So what if we're bullying you?

"That's good enough?"

A hoarse, slow sound, like two pieces of dry, rotten wood rubbing together, emanated from the mottled wooden coffin.

Inside the coffin, the True Lord the Zombie Alliance, known as Huang Tan, slowly turned his head.

A pair of empty, lifeless eyes pierced through the shadow of the coffin and landed on the [True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust], who stood aloof in the distant void, holding a green sword.

"You destroyed the foundation of my lineage, killed my disciples and believers, and seized my millennia-old treasures—is this what you call enough?"

True Lord Huang Tan's voice was not loud, but every word was like a death knell, striking the shattered Principle of heaven and earth.

It caused an ominous ripple to spread across the surrounding dim sky.

Faced with these words that contained endless grief, anger, and questioning, the expression of the True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust remained as calm as a deep pool, without the slightest ripple.

He didn't even shift his gaze, simply staring at the dim yellow light, and slowly uttered two clear yet cold words. "Yes."

"What?!"

The suppressed aura surrounding True Lord Huang Tan suddenly exploded!

Like a dormant volcano erupting suddenly.

The ancient wooden coffin beneath him groaned under its immense weight, and the surrounding world instantly deepened into an even more somber atmosphere.

An even more suffocating, terrifying, and dimly lit atmosphere.

This yellow color seems capable of consuming everything.

Even the void itself emitted a faint sound of disintegration under this color!

"Such a huge hidden danger as the Heavenly Corpse lurked within your Zombie Alliance, yet neither you nor Chi Gong noticed it, allowing it to grow until it backfired and caused today's disaster."

The voice of the True Lord Vast Sea was clear and calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself, yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness.

"This is your oversight, and also the will of Heaven."

Huang Tan, your Zombie Alliance has run its course.

He slightly raised his eyes, and his clear and calm gaze finally landed on True Lord Huang Tan, but it carried a condescending scrutiny, as if he were looking at an abandoned old object.

"Don't be ungrateful. The fact that we came here in person to participate in this division of spoils, instead of watching your Zombie Alliance become resources for the resurrection of the Heavenly Corpse Sect and cause even greater turmoil, is already a great favor to you."

His words were plain, yet they contained the utmost arrogance and coldness.

That was a verdict based on absolute power and established facts.

I'm just bullying you, so what?

The amber eyes of True Lord Huang Tan flickered violently, and he abruptly turned his head.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of void, looking towards several other locations hidden in the shadows, never truly appearing, yet equally exuding a chilling aura.

"You mean the same thing?"

The void was desolate, and no one answered.

But those few indifferent figures standing there were already the clearest answer.

They tacitly approved of the Azure Sect's actions, tacitly approved of the division, and tacitly approved of the end of the Zombie Alliance.

"Heh heh heh good, good, good!" True Lord Huang Tan suddenly let out a series of low and desolate laughs.

"I never imagined that our Zombie Alliance, which has stood for ten thousand years and dominated the Northwest, would end up in such a miserable state!"

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when a drum breaks, everyone beats it!

The laughter abruptly stopped, and his amber eyes fixed intently on True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust: "That Heavenly Corpse —it must have given you quite a bit—in benefits, right?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the world instantly became even more unpredictable and treacherous.

Above that hanging coffin, resentment and the will to die surged as if they were tangible.

Faced with True Lord Huang Tan's questioning, True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust's expression remained unchanged. His voice was clear as a spring, yet each word was like a knife, cutting into True Lord Huang Tan's last shred of dignity. "That's right. What she gave me was novel, and—very valuable."

He even paused slightly, as if savoring the weight of that "value".

"Compared to a sect that is internally corrupt, riddled with hidden dangers, and destined to collapse."

Her value is clearly higher.

A naked weighing of interests, without the slightest concealment.

In the eyes of this Azure Sect True Lord, the destruction of the Zombie Alliance was not a tragedy, but an inevitable choice based on "value" judgment.

"However," he changed his tone slightly, his voice still calm, yet revealing a hint of condescending generosity.

"To spare you and Chi Gong's feelings, we have refused her request to rebuild the Heavenly Corpse Sect in the Northwest."

True Lord Vast Sea raised his eyes, his gaze once again falling on True Lord Huang Tan's eyes, which were burning with amber flames.

"If you are resentful and want revenge, you can go overseas to find her."

They disdain concealment and avoid hiding anything.

This frankness, based on absolute power and cold, hard interests, evoked a profound sense of desolation in True Lord Huang Tan more than any hypocritical sympathy or sophistry.

It turns out that the collapse of the Zombie Alliance's millennia-old foundation and the near-total loss of its disciples were not even worthy of serious consideration as a tragedy.

True Lord Huang Tan remained silent.

The terrifying, dim yellow light surging around the coffin gradually subsided and receded, but it did not dissipate; rather, it settled into the deepest part of the coffin.

The overwhelming aura surrounding him slowly subsided, and the mottled wooden coffin, along with the surrounding world, fell into a deathly silence.

After a long silence, he let out a low, enigmatic sigh, "Very well. I, along with Chi Gong —am inferior in skill, and humbly admit defeat."

He took a deep breath, and the ancient coffin trembled slightly.

He finally raised his eyes, deeply, as if to forever remember the figure of the Azure Sect True Lord before him, and those tacitly acquiescing figures hidden in the shadows.

"However, I would like to trouble you all to remember this—"

His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly between the shattered heavens and earth, "Today's shame, we will surely avenge in the future."

After he finished speaking, there was no more roaring, no more struggling.

