Chapter 181: Industrial Cultivation’s Dimensionality-Reduction Strike! The Ultimate Secret-Realm Trap

Chu Feng laughed.

Under that merciless sword intent capable of tearing apart a Nascent Soul and freezing the divine soul, not only did he show no fear at all, he laughed with exceptional delight, like a gambler who had finally forced his opponent to reveal their trump card, his eyes flashing with near-maniacal excitement.

“Did the Dao go wrong?”

He repeated Murong Tian’s words, his tone brimming with mockery and disdain, as if he had just heard the funniest business fallacy of the year.

“Murong Tian, have you ever considered that your so-called ‘Dao’ was, from the very beginning, a ‘product planning proposal’ with a fatal flaw?”

For the first time, a subtle ripple appeared on Murong Tian’s eternally frozen, iceberg-like face.

It was not anger.

It was the brief stutter of a precision instrument detecting anomalous data.

He could not understand.

Why would a piece of trash, an ant in his eyes that was about to be ‘cleared out’, discuss something as absurd and unheard-of as ‘products’ in the face of death?

“Your ‘Supreme Forgetting of Emotions Record’, in essence, is an extreme ‘risk-avoidance’ system.”

Chu Feng ignored the ancient longsword that had already begun to hum and was about to fall. He paced about on his own, as if holding an emergency training session for a group of dull subordinates.

“Severing the seven emotions and six desires is meant to eliminate all uncontrollable ‘emotional variables’, so that every one of your decisions can reach the theoretical ‘optimal solution’. In your world, there is only data, logic, and cold calculation. Am I right?”

“What you pursue is an absolutely stable, flawless, and eternally ‘loss-free’ perfect model.”

Murong Tian’s sword intent stalled for an instant.

Chu Feng’s words were like a razor-sharp scalpel, precisely slicing open the shell of his Dao Heart and exposing its deepest operating logic, naked under the light of day.

“Sounds perfect, doesn’t it? Just like a textbook that will never make a mistake.”

The mockery in Chu Feng’s smile deepened.

“But you forgot the most critical point—this world itself is not a ‘static market’ that operates according to textbooks!”

“The world is chaotic, disorderly, a chaotic casino filled with ‘irrational booms’ and ‘black swan events’!”

“And you—”

Chu Feng extended a finger, pointing from afar at Murong Tian, as if pointing at a stubborn, old-fashioned relic of the past.

“You, an extreme risk-avoider like this, will never, ever become the ‘dealer’ at a card table!”

“At best, you’re just a strictly rule-abiding, never-wrong ‘actuary’! A senior wage slave who helps ‘Heaven’s Dao’, the ultimate dealer, manage the accounts and clean up bad debts!”

The words “wage slave” struck Murong Tian’s calm Dao Heart like three red-hot iron hammers!

“Boom!”

The sword intent around him fell into chaos for the first time!

That sword net, once as flawless as a precision instrument, developed a tiny crack—imperceptible to the naked eye, yet utterly fatal!

In his cold eyes, there was no longer pure detachment, but an extra trace of… confusion.

Dealer? Wage slave?

These unfamiliar, crude words, which nonetheless seemed to contain some higher-order law, invaded his pure, white-paper-like ‘system’ at its lowest level like the most vicious virus, instantly spawning massive logical conflicts.

“See? You can’t even understand what I’m saying.”

Chu Feng keenly seized upon the wavering of his Dao Heart, the curve of his lips lifting even higher.

“Because your ‘system’ doesn’t even have the ‘language pack’ installed to parse these concepts.”

“So how could you possibly defeat an opponent whose ‘business model’ you can’t even comprehend?”

“Now, let me show you… what true dimensionality reduction looks like!”

The moment his words fell, Chu Feng abruptly brought his palms together, spewing out a string of strange, rapid syllables. They were not any known incantation, sounding more like a series of cold machine commands.

“Protocol initiated: ‘Industrial Revolution’!”

“Energy module loading: ‘Steam Core’!”

“Law linkage: ‘Ten Thousand Souls Cavern Divine Kingdom Core’!”

“Remote technical support: ‘Chief Product Officer · Leng Yanran’!”

