# 1827
Chapter 1827
"Among all the possibilities, this is the only path where humans survive. If I give you the Hongmeng Lingtai, humans will truly have no chance of victory." Zhou Ping's expression was grave.
Lin Qiye frowned, about to retort, when he suddenly felt the tone of that last sentence was somewhat familiar.
"Is it Fate Monk? Did he tell you to refuse the Hongmeng Lingtai? What did he say to you?"
"What he said isn't important… What matters is, you can't give me the Hongmeng Lingtai. Even if you truly separate from this body, I won't accept it." Zhou Ping paused, then said helplessly, "Besides, do you think changing bodies is as simple as changing clothes?
Without first剥离ing the soul, pushing the mental world to the brink of self-dissolution, then rebuilding the connection with the new body, how could one change bodies? The risk in this process alone is enormous. With my current scale of divine power and laws, if I were to forcibly change bodies, there's a ninety-nine percent chance my soul would scatter."
Lin Qiye stared at Zhou Ping sitting cross-legged, unable to speak for a long time.
"Alright, don't make that face." Zhou Ping saw Lin Qiye's desolate expression and smiled gently, "I'm just unable to move around freely, not about to die immediately… I'm right here in this Sword Hut. Whenever you want, you can come see me."
"Teacher, how much time do you have left?"
"Time?"
Zhou Ping shook his head. After a moment, he slowly uttered two words:
"Three strikes."
Upon hearing these two words, Lin Qiye first froze, then understood.
The problem with Zhou Ping now was that the Dragon-Elephant Sword could not bear the divine power and sword laws of the Supreme God realm. In other words, as long as Zhou Ping did not draw his sword, he could continue living. But if he drew his sword, the Dragon-Elephant Sword would suffer backlash and crack…
And given Zhou Ping's current condition, he could only strike three more times at most. After three strikes, the Dragon-Elephant Sword would shatter completely, and he would die with his dao.
In other words… as long as he didn't strike these three times, he could keep living.
"Although I can only strike three more times, each strike still carries some power." Zhou Ping seemed to read Lin Qiye's thoughts and spoke proactively, "I'm unable to leave this Sword Hut, but my sword can reach any corner of the world. If you need me to strike, just come find me. You tell me who to slay, and I'll slay them.
I hope I can unleash these three strikes to the fullest, rather than alone in this Sword Hut, guarding these swords until I grow old and die… Do you understand what I mean?"
In Lin Qiye's mind, that strike across the shattered sea appeared once more… That single strike, across thousands of kilometers, had annihilated three Cthulhu Faction gods. Even an ordinary Supreme God-level deity might not have survived it.
That world-destroying sword—Zhou Ping could strike three more times… And this might be the most powerful weapon the Great Xia currently possesses. Also, it was a trump card that must never be used unless absolutely necessary.
Lin Qiye gazed into Zhou Ping's eyes, took a deep breath:
"This student understands."
Hearing this response, the smile on Zhou Ping's face grew warmer.
"Fate Monk, myself, we all stand behind you… Play this game well. The future of humanity rests on your shoulders."
Under Zhou Ping's pure gaze, Lin Qiye's heart ached slightly,
"…Understood."
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Asylum of the Gods.
"Specter of Death! Time for your medication!"
Li Yifei carried a jar of pills and leisurely walked to the fifth ward, knocking on the door as he called out.
Several seconds passed. No response.
Li Yifei called out two more times. When there was still no answer, he索性kicked the door open and hurried inside with a grin.
"Don't hide… Come try my new formula today! I added forty sleeping pills just for you. Let's see if I can make you sleep straight into the next life?"
Hearing the sounds from next door, An Qingyu in the sixth ward slowly opened his eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, he stepped out of the room.
In the neighboring room, two figures were already locked in combat. Li Yifei pried open【Chaos】's mouth with one hand while frantically pouring the pills from the jar into him like they were free!
【Chaos】's face turned ashen. He threw a punch at Li Yifei's forehead, blasting his entire body into a mist of blood!
An Qingyu stood frozen outside the ward.
"Damn it… Annoying fly!" 【Chaos】 had already swallowed nearly half a jar of pills. He cursed as he stood up from the floor, lifting his foot, about to crush the remaining pills to dust.
Just then, Li Yifei's voice rang out again from the corridor outside:
"Specter of Death! You got some guts today, huh? Wanna play with me? You just wait—let's see which one of us runs out of stamina first?"
Hearing that excited tone, 【Chaos】's expression turned disgustingly grim. Without waiting for Li Yifei to charge back to the door, he voluntarily swallowed all the remaining pills on the floor!
Li Yifei was carrying two full jars of pills,兴致勃勃ready for an "epic battle" with 【Chaos】. When he saw 【Chaos】 had taken the initiative to eat all the pills himself, he was immediately disappointed.
"Boring… Oh well, better save some medicine."
He turned to leave, then seemed to remember something, smiling at An Qingyu in the corridor:
"So… Qingyu classmate, how about some pineapple fried rice tonight?"
Hearing this odd nickname, An Qingyu felt somewhat awkward, but still nodded:
"Whatever you say."
"Sure thing, I'll come get you from your ward later~"
Seeing this, 【Chaos】's mouth twitched violently, resentment spilling out:
"Wait, why doesn't he have to take medication?"
"Him?" Li Yifei shrugged. "The director's orders—he doesn't need to take medication, and he can move around freely here."
【Chaos】：▼皿▼#
Under 【Chaos】's furious gaze, Li Yifei strolled out of the ward with his two jars of pills.
After he was gone, An Qingyu outside the door stood silent for a moment, then walked to the ward entrance.
"What? Come to mock me?" 【Chaos】 said darkly.
"You're the Walking One of【Chaos】. Who would dare mock you?" An Qingyu said calmly. "I'm just curious—how are you still alive? Since you've become a prisoner, hasn't Lin Qiye thought about killing you?"
"Kill me? He thinks about killing me every day… But can he actually kill me?" 【Chaos】 sneered.
An Qingyu said nothing. Those gray eyes swept across 【Chaos】's body, as if analyzing something, his brow furrowing deeper.
"You… how did you do it?"
"Young man, this world… is far more complicated than you imagine." 【Chaos】 spoke unhurriedly. "Don't think that obtaining a portion of the【Key to the Gate】's power means you can see through everything… In the face of true terror, you are nothing."
"However, I am somewhat curious…" 【Chaos】 stared at An Qingyu. His smile instantly vanished, his eyes narrowing slightly,
"What purpose do you have for staying here?"
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These past few days I've been on a business trip, so just two updates~