of near-Disappearance, leaving it muddled and dull, like a rock.

It was precisely under these circumstances that Yingyuan began to gradually spiral out of control.

At the same time, taking advantage of Wangliang's loss of control, the constrained Ruyi Sword also fled into Yinglang with the remnant souls of the Disciples she protected. Although she was also exhausted and no better off than Wangliang, frequently falling into slumber while in Yinglang, her Sword Momentum still gradually spread to every corner of Yinglang and slowly gained control of it.

At this time, Wangliang was powerless, so it controlled Wangliang Mountain by creating Abyss Envoys. However, because it was actually difficult for it to spare the focus to shape them, it simply and crudely washed off the Sword Images it had swallowed over the years and remade them into Abyss Envoys. Consequently, there were many oddities and useless trash among the Abyss Envoys, but not a single useful talent to be found. The most useful one was still Manying, whom the Ruyi Sword had shoved over—the kind who would betray it at any moment.

Originally, Wangliang's design had Yinglang above to coordinate celestial phenomena and winds, Yingyuan below to control the power of the origin, and the Wangliang Mountain Abyss Envoys in the middle to assist, ruling over slave owners and slaves, as if it were a cycle of three realms, no different from a true Tianwaitian.

Who would have known that after it finally managed to break free a hundred years later, it would see that Yinglang had been occupied by the Ruyi Sword, Yingyuan had already spiraled out of control, and the Wangliang Mountain in the middle had been made into a foul mess by incompetent Abyss Envoys and various manor owners, a place where even dogs couldn't stay. Not to mention that various factions had slaughtered their way into Wangliang Mountain with impure motives, infiltrating it until it was like a sieve, the kind that couldn't even be patched.

If Wangliang were a talent for governing the world and had patience, it might have calmed its heart to tidy up the mountains and rivers from the beginning. After all, it was all its own heart's blood, and it was all created by its own hand; by unraveling the threads one by one, there would be a path to follow.

But how could it have such patience?

That day, when it was awakened from the Altar once again and finally discovered that the situation was extremely dire—with the Abyss Envoys wiped out until only a few scattered ones remained, and the various manors of Wangliang Mountain devastated until less than one in ten survived—it was first consumed by rage. Following that, what it thought of was not avenging its subordinates, nor driving out those ants it didn't even hold in its eyes, and not even restoring the prestige of Wangliang Mountain, but rather thinking:

"It's ruined, it's already ruined!"

Why not just start over from the beginning?

To break and then establish—that would be satisfying instead.

However, starting over is not simple. Wangliang Mountain can still be redone, but it can no longer budge Yingyuan and Yinglang. Only by first swallowing Wangliang Mountain to obtain a portion of its vital energy can it continue to sort out Yingyuan.

But that requires preventing other forces from sticking their oars in while it destroys Wangliang Mountain. The ones that must be guarded against most are the Yinglang above, the Yingyuan below, and the Destruction in the middle...

It truly is fraught with difficulties.

Just at this moment, the high and mighty Ruyi Sword, which showed signs of almost waking up, sent it a contract.

The Ruyi Sword was willing to temporarily cease hostilities and even help it suppress the soon-to-riot Yingyuan, on the condition that both sides join forces to divide and consume the remaining vital energy of Wangliang Mountain to restore their respective strength.

Of course, once they had each recovered their strength, fighting to the death would go without saying.

Wangliang pondered for a moment and felt it was acceptable. It wasn't that it was willing to share its own things with others, but rather that it could use this to achieve its own goals.

But how to divide this portion of power in the middle was a problem.

As for dividing it fairly, one bite for you and one bite for me, the Ruyi Sword believed that Wangliang occupied the geographical advantage and was present in its true form, so it would inevitably take great advantage. A more explicit rule needed to be drawn up. Furthermore, with Destruction waking up on the side and cackling incessantly, showing signs of stirring up trouble, it was also a force that could not be ignored. Therefore, the three parties jointly agreed on a rule to divide and consume Wangliang Mountain based on the victory or defeat of pieces on a chessboard.

This rule operated quite steadily, and Wangliang had always been relatively indifferent. Even though the Silver Camp kept winning and expanding, and the power of Hua Yaozhi showed signs of catching up from behind, it remained very calm—although the Ruyi Sword was eating until it was fat and bloated, was the power of Wangliang Mountain really so easy to digest?

Those powers all had hidden dangers. Wangliang didn't care at all how much she ate; it only cared about whether it could eat enough power to recover. As long as it reached a certain threshold, it wouldn't mind flipping the chessboard directly and turning hostile.

By then, as long as Destruction didn't enter the fray, it wouldn't fear the Ruyi Sword at all. It could even take back Yinglang in the process.

However, an accident happened at this time.

It suddenly discovered that its pieces were dying continuously. And they weren't dying in the Shadow space, but dying inexplicably after coming out. And they died in large batches, with no one around them moving at all.

At this rate of death, it wouldn't take many times before its people were all dead.

