Chapter 1748: Subverting the Illusory World, Entering the Memory Source; Cicadas Chirping in Summer Woods, Flowers Not Yet in Bloom

“Still cultivating?”

“Yes, Xu Ye is still comprehending, he’s probably almost there. The ‘Intent Sword’ has already condensed.”

“No, it’s been how many days already... I’ve been to the Central Region’s Tian Sang Ling Palace and came back, even spent a lot of spirit crystals to buy a ‘Shou Shou Plushie’, and he still hasn’t finished cultivating?”

“Central Region? Tian Sang Ling Palace?”

“Mhm? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing... Ah, I’m bored, I want to see a big battle!”

In the Five Regions Preaching Mirror, a group of people had been paused on the sixth layer of the Dead Sea for over half a month.

During this time, Xu Ye was either cultivating or cultivating, and the crucial point was that Cang Sheng Da Di wasn't attacking him.

Everyone kept to themselves; the world suddenly became so peaceful and loving.

And Xu Ye, apart from the various phenomena around him, basically hadn't moved...

“Thump!”

But the Preaching Mirror didn’t give up.

Feng Zhong Zui had been filming Xu Ye for half a month and suddenly felt his eyes blur. “Xu Ye, did you just kick your leg?”

This question woke everyone up and brought their focus back.

It wasn't a hallucination!

Xu Ye really twitched just now, like someone tripping in a dream, his leg suddenly jerking.

“He’s cultivating, right?”

“He’s definitely not sleeping, is he?”

“Could it be that he was tired from tribulation and napped for half a month, while we watched him sleep for half a month?”

The Five Regions didn't have time to voice more doubts.

But after Xu Ye twitched his leg, his body suddenly jolted, and his skin mutated.

In an instant, the Dead Sea’s pure water exploded with a crash, and a towering giant, so tall its head was unseen, rose into the air.

“Roar!!!”

—Limit Giant!

Feng Zhong Zui was so scared he nearly peed himself. Fortunately, he peed in the Dead Sea’s pure water, so no one noticed.

The giant's sudden roar didn't just startle him; it sent even the saints of the Dead Sea tumbling in disarray.

The Preaching Mirror was thrown out of hand and tumbled erratically.

“Steady!”

First Generation Red Robe Fang Wen Xin waved his hand to calm the Dead Sea’s waves.

He also huddled up, shrinking under a massive, hard object that was possibly the Limit Giant’s toenail.

When there was no need for hostility, but one could observe the deep, gully-like skin纹理 up close, even Fang Wen Xin couldn't help but feel a surge of dread.

“So the Sacred Emperor’s Golden Edict is truly useless, completely unable to restrict the Void Giant race’s gigantification?”

“Can a person truly become so massive in an instant, like a Kun Peng?”

These were not important; what was important was...

Fang Wen Xin casually retrieved the Preaching Mirror and threw it to Feng Zhong Zui, looking out into the void:

“Cang Sheng Da Di is going to attack Xu Ye?”

Xu Xiao Shou didn’t know if Ai Cang Sheng would seize the opportunity to attack him.

Under the stress response of the Spellhound Feast, let alone the Limit Giant, he almost activated his entire Second Awakening in an instant.

But at the same time, it was also precisely at this critical juncture...

“Sui Yin?”

As Divine Sensitivity activated, an electric shock burst in Xu Xiao Shou’s mind.

He keenly realized that this Sui Yin and that Sui Yin had the most fundamental difference:

Sui Yin had devoured so many semi-saint and saint emperor positions in the Divine Relic. The injuries he sustained under the Four Divisions Divine Will were so severe that even his physical body couldn’t recover.

Now, having lost the Divine Relic, a high-rule level blessed land, and being adrift in the starry sky without a place to stay.

How could he possibly fully recover his state in a month or so, and then ambush him when his Sword Dao Disc was undergoing super Daoization, not his Spell Dao Disc...

Intercept him and choose to retaliate?

“Great Illusory Void, Great Thought as Usual.”

“This is neither the ultimate illusion, nor the ultimate thought.”

