467: Chapter 466 Using Oneself as Anchor Coins, the Great Perfection Dharma Transforms into a Giant Axe

"Boom—crack!"

In the instant the inch-force erupted, there were no grand lights or shadows, nor was there the deafening roar of magic power.

There was only an extremely dull thud, like a thick, rusty iron bar being forcibly snapped from within, which exploded across the Void Realm from the contact point of the four knuckles of Zhou Wannian's right fist in this absolute silence.

The Absolute Mass refined by the Great Perfection Space Law completed its ultimate acceleration and collapse within a tiny distance of less than half an inch from the cliff wall.

This force accurately followed the physical flaw that Zhou Wannian's Great Perfection vision had analyzed—the texture representing the weak point where the Death Qi Laws intersected—and pierced deeply into the inner wall of this dark green copper coin like a red-hot steel needle.

"Clatter..."

The teeth-aching sound of shattering spread wildly outward from the origin point where the fist made contact.

The "Absolute Boundary," which claimed to reject any penetration or the extension of any variables, finally had an extremely tiny corner chipped off under this unreasonable, pure violence.

Flakes of dark green ancient copper rust, accompanied by the shattered remnants of the Space Law, peeled off the cliff wall with a rustling sound.

With this punch, Zhou Wannian forcibly smashed a fist-sized shallow pit into the copper coin, the dead end that had trapped the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds for billions of epochs.

But it was merely a shallow pit.

One ten-thousandth of a breath after the explosive force of the Absolute Mass had finished venting at that point, this unimaginably massive copper coin immediately launched a terrifying counterattack belonging to the deepest death loop of the Universe.

"Hum—"

The entire dark green square inner hole, including the infinitely extending circular outline outside, simultaneously glowed with a nauseating, turbid death light.

Around the cliff wall where the shallow pit had been smashed, countless strands of Death Qi Law, like venomous snakes that had smelled blood, surged crazily toward the wound.

They intertwined and wrapped around it, attempting to refill and weld the flaw shut in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a closed-loop crushing pressure, more than ten times more violent than before, surged back like solidified dark green mercury, crashing against Zhou Wannian's right arm with the force of an overturning sea.

This reactive force was the physical inertia of the entire Universe moving toward heat death.

Zhou Wannian's straight back suddenly sank.

The spotless cyan cloth shoes on his feet were forcibly plowed backward through the Void Realm, leaving two visible black space cracks. He retreated a full three inches.

"Hoo..."

Zhou Wannian exhaled a breath of turbid air from his nostrils, carrying a faint trace of white mist.

He lowered his head and glanced at his slightly numb right hand. Although the skin on his knuckles was not broken, it had taken on an eerie cyan-gray hue. That was the residual trace of the closed-loop Death Qi attempting to invade through his pores and freeze his Qi and blood.

"As expected of an old object that has trapped the Myriad Worlds for billions of years, its bones are indeed hard enough."

Zhou Wannian shook his right hand, casually dispersing the layer of cyan-gray Death Qi on the back of his hand.

He lifted his eyelids, his deep gaze fixed on the shallow pit in the cliff wall that was rapidly healing. On his handsome face, that touch of stubbornness not only did not fade, but instead, following the probe of that punch, it ignited completely.

He understood.

This damn copper coin was too big; it was so big that the destructive power of a single fist or a single point was like a mosquito bite to it. While the Absolute Mass of the Great Perfection Law could certainly smash out a flaw, if he only used his fists to chisel, the surrounding endless closed-loop Death Qi would exhaust his strength long before he could chisel through this cliff wall.

To deal with a perfect circle, to deal with a dead end that closed in on all sides, stabbing with a needle wouldn't work. He needed an axe.

He needed the most savage, the widest, the most unreasonable blade edge to split this copper coin's square hole, along with that nonsensical circle outside, in two!

"You want to exhaust me to death with this sky full of Death Qi?"

Zhou Wannian sneered.

He did not fold his hands behind his back like before to maintain that leisurely posture.

He suddenly took a step forward.

"Bang!"

The cyan cloth shoe on his right foot landed firmly on the edge of the shallow pit he had just smashed with his fist. His toes dug fiercely into the rough, dark green copper rust, and the Great Perfection Law flowed from the soles of his feet like countless invisible tree roots, crazily anchoring deep into this indestructible cliff wall.

Immediately after, his left foot stomped violently into the Void Realm behind him.

"Snap."

