Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 467 The Viewer

This happened so suddenly and unexpectedly.

Ning Zhiqi and the others were so shocked that they were speechless, not knowing what had happened, and assumed that the fake Elder Qian had been devoured.

Han Ge asked in a trembling voice:

"This secret realm... it eats people?"

Elder Qian's gaze was solemn. He certainly didn't believe that Zhu Wuyao had simply disappeared. He suspected that an even greater crisis was brewing in the shadows.

He said:

"Lu Tiaotiao, can you find her?"

Lu Tiaotiao's body was surrounded by spiritual light, and as she made her deductions, one could hear a slight sound, similar to the friction of fine sand.

"She is the secret realm."

As Zhu Wuyao merged with this secret realm, the black lotus, swaying above the lava flow, was swallowed up by the black lava flow, like a small boat overturned in a storm.

The black lotuses collected by individuals then turned into liquid and slowly dissolved into this world.

She sat cross-legged in the silence.

A landscape painting hangs high in front of me.

The thoughts of the crowd drifted through the surrounding void.

The landscape paintings have been completely altered.

The sound of the magic pen came:

"You can see everything clearly, and you know what to do."

"This secret realm can restrain everyone, but it cannot restrain Lu Tiaotiao. This is our greatest crisis."

The surroundings were silent when Lingbi's childlike voice suddenly broke the silence, creating an eerie and chilling atmosphere.

Zhu Wuyao remained unusually silent.

She looked toward the deepest part of the secret realm, where there lay a skeleton, its texture lustrous, like the finest white jade.

These are "her" remains.

This traitorous madwoman not only sacrificed her senior sister, not only built this secret realm with human lives, but also refined her own remains into magical artifacts in order to reshuffle the power of the four sects.

This is a cold jade corpse puppet with Nascent Soul stage cultivation.

It can be used by the holder of the Spirit Pen.

She didn't care about the lives of others, nor did she care about her own life or death.

Not to mention the peace after death and the dignity of the corpse, as long as it is useful, why not dump it all into this quagmire?

There was no other way to go, Zhu Wuyao had no other option.

Outside the secret realm, Qingyun Sect's reinforcements are on their way to help; inside the secret realm, the strongest swordsman seeks to devour the Spirit Brush.

Zhu Wuyao took out his spirit brush and wrote a single character on the cold jade corpse puppet—

"kill!"

It has been infused with a driving force.

Within the secret realm, the earth shook violently in an instant, and a rumbling sound came from beneath the ground. The magical artifact buried deep within the secret realm shook off the soil, and like a god of war, slowly stood up.

She stood tall and awe-inspiring, holding a scythe and carrying it on her skeletal shoulders, her feet treading on black lava flows, exuding a menacing aura.

Zhu Wuyao crossed out that will of "self-preservation first".

He threw his magic brush into the painting.

Within the secret realm, there are two battlefields.

One was the Cold Jade Corpse Puppet battling Elder Qian and the others, its scythes slicing through the whistling wind, its imposing presence aimed at reaping their lives.

One is the duel between Lingbi and Lu Tiaotiao, where the most unpredictable and intractable cause and effect, and the world's strongest sword, are devouring each other.

And the Heavenly Dao of this world—

Zhu Wuyao was watching everything, manipulating all matter in this world.

Wherever the skeletons went, mountains and rivers parted and made way, and all the falling fireballs struck Elder Qian and the others with perfect accuracy.

As she flicked her fingertips across the ink and dragged it into the air, a torrential rain began to fall within the secret realm.

Everything was accelerating the loss of spiritual power in the person within the painting, causing their free will to be lost and turning them into a symbiotic entity.

Elder Qian had already guessed that Qingyun Sect's assistance had been blocked.

The torrential rain poured down, and black raindrops fell on his body, sprouting dense roots that he shook off and created a protective shield. He drew his sword, ready to fight the cold jade corpse puppet head-on.

But at that moment—Zhu Wuyao's spiritual energy suddenly stagnated.

The torrential rain from the sky was like a bucket of sewage being poured out, quickly losing its momentum.

All manipulation of this world seems to have come to a standstill.

A sudden inspiration struck Wu Ya, and she shouted:

"This person has been affected by our clan's secret technique, causing his spiritual energy to circulate sluggishly. He may be our only chance of survival!"

Zhu Wuyao could manipulate the objects in the painting and save the bookseller from his injuries, but she could not heal herself through this. Her injury was equivalent to a deviation from the natural order of this world.

The person holding the pen cannot put their pen to themselves.

Lingbi was already at a disadvantage, and the reason she was able to fight Lu Tiaotiao to a standstill was entirely due to the advantage of the venue.

Seizing this opportune moment, the swordsman Lu Tiaotiao naturally wouldn't let it slip by. Almost simultaneously, a sword light slashed out, and the unparalleled, supreme sword intent slashed towards this realm. The sword shadow emerged from the painting, slashing towards the giant eye in the sky and towards the person viewing the painting outside the realm.

A flash of sword light streaked before Zhu Wuyao's eyes, blindingly bright. The next instant, a sharp pain shot through him as fragments of sword energy tore into his body from his pupils.

Indeed, he is the strongest in the world.

Even when confronting the Spirit Brush, the power of a single sword strike is enough to cleave through the boundary.

It seems that the bookseller really did survive; the price of saving lives now truly falls on her shoulders.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes, and hot tears welled up in her eyes. The pain made Zhu Wuyao's voice tremble slightly. She made a quick decision and said to the spirit pen:

Share your vision with me.

The spirit pen devoured the karma surrounding Lu Tiaotiao.

That was the sword intent that belonged to others and had been devoured by Lu Tiaotiao over millions of years, thus establishing a causal connection with the deceased and surviving sword cultivators of the Qingyun Sect.

Each time the spirit brush absorbs a strand of sword intent, it erases that intent.

But there are too many.

Lu Tiaotiao represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship, embodying the sum of sword intent accumulated by the Qingyun Sect over millennia.

Its progress is extremely slow.

Without hesitation, upon hearing Zhu Wuyao's voice, he immediately shared his vision with Zhu Wuyao.

Zhu Wuyao saw everything again.

But what she saw with her magic pen was not the material world.

Rather, it is a complex web of causes and effects, the weight of countless people and things, the intertwined wills of those within the realm, and many other things.

Concepts that non-human thought cannot comprehend.

All the information flooded into Zhu Wuyao's consciousness, chaotic and disorderly. The torrent of information almost overwhelmed her personal will and nearly tore her mind apart.

An ominous red glow appeared within the secret realm.

Everything in the material world began to fluctuate, its form became unstable, and it constantly expanded and contracted, indicating Zhu Wuyao's state.

This is exactly what she wants.

As her mind became confused, all the wills that were symbiotically bound to her collapsed.

Following her last rational judgment before the shared vision was established, she determined the positions of everyone based on the entangled points of cause and effect, and then extended her finger to trace the scroll.

Within the secret realm, the earth split open with cracks.

The black abyss is devoid of sunlight.

It engulfed all the dazed and confused Qingyun Sect cultivators, and the black roots wrapped them up layer by layer, sinking them into the earth.

Elder Qian is still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Lu Tiaotiao and the Spirit Brush continued their devouring.

Zhu Wuyao endured the pain of the sword energy raging through his meridians, adapted to his newfound vision after going blind, and resisted the onslaught of information from the spirit brush, before hurling the bladeless sword into the scroll—

This is a sword that even the Heavenly Dao's computational power cannot capture.