“Final execution command—”

A trace of bone-chilling madness flashed through Chu Feng’s eyes as he roared each word:

“Detonate… this era’s ‘logical singularity’!”

“Ruuuumble—!”

The core of the entire secret realm let out an agonized groan under this command!

The earth was no longer earth, but began to twist and deform like molten metal. Countless massive gears gleaming with metallic luster surged up from the depths, crazily meshing and spinning together!

The sky was no longer the sky. Thick steam pipelines billowing with white vapor tore through the firmament like giant pythons, intertwining and blotting out all light!

The remaining laws of the secret realm were forcibly tampered with by an incomparably brutal external force at this very moment!

The spiritual energy that once circulated freely was compressed and heated, transformed into violent steam that drove those gigantic gears and pipelines!

This was no longer a cultivator’s secret realm.

It had turned into a massive, chaotic, imminently exploding… steampunk factory!

“Th-this… what is this?!”

Feng Zhiruo turned pale with shock. The Jianmu Leaf in her hand trembled madly, all its patterns thrown into utter chaos, completely losing its ability to guide directions.

Zhang Daniu and Zhao Wuji were equally dumbstruck.

“My heavens! Th-this… this is tens of thousands of times bigger than Heaven Refinement Sect’s artifact furnace!”

“No! This isn’t artifact refining! This is… this is using the entire secret realm as ‘raw material’ to carry out an unprecedented scale of ‘violent production’! The President’s handiwork… has already exceeded the limits of my imagination!”

Zhao Wuji’s little notebook fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

Murong Tian was completely stunned.

His prideful ‘Supreme Forgetting of Emotions Sword’ struck those wildly spinning gears, producing only a series of ear-piercing metallic screeches, unable to damage them in the slightest. His sword intent could tear space apart, yet it could not sever that omnipresent, scalding steam!

His ‘Dao’, his ‘arts’, everything he knew, all became a joke before this unreasonable industrial world made of steel, gears, and steam!

“N-no… impossible…”

He muttered to himself. On his Dao Heart, that crack was expanding wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“There’s nothing impossible!”

Chu Feng’s voice was like that of a factory owner inspecting his workshop, carrying the fanaticism of a creator and ruler. “Welcome to the new era, Murong Tian!”

“Your era is over!”

He stomped his foot hard. The core region of the entire ‘factory’, that largest steam core, instantly overloaded!

There was no dazzling light of spiritual power exploding, only a deafening, prolonged steam whistle!

Immediately after, a massive explosion at the logical level, targeting ‘laws’ themselves, erupted!

Time, space, the Five Elements, yin and yang… all the underlying laws that constituted this secret realm were utterly smashed, pulverized, and reduced to nothingness by the violent ‘industrial logic’ within that whistle!

“Go!”

Chu Feng scooped up the still-unconscious Murong Xue and bellowed at the already stupefied crowd.

Zhang Daniu roared in fury, all his muscles bulging as he pushed the power of the Ancient Overlord Body to the absolute limit. Like a human tank, he forcibly smashed open a path through the collapsing industrial ruins!

Zhao Wuji, like a madman, loudly recited the Ascension Group Employee Code of Conduct at the chaotic fragments of law around them. His incendiary, fanatical words miraculously formed a brief ‘ideological vacuum’ around them, preventing those violent logic fragments from drawing near!

Though Feng Zhiruo’s Jianmu Leaf had already failed, her foundation as a Feng Family prodigy remained. She bit through the tip of her tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, using herself as the medium to forcibly sense a trace of the most primordial spatial fluctuation amid the collapsing laws—that was the path they had come from!

“This way!”

Led by Chu Feng, the group charged toward that sole chance of survival like a lone leaf-shaped vessel cutting through an apocalyptic storm, escaping by the narrowest of margins!

Behind them lay the collapse of an entire world.

Murong Tian stood alone at the center of that logical storm. He did not flee, nor could he flee.

He only stared blankly at the ancient longsword in his hand, watching as it rusted and corroded inch by inch under the侵蚀 of steam, ultimately turning into a handful of iron filings.

His flawless Dao Heart was just like that sword—completely ‘polluted’ and shattered into pieces amid the rolling smoke of the ‘Industrial Revolution’.

This man who could calculate even death was ultimately deleted by a ‘BUG’ he would never be able to understand.

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