At this moment, Zhou Wannian completely abandoned all defensive postures and the agility of swaying with the wind.

He used his own feet, using his Physical Body that carried an unlimited amount of Absolute Mass, to forge himself into a gigantic rivet.

"Using the body as an anchor."

A low, sharp shout erupted from Zhou Wannian's mouth.

He nailed himself firmly to the inner wall of this copper coin, which represented the death trap of the Universe!

The surrounding violent Law storm, that dark green assimilation force pressing down like poured mercury, crazily scoured his body. His washed-out cyan cloth robe, under extreme tension, made "ripping" sounds as the sleeves and hem were torn by the storm.

But Zhou Wannian did not move a muscle.

He stayed stuck on the cliff wall just like a nail. No matter how your closed-loop rotates, no matter how your great momentum crushes, as long as I, this anchor point carrying Absolute Mass, do not retreat, you, this gear of the death loop, will never be able to turn smoothly!

After pinning his body in place, Zhou Wannian slowly raised his hands.

He did not cast any complex immortal techniques, but simply held his palms upward, his ten fingers slightly curled, making a motion of lifting something in the Void Realm.

"Since one punch cannot smash it."

In Zhou Wannian's eyes, which were as deep as a cold pool, one hundred and eight golden time dao patterns began to circulate. Deep within his Divine Soul, those ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gentle Jade-ified Chains, at this moment, emitted the most magnificent and thorough resonance since his birth.

"Hum—!"

This resonance was no longer a low hum of defense, but a roar before an attack.

"Then I shall switch to a more handy tool."

As Zhou Wannian's hands slowly lifted upward, the Absolute Mass inside his body, which had been compressed and anchored, began to overflow uncontrollably.

But this force did not turn into an indiscriminate gravitational field to crush the surroundings like before, nor did it collapse into a tiny black dot.

Above Zhou Wannian's head, following the will of his lifted hands, they began to slowly and arduously gather and take shape.

The Void Realm, above Zhou Wannian's head, underwent a terrifying distortion. There was no solid metal there, nor any dazzling light. There was only a pure "transparent blind spot" where the concept of space had completely collapsed due to the overwhelming mass.

Light passing through there would be directly swallowed; time passing through there would be infinitely stretched.

In this blind spot, an invisible giant axe, so massive that it could not be measured by sight and could only be perceived by the Divine Soul in its terror, was condensing and taking shape bit by bit.

There were no ornate patterns, no dragon-carved or phoenix-patterned axe handle. The blade of this giant axe was the ultimate manifestation of the Great Perfection Space Law; the weight of this giant axe was the Absolute Mass capable of crushing even black holes.

"Rumble..."

The giant axe had not yet fully formed, but the mere aftershocks of the condensation process had already caused the square hole space inside this copper coin to emit a moan of being unable to bear the burden.

The four straight, dark green metal cliff walls began to tremble slightly under this heavy pressure. The copper rust that had accumulated over billions of epochs peeled off in sheets, turning into void dust.

This giant axe was too heavy. It was so heavy that even the lowest physical framework of the Universe could barely contain it.

But Zhou Wannian knew that this was not enough.

If it were merely absolute physical weight, striking this copper coin that represented "heat death" and the "absolute closed loop," even if he could split open a gap, the conceptual Laws inside this copper coin that stripped away all vitality would instantly assimilate and disintegrate this pure physical force.

To split a dead, silent cycle, hardness alone was not enough; he also needed a "temperature" capable of melting this stagnant water. Weight alone was not enough; he also needed the "human touch" capable of filling this void.

Zhou Wannian kept his hands in the lifting posture, slightly tilting his head to look at the invisible giant axe above his head that was crazily absorbing everything around it.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, he did not recall the profound mathematical formulas he had derived from his Great Perfection Law, nor did he mobilize those high-dimensional memories belonging to the Creator level.

He opened the corner deep within his memory, the most inconspicuous one, the one most scoffed at by the masterminds of the Truth Realm.

"Whoosh—"

A faint, indistinct breeze suddenly began to blow within the airless square hole of the copper coin. In this wind, there was a sour smell of wine dregs.

Immediately after, around Zhou Wannian's tall, straight figure, and beneath the invisible giant axe that was condensing, incredibly, scenes of extremely faint yet exceptionally real Mortal life emerged.

It was the morning in a Jiangnan town. A vendor selling soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks tossed a piece of dough covered in chopped green onions into a pot of boiling oil, which made a crisp "sizzle," and the oil smoke, mixed with the fragrance of the dough, rose into the cool morning mist.