The mottled wooden coffin that carried the last True Lord of the Zombie Alliance, along with the withered figure within, vanished silently into the still-dim yellow sky, like ink merging into water.

There was no trace left.

There was no earth-shattering farewell, no cataclysmic final madness.

Only a vow, and a sorrowful exit.

In this round, the Zombie Alliance has conceded defeat.

After True Lord Huang Tan retreated, the shattered world fell into a deathly silence.

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared beside the True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust.

The figure was blurry and indistinct, as if it were formed from countless flowing water droplets.

Only the clear spring held in his palm was clearly visible, its ripples reflecting the faint, distant shadow of the mottled wooden coffin in the void.

"Letting him go like this will cause some trouble later." The blurry figure spoke, the voice like a drop of water falling into a deep pool, ethereal yet carrying a hint of consideration.

"Capture them? Or kill them together?"

He went on to make suggestions, his tone as casual as if he were discussing pruning branches.

The Azure Sword in the hand of the True Lord Vast Sea emitted a low, resonant sound. He slowly shook his head, his gaze still clear and calm. "There's no need. A stray dog, living in constant fear, what is there to fear?"

"What the Heavenly Corpse gave us still needs time to digest and ponder."

Moreover, the unrest in the south will soon spread to the northwest.

At this point, destroying a True Lord would be a waste of our energy.

The blurry figure remained silent for a moment, the ripples of the clear spring in its palm subsided, and the illusory image of the coffin vanished.

"Yes, you're right. The bigger picture is what matters."

"Furthermore," True Lord Vast Sea raised his eyes, gazing into the depths of the northwest sky, his gaze showing a rare change.

"The dates for the four peace talks have been set."

Before that, everyone should keep a low profile.

I don't have much time left; I won't be able to hold out until the day of peace talks.

And the next person to take charge of the Azure Sect will be my senior brother.

The blurry figure trembled slightly, revealing a hint of curiosity. "Your senior brother is—?"

"You'll find out later." True Lord Vast Sea didn't answer, interrupting his question, his tone returning to its usual calm and cold tone.

"His temper is somewhat eccentric."

After speaking, the Azure Sect True Lord said no more, took a step, and stood in the center of this shattered world.

His gaze swept over the areas below that had been completely annihilated by the erasure of cause and effect, leaving almost no trace of their existence.

There used to be many cultivators there, but now only emptiness remains.

"Call them."

True Lord Vast Sea spoke to the blurry figure, his voice not loud, yet it clearly echoed throughout the entire world.

"Reshape cause and effect, and bring back those who were wiped out by Huang Tan."

With his command, several other imposing figures, who had been hidden behind the scenes and exuded the same vast aura, slowly revealed their blurry outlines in the void.

They did not fully reveal themselves, but each occupied a portion of the sky, casting their will upon themselves.

The next moment, a grand spectacle of life and death reversal unfolded in this ravaged land.

Buzz-!

The True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust made the first move. He did not wield his sword, but instead held his fingers together like a brush, using the void as a scroll and his own supreme Sword Intent as ink, and drew lines in the air!

Strands of clear, water-like azure light, yet brimming with boundless vitality, flowed from his fingertips, beginning to trace and capture those broken and vanished threads of cause and effect.

Meanwhile, the other True Lord also displayed their respective skills.

The clear spring in the blurry figure's palm suddenly rose into the air, transforming into a hazy water curtain that enveloped the surrounding fields, within which the light and shadow of the past could be faintly reflected.

It was the scene of those cultivators in their final moments before they were wiped out.

Another True Lord was surrounded by the phantom image of billions of dazzling stars, whose starlight fell like rain, stabilizing and reinforcing this world that had become fragile due to the forced interference with cause and effect.

To prevent a larger collapse during the restructuring process.

There was another True Lord, behind whom appeared the phantom of an ancient, simple green tree that blotted out the sky. As its branches and leaves swayed, it sprinkled out endless life essence, preparing to nourish the remnant souls and bodies that were about to be pulled back from the void.

The combined power of the True Lord, their Dao intents intertwined, Principle roared!

It was as if a giant rock had been thrown onto a calm surface of water. Countless tiny, already dissipated points of light were forcibly gathered together.

Extract it.

This is an extremely complex and ingenious process, like salvaging sunken boats against the Long River of Time.

Compared to the annihilation by True Lord Huang Tan.

This process is a thousand times, ten thousand times, more difficult and complex.

Gradually, the points of light began to coalesce and take shape. First, they became blurry outlines, then clear limbs, and finally a complete body and a bewildered Divine Soul!

One, two, ten, a hundred—those cultivators who had been completely annihilated, whether they were Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment, reappeared one by one in the places where they were before they were wiped out, as if the scene had been replayed in reverse!

Their eyes were vacant, filled with the utter bewilderment of someone who had just escaped death.

When the last thread of cause and effect was reconnected, the figure of the last cultivator solidified completely.

The power of the True Lord receded like a tide.

True Lord Vast Sea withdrew his finger, his gaze sweeping over the cultivators below who had been "reborn," his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy, as if he had merely accomplished a trivial task.

He turned around, took a step forward, and was about to leave.

His gaze, however, was slightly lowered, as if he had noticed two anomalies.

"Interesting----"

With a slight smile, True Lord Vast Sea flicked his fingertip, and his figure vanished completely.

At this moment, Qi Yun and True Person Qianxin witnessed the magnificent scene of the True Person reshaping cause and effect, and were marveling at it.

Qi Yun suddenly felt a tightness in his palm.

Looking down, he was surprised to find a small, snow-white sword in his right palm.

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