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Seven days?

Block for seven days?

Du Longyang watched Lu vanish into the source space, his expression turning grave.

Seven days… long?

Not too long, not too short!

These invading wanderers started as ordinary Foundation Establishnt; as ti passed, or source collapse accelerated.

Invaders reached Gold Core.

No Nascent Soul yet, but Du knew: inevitable.

Even Infant Transformation, beyond.

Seven days: endless.

“Fine.”

Du eyed Lu’s fade, solemn nod.

Unsure if heard—promise to Lu.

Lu’s identity: guessed, another world’s Kutu—“immortal.”

No need risk for Tianyuan.

Collapse: Lu affected.

Beyond Infant: exposure, crisis.

Outsider fights hard.

He, Tianyuan strong—what excuse flee?

Seven days: life block!

Du back Martial Emperor peak.

Contacted Empress, Tianxu et al.

Gathered.

“Young Master Lu ca; block seven days.”

Direct.

“Seven?”

Tianxu: “Trend: sixth day collapse—Infant appear…”

“Seventh: beyond… can’t block.”

Paler.

“Block anyway!”

Empress lips: grave.

Eyes sparkled: “Trust Young Master Lu…”

Tianxu dumbfounded—what?

Block: them, not Lu!

Elbow out.

Du glanced—gripped spear, nod: “Only fight.”

“No Lu: seven anyway. Fight.”

Ye cold, one-arm undiminished.

“Gone.”

Empress waved—sped Daqian front.

Tianxu, Ye silent—left.

Tianyuan five zones: five forces; wanderers knew: conquer five, playground.

...

Tianyuan source space.

Lu not first.

Huge orb cracked—fragile crystal.

Slight force: shatter.

Lu Thousand Blades—glided.

Quiet—eerie.

Shrunk orb—thoughts surged.

Platform countless simulations; real: pressure.

World fate in hands.

70% success; 30% unknown.

Found spot.

Best.

Raised—chessboard.

Eyes: lines; Five Phoenix source.

“Vortex adsorb…”

“First: shatter source!”

Pondered.

Seven: conservative; unknown ti.

Fastest simulation standard.

Boom!

Plane Lord: natural link.

Touched vibrant Five Phoenix—hand-built, nothing to glass to mountain.

Tight bond.

Shatter.

Reluctant.

But… good for Five Phoenix.

Boom!

Sense surged—ten Lus.

White—sat ten directions.

Touched.

How shatter?

Solid.

Kutu hid: unbreakable.

Drain forced.

Now: hard.

But creator: ans.

Ten sense: strings; odd rhythm plucked.

Buzz…

Waves rippled.

Orb pass, flow.

Thump!

Collide—intenser…

Peak.

Orb exploded!

Bang!

Blast hit ten sense.

Regroup—Lu pale.

...

anwhile.

Five Phoenix.

Cultivators panicked.

Sky darkened—ink in water, stirred.

Sudden.

Sima pale—chest, sweat.

Nie, Ning Lock: worst—sense keen.

Then Overlord, Tang peak.

“What?”

“Sky black?”

“Heart panic… locks splitting.”

Chatter.

Pavilion out—books ignored.

Dragon Gate.

Little Yinglong mountain-size, lantern eyes—black clouds.

Dragons oppressed.

Pavilion: Bai Qingniao’s Little Phoenix One peeked—chirp uneasy.

Beasts sense source.

Buzhou.

Zhu Long lashes trembled—worry.

Instant.

Lost—sothing broke.

All cultivators.

Cultivation end?!

Lake Center.

Nie dragon-slay—sat.

“Young Master… what?”

Sweat, gasp.

World end?!

...

Source.

Lu grave.

Shatter: reaction—cultivation tied.

Raised.

Sense drained—evaporated.

Trigrams—marks to shards.

Net trapped.

Array: shatter key.

Platform origin.

Mystery unexplored.

Stabilize: no issue.

Many tries.