“Because, Hua Wei Yang, you are full of flaws!”

Xu Xiao Shou immediately stopped all means of counterattack, even dispelling the Limit Giant. He allowed the Spellhound Feast to bite him, and after a forceful tug.

“Hiss!”

Blood splattered in the void, and flesh bits flew everywhere.

An intense pain surged in his mind, like his body was being torn apart by five horses, and his consciousness was being devoured by ten thousand ants, making it almost impossible to think.

But that was just pain!

Xu Xiao Shou gritted his teeth and endured it.

He had learned this during his postnatal spiritual refining, even before he came to this world—this was his unique “talent”!

He firmly believed that his judgment was not wrong; Sui Yin and Kong Yu Hen could not have allied.

All the changes here were still just demonstrations of Hua Wei Yang’s second world.

And the reality was that all of this occurred because of his greatest current fear—of a full-strength Sui Yin, of an unknown Kong Yu Hen.

The second world Hua Wei Yang used, in the records, should even be described as “extremely low-level,” because it only amplified parts of his fear, nothing more.

Of course.

It couldn’t be ruled out that all his deductions were wrong, and this was indeed the arrival of the true Sui Yin.

But even if Sui Yin truly returned in full strength and successfully joined forces with Kong Yu Hen, Xu Xiao Shou wouldn’t mind dying once.

He had just awakened “Berserk Golden Body”!

He had the confidence to start over!

Flesh and blood splattered, self-disintegrating.

After Xu Xiao Shou was completely annihilated in the void, the entire dilapidated battlefield, evolved from the world of flowers, fell into a deathly silence.

The wind blew.

On the barren land of the Divine Relic, the first flower bloomed, followed by the second, the third...

Hua Wei Yang’s voice reappeared, carrying a hint of approval, satisfaction overflowing:

“Kid, you’re very good; you’re the second person in millions of years who can...”

The world suddenly shifted, interrupting Hua Wei Yang’s voice.

The multicolored flowers that had bloomed from the earth were suddenly assailed by a chilling wind and weathered away directly.

Just as it was about to recede, from the dilapidated battlefield of the Divine Relic, to revert to the previous lush flower world, the second world.

Suddenly, the transformation was halted!

It was twisted back into the appearance of the dilapidated battlefield of the Divine Relic!

“Hmm?”

This time, Hua Wei Yang’s surprised exclamation could not be held back.

But it was also at this moment, just like him, Xu Xiao Shou, who had completely disappeared in this world, his mocking voice could already be heard floating down from all directions:

“Kid?”

He chuckled, then shouted loudly:

“Coward! In your second world, you only dared to imagine Sui Yin and Kong Yu Hen?”

Second world?

Who doesn’t have a second world?

Great Daoization?

Who doesn’t have Great Daoization? I even have Sword Dao Disc Super Daoization!

Playing tricks on me?

Only you, Great Sword Saint Hua Wei Yang, are allowed to set fires, but I, a later Ancient Sword Cultivator, am not allowed to light lamps?

Testing me?

Who gave you the courage, who gave you the qualification, to test me with such a condescending attitude upon our first meeting?

“Illusion Sword Art · Second World!”

Unlike the veiled actions of Great Sword Saint Hua Wei Yang.

Xu Xiao Shou, who toyed with illusions, even directly shouted his intention—he wanted to fight, he wanted to spar!

“Immeasurable Silent Son!”

Though formless, Xu Xiao Shou activated his second world while annihilating himself, with his body, spirit, and consciousness all super-Daoized.

He was already equivalent to Daoization, equivalent to Hua Wei Yang. His body, spirit, and consciousness merged into the world of flowers, becoming its will.

Following this, the cry of “Immeasurable Silent Son” was not to manifest nine celestial dog eclipsing moons behind him—he had no body!

Instead, within the entire “world of flowers,” within his entire “self,” he transported the starry sky he had seen in the past Divine Relic, connecting it as an illusion outside the world of flowers.

Nine Immeasurable Silent Sons rose above the galaxy, vast and boundless, their nine moons shining together.

