52: Enemy of Rules

The siege by four Nascent Soul Old Monsters caused the entire Burial God Abyss to tremble.

The radiance of Magic Treasures and Sword Qi tore through the Void Realm, intertwining into a pure Domain of death, completely engulfing Ye Chen at its center.

The overflowing energy storm peeled and shattered entire mountainsides, and the earth cracked open, revealing bottomless chasms.

Ye Chen, in the heart of that destruction, was fearless.

He even completely abandoned his defense.

Allowing a beam of sword light to pierce his shoulder, bringing forth a gush of Devilish blood, his demonic claw simultaneously tore five deep, bone-revealing gashes in the protective spiritual light of the Myriad Sword Manor Elder.

An Exchange of injuries.

However, that penetrating wound, which would have instantly killed any Golden Core Cultivator, was covered by surging dark Devilish Qi in the very next moment.

Flesh, sinews, and bones rapidly wriggled and mended in a way that defied all logic.

Nor did he have any concept of exhaustion.

Amidst the fierce battle, a crazed and mocking Divine Thought, like the most precise flying needle, once again pierced into Lu Yuan's Sea of Consciousness.

"Your trading of 'possibilities' is truly low-level."

"Whereas I directly devour 'failed possibilities' and feed on them."

"Every time you deduce the future, every time you search for the flaws in my failures, you are feeding me."

In the depths of Lu Yuan's consciousness, the [Sandbox Simulation] light screen, which simulated the future, burst into countless snowflake-like garbled codes at this moment.

All the deduction lines representing different futures wildly entangled, twisted, and broke at this moment.

Ultimately, they were forcibly twisted together by an invisible force, converging into a dazzling, ominous dark red line of ultimate demise.

At the end of the line was Ye Chen's wildly laughing face.

Lu Yuan finally understood.

Why his most perfect deductions always ended with this unconquerable monster.

Every one of his calculations, every risk hedge, every act of seeking the enemy's weaknesses and buying options on their "failure"... these actions themselves were the source of Ye Chen's power.

Ye Chen was not a bug in the Exchange System.

He was the "antimatter" of this Universe's rules.

A natural, ultimate short-seller who feeds on "failure"!

Lu Yuan's heartbeat and blood flow did not change in the slightest.

He merely adjusted the risk weighting of the trading target "Ye Chen" in his cognitive model to [Highest: Unpredictable].

His cold gaze swept across the entire battlefield.

Amidst the world-shattering power of those Nascent Soul Old Monsters, what he saw was not a clash of power.

But the ineffective consumption of energy.

It was flaws in the coordination of spiritual Qi operation.

It was the inherent weaknesses of human nature.

The Red-haired Elder of Demon Flame Valley, whose offensive appeared the fiercest and most violent, but his defensive Magic Treasure, the "Demon Flame Shield," would always pause for half a breath longer than others each time it rotated back to defend.

He was preserving his strength, ready to withdraw at any moment.

Lu Yuan's Divine Thought stirred slightly.

A pure data stream, devoid of any emotion, was silently transmitted to the Myriad Sword Manor Elder on the other end through the contractual link with Han Yuexi.

"Demon Flame Shield, three inches to the lower left, spiritual Qi circulation cycle of three breaths, with a stagnation point of 0.2 breaths."

The Myriad Sword Manor Elder's eyes narrowed.

He feigned an attack, a surging Sword Qi pressing directly towards Ye Chen, but a more concentrated, thread-like sword light strangely circled towards the flank of the battlefield.

It stabbed towards the stagnation dead angle of the Red-haired Elder's defensive Magic Treasure.

The Red-haired Elder's expression drastically changed, and he was forced to fully activate his vital true essence to fill the loophole, appearing extremely disheveled.

This sword did not injure anyone.

But it forcibly halted the laxity and internal friction that should not have existed within this crumbling Alliance.

And it was at this moment.

Buzz—

An indescribably clear fragrance, overpowering all the blood and char, permeated the entire valley.

The nine revolutions soul returning grass, suspended above the black giant rock, had reached its peak radiance.

Nine-colored auspicious light shot into the sky, and the medicinal power was so rich it almost materialized into a liquid state, swirling around it.

It was about to fully mature.

The final moment had arrived.

Everyone on the battlefield held their breath for a moment because of this.

The outcome of the great battle, the success or failure of seizing the treasure, the survival or demise of the Sect... all the answers lay within these fleeting dozens of breaths.