The spiritual power from Lin Yue’s five meridian channels surged into the heavy sword like a flood from a broken dam.
Wuuuuum—!!!
An extremely low, humming sound, as if from an ancient colossal beast, emanated from within the heavy sword.
Next.
The 360 broken swords stuck in the ground simultaneously emitted a resonant tremor!
The entire gravitational field of the Abandoned Sword Grave was completely reversed in that instant.
The air became as viscous as mercury.
The dust that had been floating in midair was instantly crushed to the ground by the terrifying gravity, so heavy that not even a single breeze could blow in.
‘Very well, the operating room is set up.’
Lin Yue wiped his sweat in satisfaction.
He carefully walked over to the bluestone, used his spiritual power to levitate that green jade token, and slowly stepped into the center of the formation.
He suspended the jade token directly above the hilt of the black iron heavy sword.
Under the absolute suppression of the “Magnetic Heavy Domain,” the green light on the jade token and the red light of the pink thread were both suppressed to their limits.
That explosive tendency, like a drawn sword ready to self-destruct, was finally forced to press pause.
‘Next is the most dangerous part.’
Lin Yue took a deep breath and sat cross-legged in front of the heavy sword.
He didn’t touch the pink bow.
He closed his eyes and pressed his hands flat against both sides of the black iron heavy sword, not touching it directly.
“Third level force—Mountain Quake!”
In Longkou Gorge, Lin Yue had used this move to directly shatter the blood python and internal organs of the Foundation Establishment assassin through the air.
It was an extremely overbearing, destructive force that opened wide and closed hard.
But now.
What he needed to do was compress that power, capable of shattering mountains and rocks, again and again.
Compress it to a fineness thinner than a single strand of hair!
“Hum…”
The heavy sword began to tremble slightly.
Veins bulged on Lin Yue’s forehead, one by one.
He pushed his mental energy to an unprecedented limit.
Along the sword body of the heavy sword, that high-frequency vibration wave was carefully guided out by him, turning into an invisible “vibration probe.”
The probe followed the force field of the “Magnetic Heavy Domain” and approached that jade token extremely slowly, inch by inch.
Ten inches.
Five inches.
One inch.
‘Contact.’
Lin Yue suddenly clenched his teeth, and a smell of blood instantly filled his mouth.
That invisible “vibration probe” accurately pierced into the contact surface between the pink thread and the green jade token!
No explosion.
No backlash.
Because the vibration frequency Lin Yue controlled happened to be offset from the natural frequencies of the thread and the token.
It was like an extremely sharp ultrasonic scalpel, precisely cutting into the lesion without damaging any epidermis.
‘It’s working!’
A surge of joy rose in Lin Yue’s heart, but he immediately suppressed that emotion.
Now was absolutely not the time to be happy.
He began to manipulate that high-frequency vibration, performing extremely fine “cuts” between the thread and the jade token.
Time lost its meaning in the Abandoned Sword Grave.
No one knew how long had passed.
Lin Yue’s clothes were completely soaked through with sweat, sticking to his body, icy cold.
His hands maintained the posture of pressing down on the heavy sword, his fingers stiff as dead wood, twitching violently.
‘What kind of monster is this An Xiaoxiao?’
Lin Yue cursed wildly in his mind.
That seemingly fragile pink thread had a tenacity that was simply outrageous.
Every time the vibration probe cut off a strand of the curse’s adhesion, a new surge of pink lifeblood would immediately gush out from inside the thread, trying to reattach.
And the “Avalanche Sword Intent” inside the jade token, sensing the vibration, also began to stir restlessly, emitting cold to freeze anything that approached it.
Lin Yue was like a tightrope walker on a cliff tens of thousands of feet high.
Holding a basin of fire in one hand and a basin of ice in the other.
Below was a bottomless abyss, and above his head hung a sword of Damocles.
If he made the slightest mistake, even a tiny fluctuation in his spiritual power, or if the vibration probe deviated even by a micron, then this jade token would instantly turn into a powerful bomb.
‘Let go… for me!’
Lin Yue’s eyes blood-red, he stared fixedly at that pink dead knot.
Inside his body, the Netherworld Breath-Concealing Art had already been pushed to an overload state.
The spiritual power in his dantian was like a dried-up lake, being squeezed drop by drop.
‘No good, I’m running out of spiritual power.’
Lin Yue clearly felt that because he had maintained the micro-manipulation of the “Magnetic Heavy Domain” and “Mountain Quake” for so long, his qi sea had bottomed out.
Once the spiritual power was cut off, the gravity field would disappear, and those two forces would rebound instantly—he would die for sure.