Array aid: steady shards—ti drip.

Finally stable.

Five Phoenix: chaotic nebula vortex.

Suction vast.

Exhaled—step one.

Three days.

...

Tianyuan.

Cracks huge.

Day one Lu in: Nascent wanderers.

Day two.

More—forces strained.

Bitter Buddha: monks died, Nascent wounded.

Day three: Nascent peaks—white-hot.

Blood land.

Martial Emperor, Tianxu, Daqian: wounded Nascent.

Du et al. acted—else worse.

Top vs. normal: stabilized.

Day four.

Faces changed.

Infant aura.

Not major forces.

Bitter Buddha—no Infant post-Yuanshang.

Block?

Nearest Du sped.

Arrived…

Temple flat.

Shocking.

Monks sat Buddha array.

Nascent, Gold, Foundation…

Shells—souls burned.

Ruins: charred Infant chest heaved.

Du appeared—spear killed first Infant.

Yuanshang: no fondness.

World spurned.

Yuanshang, Kutu known.

Hated.

Monks no argue.

Act: demon descend, sacrifice.

Sorry: Kutu, Yuanshang—not temple.

...

Lu fused.

Tianyuan cracks spiderweb.

Ten sense: pushed to vortex.

Day five: Tianyuan entered.

Adsorbed.

Rumble…

Repel.

Collide—near explode.

Impact vs. vortex—if ball: pulp.

Vortex hollow—re-suction, absorb.

Lu pale—satisfied.

As simulation.

Suddenly.

Changed.

Strong wanderer sensed—interfered.

Boom!

Near-fused Tianyuan: blasted!

Fragile: quartered!

Mad energy.

...

Tianyuan.

Du et al. shifted.

Looked huge crack.

Faint: eye peered.

Aura owner!

Interfered source!

“Save dying world?!”

Cold beyond.

Tianyuan despair.

Demon Tower.

Lion King ecstatic—beyond Infant!

Collapsed noted!

Day six.

Despair day.

Cracks: six Infant.

Du peak—black whipped cold wind.

Grabbed spear—beyond despair.

But…

Not descended—chance!

Promised seven.

No quit!

Life: block.

Daqian: Empress robes—stared.

Tianxu.

Four Gold hags stretcher—coughed, box swords—curved finger one Infant.

“You… co!”

Battle.

Du vs. two—blood peak.

Empress one-vs-two.

Tianxu even.

One-arm Ye waist-slash—knife beyond eye.

Beyond colder.

One more day…

Ants die.

Source his.

Early notice: High Martial Buddha guide.

Ca.

Martial Emperor.

Nascent burn—extre, entangle Infant.

Du roar—spear intent, brow pierce, nail.

Mutant infant burst.

New Infant hid—shocked fearless.

Seventh: terror—world end.

Soup after.

Du scanned weak, dead Nascent.

Spear hand trembled.

Six…

Young Master Lu?

Tomorrow seventh—fail, beyond descend.

Can’t block!

All: no!

Ti drip.

Tianyuan oppressive.

Cracks bigger—eye brighter.

Finally…

Seventh.

Darkness border swallow land.

Martial Emperor peak.

Du blood-soaked—sat cold wind.

Daqian palace: Empress phoenix throne—hall empty.

Absolute Blade: Ye one-arm whipped—one-hand knife—corpse plain.

Tianxu coughed—dismissed hags.

Rumble!

Eye gone.

Oppression worse.

Two palms crack—pushed sides.

Tore sky…

Huge head drilled.

Du, Empress, Tianxu, Ye—extre aura—soared.

Killed head.

But…

Owner weird smile.

Mouth—breath.

Sword air, intent.

Boom!

Four top: blood flowers—smashed ground…

Despair.

Too strong…

Beyond Infant.

Too late.

Head lowered.

Weird smile.

Mouth wide—bite.

Suddenly.

Stuck.

Void twist.

White snow figure wheelchair—from source slow.

Blocked huge head.

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