The nine moons suddenly brightened simultaneously, and in an instant, they drew boundless power from the world of flowers, filling his self.

“You dare not imagine, but I dare too much!”

Between illusion and reality, between madness and normalcy.

Under the influence of insane idealism, utilizing the nine moons of Immeasurable Silent Son filled with power, Xu Xiao Shou’s second world was truly wild.

But as the world of flowers returned to the Divine Relic, at the center of the world, a giant ancient book suddenly appeared.

On the ancient book stood a white-robed ancient sword cultivator with a sword on his back; it was actually a young Ba Zun An.

As Ba Zun An’s Sword-self appeared.

Without a word, he drew his twin swords and slashed across the sky.

“Swish! Swish!”

Two silver sword intentions swept across the starry sky.

Like Pangu splitting heaven and earth, they divided the Divine Relic into upper and lower three heavens.

When the first heaven materialized, a Five Decays of Heaven and Man bearing the image of a divine throne’s Sui Yin, had appeared on the desolate land at some unknown point.

“Forbidden · Double Sacrificial World Art!”

He raised his hands, and the first and eighteenth heavens of the Divine Relic, formed by the world of flowers, were sacrificed.

The world collapsed with a rumble, surging upwards.

Its power converged on the thirty-third heaven, compressing and forcing the will of the entire world onto the thirty-third heaven.

If Hua Wei Yang existed in this world, Hua Wei Yang’s will in this world would also be entirely pushed onto the thirty-third heaven.

“Come on!”

Xu Xiao Shou’s voice was tearing.

He wanted to shatter the thirty-third heaven, he wanted to thoroughly “kill” Hua Wei Yang in this “place of exile”!

Why the thirty-third heaven?

Why choose this place for exile?

Great Illusory Void, Great Thought as Usual, constructing out of thin air consumed too much power.

What Xu Xiao Shou could do was, just as Hua Wei Yang had dealt with him, to alter reality to achieve the ultimate illusion of mixing truth with falsehood, and turning illusion into reality.

But Hua Wei Yang could only draw power from the fears within his own consciousness, catalyzing the emergence of a potentially stronger Sui Yin and Kong Yu Hen.

How could he know...

No! He might actually know!

But he couldn’t utilize that person in his memory who wasn’t feared, yet whose power, simply speaking, was even inferior to that of an ancestor god in its initial recovery!

“Snap.”

In the pitch-black thirty-third heaven of the Divine Relic, accompanied by the sound of a spiritual infant’s withered branch being stepped on.

A beam of light descended from the sky, illuminating this world, and illuminating the only “person” with a physical form in this world.

That was a...

Tall, charming beauty—Aunt Xiang!

“Hmm?”

Such an unexpected appearance of a graceful woman in such an extreme battlefield environment seemed to make Hua Wei Yang somewhat stunned.

The next moment, Aunt Xiang formed hand seals, and without a word, she bent down and slapped the ground:

“Summoning Art.”

A gentle burst of qi exploded behind her, and her voice wasn’t loud.

After the faint smoke dispersed, a burly, bald man holding a long staff with a sweatband appeared within.

Not an illusion.

It was a real person.

At the moment this ordinary human appeared.

The world of flowers, that is, the thirty-third heaven of the Divine Relic here, and the power previously stored within the nine Immeasurable Silent Sons standing in the starry sky outside, all vanished.

It was as if they had all been devoured and digested by some ordinary human in one go.

“It’s up to you.”

After summoning Shen Yi, Aunt Xiang turned around and smiled sweetly.

After speaking, her head fell off, and her fragrant body completely rotted away, clearly dead, the kind that couldn't be revived.

Overlord Shen Yi, didn’t utter a word.

At this point, Hua Wei Yang finally seemed to catch up with Xu Xiao Shou’s nonsensical train of thought, exclaiming in surprise:

“Wait...”

What he had just thought was:

Ancient Sword Art’s super Daoization, it’s not impossible to try Xu Xiao Shou’s Illusion Sword Art Second World.