It was in a muddy alleyway. A scrawny, big yellow dog lay on a moss-covered stone slab, letting out a low growl to guard its food against passersby as it fought for a bone discarded by someone unknown.

It was in a blacksmith shop. A shirtless man swung a heavy hammer, striking a red-hot, crude iron billet again and again. Sweat flowed down his dark, swarthy back, dripping onto the glowing red iron and instantly turning into a wisp of white smoke.

It was on the counter of a wine shop. The Old Shopkeeper, using a rag that could never be washed clean, slowly wiped the table while grumbling in distress about which customer had underpaid by two coppers. And on that greasy wooden table, in a chipped coarse porcelain bowl, soaked a few boiled, softened salted peanuts. On the shells of the peanuts, a few grains of coarse salt still clung.

These images, these sounds, these scents.

They did not possess the power to destroy the heavens and earth; they were merely the most insignificant, lowest-level Mortal smoke and fire in these All Heavens and Myriad Worlds.

They were fleeting, they were selfish, and they struggled in the mire for survival.

But at this moment, guided by the will of Zhou Wannian.

These Mortal smoke and fire, this vivid vitality, flowed along his washed-out cyan cloth robe, surging frantically into the invisible giant axe above his head, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!

"Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—"

The form of the giant axe underwent a startling transformation.

Originally, it was just a transparent blind spot caused by spatial distortion due to excessive mass.

After being infused with this Mortal smoke and fire.

That invisible giant axe actually shimmered with a rich, warm yellow light that exuded vibrant life!

In this light, one could almost hear the sizzle of an oil pan, smell the savory aroma of salted peanuts, and feel the searing heat of the hammer striking the red-hot iron.

The edge of the giant axe was no longer a simple line of Space Law cutting.

It had been plated with the most unreasonable, most stubborn sharpness by these ceaseless Mortal obsessions!

Does this copper coin of yours not represent absolute silence? Does it not seek to strip away all vitality?

Then I shall use the smoke and fire of this Major Thousand Worlds—the noisiest, the greediest, and the most desperate to live—to forge the blade of this axe!

Can you assimilate physical weight? Can you assimilate the sourness of this yellow wine, the saltiness of these peanuts, and the ceaseless, restless drive of the living?!

"Hum—rumble!"

The moment this giant axe, which had merged Absolute Mass with endless Mortal smoke and fire, completely took shape.

The entire square hole inside the copper coin fell into an unprecedented state of trembling.

That dark green closed-loop Law seemed to sense a true natural enemy. Those Law storms that had originally been pressing in from all directions, upon contacting the warm yellow light emitted by the giant axe, were like snow meeting a red-hot iron, emitting ear-piercing shrieks as they were forcibly evaporated into nothingness.

The will of the copper coin finally felt fear.

"Sizz—sizzle—sizzle—"

Those four straight dark green metal cliffs, as well as the massive external circular outline far away, simultaneously erupted with a black, eerie light that was deep to the extreme.

It was no longer just attempting to assimilate Zhou Wannian.

It was contracting.

The underlying Law of the entire Universe, this copper coin representing the ultimate dead end, was frantically drawing upon all the heat death power it could control. It gathered all the remnants of dead worlds trapped inside the copper coin, and all the heavy Death Qi that had permeated for countless epochs, and focused them all above the head of Zhou Wannian.

Up there.

The Death Qi condensed into a dark green cloud layer of unknown tens of thousands of miles in thickness.

In the clouds, countless twisted faces wailed, and countless Law threads snapped. This power had already surpassed the level of the Truth Realm where physical constants could be modified; this was the Universe itself wishing to sever its own arm, using partial total destruction to exchange for the breaking of this giant axe.

Oppression.

A terrifying sense of oppression, enough to crush a person's Soul along with their very concept of existence into a two-dimensional painting, descended with a boom from that dark green cloud layer.

Bearing the brunt of it was Zhou Wannian, who was nailed to the cliff wall as an anchor point.

"Crack."

The pristine cyan cloth shoes on Zhou Wannian's feet finally emitted a tearing sound as the soles succumbed to the extreme pressure. A few threads on the shoe upper snapped.

His loose cyan robe was pressed tightly against his lean body by this oppressive force, and under the tension of his muscles, the fabric strained, creating white stress marks.