‘I’ll gamble it all!’
Lin Yue suddenly bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of vital blood onto the black iron heavy sword.
At the same time, he frantically absorbed the scattered, impure killing intent floating in the Abandoned Sword Grave!
To orthodox cultivators, this killing intent was lethal poison—inhaling it would lead to qi deviation.
But to the former Demon Emperor, as long as he had the guts, this killing intent could even be eaten as food!
“BOOM!”
The violent killing intent surged into his meridians, like countless rusted knives frantically scraping his blood vessels.
Extreme agony caused Lin Yue to let out a suppressed groan.
But he forced himself to withstand that excruciating pain, filtering the converted crude spiritual power through extremely strict processes before injecting it into the vibration probe again.
He lost count of how many times his spiritual power dried up.
He lost count of how many times he forcibly absorbed killing intent.
Outside the Abandoned Sword Grave, the sky had changed from night to day, and from day slowly to dusk.
A full day and night had passed.
Lin Yue now looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
Sunken eyes, cracked lips, his originally somewhat handsome face now covered with painful, twisted veins.
But his eyes, fixed on the jade token, were frighteningly bright.
“Click.”
An extremely faint crisp sound.
Under Lin Yue’s super high-frequency vibration cutting, the pink thread wrapped deep in the cloud patterns of the jade token—the core of its lifeblood—was finally shattered!
At that instant.
The green light on the surface of the jade token flashed violently.
That exquisitely tied, symmetrically creepy pink bow—the right half of its wing suddenly drooped weakly.
The dead knot had loosened its first ring!
“Hoo—haa!”
Lin Yue suddenly withdrew his hands, fell straight backward, and crashed heavily onto the ground covered with broken iron shards.
‘Halfway there.’
He gasped heavily, greedily breathing the air mixed with the smell of rust.
Just loosening one knot of that bow had cost him an entire day and night and all his energy.
But he dared not relax at all.
Because he saw that the remaining half of the dead knot on the jade token seemed to have sensed the collapse of the other half.
The pink thread actually began to squirm like a living creature, desperately trying to burrow into the jade token for a final counterattack.
And the jade token itself, having lost half its binding, had its internal sword energy stirring restlessly, seemingly ready to burst out.
‘Damn it, still acting up?’
Lin Yue lay on the ground, gritting his teeth and cursing.
In his sea of consciousness, the Karmic Ledger popped up a notification again:
[Congratulations, Host. First stage dismantling completed.]
[Current progress: 50%.]
[Countdown: 2 days (48 hours).]
[Severe warning: The remaining curse thread has entered a ‘frenzied food-guarding’ state. The Avalanche Sword Intent is about to reach its unsealing critical point. Please proceed with the second stage dismantling before the gravity field collapses.]
‘Rush me, rush me, are you rushing me to death?’
Lin Yue barely raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He struggled to sit up and looked at the black iron heavy sword that still stood in the center of the formation, emitting a dim light.
Of the 360 broken swords forming the formation, more than a dozen had completely shattered under the immense pressure.
‘This is nothing but a water-grinding job.’
Lin Yue pulled out the three low-grade inferior spirit stones Mo Feng had given him from his pocket, crushed one in his hand, and forcibly absorbed the impure spiritual energy inside to replenish his dried-up dantian.
‘An Xiaoxiao, Chu Wanning.’
‘You two just wait.’
‘Once I untie this damn knot, one of these days I’ll tie you two together and make you cook and wash my feet every day!’
Lin Yue swore viciously, using it to relieve his extreme physical exhaustion.
He sat cross-legged again.
His hands pressed down on the black iron heavy sword once more.
A new round of “micro-sculpture surgery” began again in this sunless place called the Abandoned Sword Grave.
Meanwhile.
Outside the Abandoned Sword Grave, two mountain peaks away.
Outer Gate Peak, Ding Character Servant Area.
An Xiaoxiao, who was washing clothes by the well, suddenly paused in her movements.
She raised her head and looked toward the direction of the Abandoned Sword Grave.
Her originally innocent, pure big eyes instantly filled with a layer of terrifying bloodshot veins.
“Someone… is touching my string.”
The wooden club in her hand was instantly crushed to powder.
Sawdust mixed with soapy water dripped down her fair fingers.
“Didn’t Senior Brother say to keep it close to his heart?”
“Why… undo it?”
A morbid smile slowly curled at the corner of An Xiaoxiao’s mouth.
“Looks like Senior Brother has been naughty.”
“Naughty children… need to be punished.”
She stood up, not even bothering to wipe her wet hands, and walked into the thatched shack where she had once cooked soup for Lin Yue.
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