By then, its progress would be completely stalled, failing to reach the standard it wanted, and any other plans would be empty talk.

Someone was targeting it and causing destruction!

Who is it?

Is it one of its two shameless opponents making a move to ruin its good deeds? Could it be Destruction? Did it guess its purpose and therefore make a move to stop it at a critical moment?

What made it even more suspicious and fearful was that it hadn't discovered at all how its old opponent, who was right under its nose, had played these tricks. Logically speaking, this was absolutely impossible.

The pieces below were even less likely; as tiny ants, how could they play tricks under its very eyes?

Since it didn't know who the mastermind was, it could only watch helplessly as its people died out...

As if!

How could Wangliang let you get away with that?

It would just erupt directly.

It roared: "Which of you two made a move? Disturbing the order, are you trying to start a war? Ruyi Sword, could it be that you..."

Who knew that the moment it opened its mouth, the Ruyi Sword erupted, shouting loudly: "Wangliang, are you framing me? You are truly going too far!"

Then, countless silver threads gushed out from the spherical Sword Momentum, rolling toward Wangliang like a waterfall.

It was actually the Ruyi Sword who made the first move!

Wangliang was shocked and furious; it never imagined that the Ruyi Sword, whose strength had not yet surpassed its own, would actually strike first. In a fit of rage, its massive shadow Sword Momentum erupted suddenly, and countless Shadows spread out, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

Sword Momentum—Heaven Darkens, Earth Shadows!

Countless Shadows burst out of the sphere in the great Momentum. They didn't come out one by one, but erupted in layers. The previous shadow had just left the sphere when the next one had already emerged, just like flipping through pages of a book, the pages flipping out afterimages. Countless Shadows gushed out, as if endless.

Although those silver threads were numerous, the Shadows were even more numerous, and their speed was as fast as lightning, submerging the silver threads in an instant.

At the same time, Destruction muttered with a bit of excitement: "Starting already?" and also began to release light—

Just as the two Sword Immortals were starting a war due to an inexplicable catalyst and Destruction was intending to stir up trouble, a powerful force suddenly erupted behind them.

It was a force that made even the Sword Immortals feel danger.

A stone tablet rose from the distance, with a phantom image a hundred times the size of the broken tablet reappearing behind it.

That stone tablet was very old and broken, as if it had been exposed to wind and sun for thousands of years at the entrance of a dilapidated, poorly maintained little temple, almost turning into a stubborn rock, but one could still see four large characters carved on it:

"Mountains and Rivers Broken!"

At the same time, it was as if an ancient voice was sighing: "Broken—"

Boom!

At the same time, the Broken Force erupted!

That was not an explosion originating from the outside, but an implosive force born from within. Of the three massive spherical sword Momentums, aside from the Destruction Sphere—which had yet to have its form destroyed and spun about on its own to dissipate this explosive Momentum—the other sword Momentums currently being unleashed suddenly vibrated, cracking open with fissures of varying sizes, the entire sword Momentum spinning wildly like a whipped top.

This cracking was no small matter; countless silver threads and Shadow poured out like mad, instantly filling the entire space. After the heavens and earth were torn open with countless void-like holes, these silver and black colors became the protagonists, filling the space. The shadows and silver threads that had been fighting previously were splashed everywhere, almost like popped popcorn.

"What?"

Wangliang had not expected that his clash with the Ruyi Sword would turn him into the mantis in the eyes of the oriole; beyond his great rage, he also suffered a momentary trance due to the loss of control over his sword Momentum.

In this moment of trance, a figure suddenly appeared and slashed over with a sword—

The speed of that sword was no less than the speed at which the layers of overlapping shadows had just scattered wildly; it was a speed that transcended thought.

Pfft—

Wangliang was actually pierced through by a single sword strike!

Yet after thrusting this sword, that person felt not a shred of joy, but instead immediately turned and flew back, the speed of which was in no way inferior to the speed at which he had arrived.

At the same time, from the space behind where countless Shadow were in Superposition, a hand reached out, grabbing toward him.

This grab was equally swift, but it was, after all, a fraction of a second slower to initiate and could not strike first by arriving later; it did not catch the person's body, but it did catch a cloak on the person's body.

Swish—

The cloak was torn off, and that person also left the area where the Shadow were most concentrated, escaping beneath the shattered stone stele and receiving the protection of the power that stood alongside the Sword Immortal.

At this moment, Wangliang's true form walked out from the Shadow, still in that youthful figure, but the golden Mask was no longer worn on his face, leaving only a blur that was neither human nor non-human; that appearance could be seen as a silhouette from afar, but the closer one looked, the more terrifying it seemed.

It clutched that black cloak and sneered: "Trying to kill me within the Shadow? You must be blind and out of your mind. What kind of thing are you, daring to come and seek advantage of me? And hiding your head and showing your tail..."

As it said this, it saw the opponent, and with confusion and disgust, said: "Eww—what kind of monster are you?"