In the face of this great momentum capable of crushing dimensions, his spine emitted a dense crackling sound of bones, like roasting beans.

Blood beads.

Tiny blood beads, exuding a faint jade light, seeped out from the pores of Zhou Wannian's cheeks. But as soon as the blood beads appeared, they were instantly vaporized by the violent Law storms surrounding him.

"Give up..."

"Return to nothingness... The closed loop cannot be broken..."

That grand, cold mental pollution, mixed within the heavy pressure, once again frantically washed over Zhou Wannian's Sea of Consciousness. It attempted to use the grand tragedy of the Universe to crush the insignificant Mortal obsession in the heart of this idle scholar.

But Zhou Wannian did not lower his head.

Gritting his teeth, his handsome face, slightly twisted from extreme exertion, pulled into a wild, unrestrained smile that was sharper than a blade and more stubborn than a rock.

"Make me give up?"

A dry, yet thunderous low roar squeezed out from Zhou Wannian's throat.

He did not wipe away the blood on his face, nor did he pay attention to his crumbling cloth shoes.

In his deep eyes, the one hundred and eight golden time dao patterns spun frantically, reflecting the invisible giant axe above his head that exuded a warm yellow light, and also reflecting the dark green Death Qi cloud layer pressing down from above.

"I still haven't paid back those two coppers I owe at the wine shop."

"The saltiness of that plate of peanuts is still stuck in my teeth."

Zhou Wannian's hands, which had been maintaining a lifting posture, suddenly clapped together in mid-air.

"Clap!"

A crisp sound of clapping.

Zhou Wannian's hands gripped empty air in mid-air.

Although nothing could be seen there, one could tell he was holding something from the bulging veins on the back of his hands and his slightly trembling forearms from the exertion.

He was gripping the handle of the invisible giant axe hanging above his head, which had merged the mass of over ninety thousand Jade-ified Chains with the Mortal smoke and fire of the human world.

Heavy.

A heaviness that could not be described in words traveled along the invisible axe handle and into Zhou Wannian's hands.

In this weight, there was the mass of stars living and dying, and the struggle of Mortals using all their might to survive.

This was not a weapon; this was a blade of breaking the deadlock, jointly handed to Zhou Wannian by all the living beings in the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds who were unwilling to turn into dead ash just like that!

"You rusty, broken copper coin, you want to cover everything in this dead hole to rot."

Zhou Wannian gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands and pulled his body back sharply.

His spine, which had been bent halfway, straightened back up inch by inch, forcefully, against the sky-filling dark green Death Qi cloud layer, and against the momentum of the Universe's heat death.

Bones wailed, and muscles tore.

But that washed-out cyan robe erupted, in this silent void, with an aura of the human world more dazzling than the scorching sun.

"Unfortunately, I am the type of person who hates rules the most."

Zhou Wannian raised his head, his gaze locked firmly onto the dark green dome above that represented the closed-loop Law, and the so-called unbreakable external circular outline outside the dome.

"And I hate it even more when others flip my wine table!"

He took a deep breath.

The pungent smell of copper in the air was completely dispelled by the sour taste of the cheap yellow wine surging from his lungs.

In the eyes of the idle scholar, there was no longer any laziness.

There was only a peerless ferocity that wanted to poke a hole in this sky and hack this earth to pieces.

"Take this!"

Zhou Wannian gripped the invisible axe handle tightly, his waist exerting force suddenly, driving his arms, and driving the giant axe that carried Absolute Mass and Mortal smoke and fire.

From bottom to top.

Meeting the momentum of the dead end pressing down from above.

He swung it out fiercely!

"Open!!!"

"Boom—hum—!!!"

The moment the giant axe was swung out.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Instead, the underlying logic of the entire Universe, at this moment, emitted a scream of being forcibly torn apart, unable to bear the weight.

On the edge of the giant axe, the warm yellow light, carrying the salty taste of boiled peanuts and the temperature of the blacksmith's furnace fire, transformed into a crescent-shaped streak that illuminated the entire absolute void.

This streak ignored the dark green Death Qi cloud layer pressing down, and ignored the layers of obstacles of the closed-loop Law.

It was like cutting through a piece of rotten wood, easily slicing open that Death Qi that was ten thousand miles thick.

Then.

Carrying an indomitable physical weight and Mortal obsession.

It struck heavily upon the internal dome of the square hole of this huge copper coin!

It was also striking towards that dark green external circular outline that had trapped the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, which was claimed to be indestructible!