He was even willing to lend Xu Xiao Shou power, using the world of flowers as a foundation to fulfill Xu Xiao Shou’s fantasies and fill his nine “Immeasurable Silent Sons.”

Illusion Sword Art?

Who can surpass me?

But Xu Xiao Shou didn’t think so!

What he thought was, if you don’t dare to imagine, then I will start imagining boldly.

And in my world, the strongest thing currently is definitely not the Ancient Sword Art, nor my fears!

Imagination is free, under conditions where theory holds, requirements are met, equality and freedom exist, and there are no constraints...

Who dares to stand against an Ancestor God?

Only I, Four Divisions Shen Yi!

In the thirty-third heaven of the Divine Relic, facing Xiang Yao Yao who died before his eyes, Shen Yi did not break into the ghost gate to search for her soul. Instead, he slowly raised the long staff, Overlord, which was ranked on the list of heavy weapons, in his hand.

His knee sank, his force heavy.

His physical body shattered, his flesh and blood dissolved.

“Four Divisions!”

In the past Divine Relic, when Shen Yi shattered Sui Yin’s initially recovered body with his staff, he only used “She Shen” (sacrifice body) among the Four Divisions, and then his soul attached to Cao Er Zhu.

Imagination is free.

With his own mastery of the Four Divisions.

Xu Xiao Shou’s first use of the Four Divisions was to have Shen Yi use it in the manner of the Illusion Sword Art’s Second World!

With one sacrifice of the Four Divisions.

The space beneath Shen Yi’s feet shattered.

He raised his staff and leaped high, launching himself into mid-air, that Overlord, one of the nine supreme divine artifacts, violently bent...

After sacrificing body, spirit, will, and self, his power surged mightily. Before Four Divisions Shen Yi perished, with the assistance of the Eight Gates, Seven Constellations, and Six Paths...

One strike!

There was no fancy footwork.

A simple strike, cleaving downwards at the empty thirty-third heaven of the Divine Relic.

“Hup!!!”

“Wait...”

Xu Xiao Shou only heard such a surprised cry.

Under the Overlord’s single strike, the entire world twisted inwards, compressing and folding beneath the staff, then utterly shattering.

One force breaks all methods!

There was no sound of shattering.

He felt his surrounding “self,” that is, the world of flowers, twist, like a flower in a mirror or water rippling.

Afterward, the thirty-third heaven of the Divine Relic no longer existed, but the world of flowers also did not reappear.

His consciousness cooled, and the sensation was moist, as if he had entered a special domain previously untouched.

“Eh?”

Xu Xiao Shou lowered his head and turned his wrist, discovering that his body had returned—in fact, he hadn’t truly died, but was merely annihilated by the illusion of Hua Wei Yang’s second world.

He could now be certain that his judgment was correct.

The fact that Berserk Golden Body didn’t activate proved that Sui Yin and Kong Yu Hen were all fake.

Hua Wei Yang’s Illusion Sword Art was indeed skillful.

But only skillful.

“Could it be that he held back?”

“But I didn’t hold back...”

Xu Xiao Shou knew the power of his strike.

She Shen Shen Yi made Sui Yin suffer greatly. Could it be that Four Divisions Shen Yi’s strike critically hit Hua Wei Yang, beating his consciousness to death?

He landed in this secluded mountain spring area, surrounded by cicadas chirping in summer trees, with clear springs gurgling at his feet.

Along the path, faint wisps of cooking smoke could be seen not far away, rising from a wooden house enclosed by a fence.

Next to the house, there were a few chickens and ducks, neither fat nor thin, clucking and quacking.

Someone must live there, someone must feed them...

“So he’s probably not dead yet.”

“But one strike, and I sent him deep into Hua Wei Yang’s memories?”

Xu Xiao Shou clicked his tongue, unsure what emotion he should be feeling at the moment. With a hint of curiosity, he walked towards the wooden house ahead.

Before he arrived, his perception reached first.

His perception went ahead, saw no one, but heard a scolding voice from within the small wooden house:

“Where is Wei Yang?”

“Where is Wei Yang?”

“Ran off to drink and listen to music again?”