ACER-Chapter 12: These Days, Everyone Loves to Overthink

As the two kept running, Di Yange suddenly felt her vision go dark, her head spinning. She wiped her face, blood was seeping from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Behind her, Xiao Jue let out a cry before going still.

Dizzy, Di Yange staggered over and patted his face. He too was covered in blood, his breathing intermittent, looking not far from death.

Helpless, Di Yange hoisted Xiao Jue onto her shoulder and carried him a bit toward the outside.

After that, he would have to rely on himself.

As for her, she continued running inward.

Finally, coughing up blood, she reached the end of the passage.

It was a vast underground cavern, filled densely with swords.

These swords were merely mortal weapons, but to ordinary people, they were divine armaments. To cultivators, however, they were nothing more than scrap metal.

Di Yange’s vision went black, going completely blind.

She could only move forward by instinct.

The deeper she went, the stronger the feeling of fainting became, but she simply couldn’t pass out.

Di Yange felt like crying, why is trying to seek death so difficult!

In a fit of frustration, she decided to pull out all the swords embedded here.

If it wouldn’t let her have it easy, she wouldn’t hold back either.

With a “puh” sound, a sword was pulled out, but at the same time, a sword qi struck her, adding a deep wound.

……

“He actually managed to take a sword, what dogshit luck.”

“It’s so easy to take a sword, he really got off easy. They said the Sword Tomb was nine deaths and one life. They’re all lies, aren’t they?”

“Tch, so boring.”

Even so, everyone couldn’t help but admire this utterly ruthless emperor.

For the sake of Luo Mother’s dying wish, and to get Luo Ziyin into Jianxin Sect, she had risked her life.

Of course, they hadn’t witnessed any real danger.

But everything she did was for Luo Ziyin.

Several people looked at Luo Ziyin with jealousy.

If that person had treated them even one-tenth as well as she treated Luo Ziyin, they wouldn’t be standing here now.

Suddenly, Luo Ziyin fell to his knees before the light screen with a thud. His face was pale, cold sweat pouring down, his entire being looking fragile, as if he might collapse in the next second.

His situation looked even worse than before.

“What’s going on? What happened to Qingyang Great Emperor? Could there really be something wrong with the Sword Tomb?”

There were always people who were too curious.

Someone stretched out a hand.

“Ah!!!”

“Not good, his dao heart has collapsed. Do not approach the light screen.”

Everyone immediately retreated.

But a few who hadn’t withdrawn their hands in time cried out and collapsed to the ground.

Especially those who had previously claimed that Di Yange was unaffected were now completely shocked.

What kind of experience could cause even an immortal’s dao heart to collapse?

“This is definitely not a mortal Sword Tomb. Was it really the Sword Tomb left behind by Golden Que Great Emperor? Only he, an ancient god, could create such a profound Sword Tomb.”

At this moment, Di Yange had already pulled out a second sword. As a result, another wound that was deep to the bone, appeared on her body.

Although Di Yange could see nothing but darkness, she could feel herself getting injured again.

It seemed that every sword she pulled out inflicted a wound.

There’s actually such a good thing?

So she began feeling her way around, pulling out the swords one by one.

Before long, her body was densely covered in wounds.

“Has the demon emperor gone mad? He only needed to pull out one sword to pass the test, why is he pulling out more?”

“There must be some great scheme. Could it be that he knew the test set by Golden Que Great Emperor? But wasn’t the Golden Que Sword supposed to belong to that demon Xiao Jue? Why did he faint so early?”

“Yea, who would’ve thought that the demon was so weak. No wonder he couldn’t defeat our demon emperor… Wait, what’s going on, why do I suddenly feel a bit cold?”

“Haha, you must’ve been talking badly about the demon, and he sensed it. Be careful, what if he captures you… I heard that the demon, like our demon emperor, doesn’t distinguish between men and women. Uh… why do I feel cold too?”

At this moment, no one cared about anything else. Watching the demon emperor suffer brought them more joy than obtaining a treasure.

Meanwhile, Di Yange seemed to have found joy in seeking death.

Although the immense pressure made it impossible for her to see anything and felt like a mountain pressing down on her body, it didn’t stop her at all.

Even if she had to crawl, she would crawl to those swords.

Then pull them out one by one.

Seeing this, everyone could only think of two words to describe her:

Seriously ill.

If she weren’t seriously ill, why would she act like a lunatic, pulling out every sword despite accumulating wound after wound?

Those who didn’t know would think she had a deep grudge against those swords.

Finally, an immortal offered an explanation  for Di Yange’s behavior, “Perhaps… He hadn’t gone insane. Perhaps he had already lost consciousness and didn’t know that he had already taken a sword. Even an immortal’s dao heart can collapse, let alone Di Yange at the time, who was only a child.”

“Because he didn’t know that he had already pulled out a sword, he continued to pull more swords out by instinct. In his belief, this matter must be extremely important.”

Only an unwavering belief could allow someone, even after losing consciousness, to persist in completing something.

Although no one responded, everyone all thought that this explanation was the most reasonable.

“Di Yange, who asked you to do all this? I don’t need you to do any of this.”

Luo Ziyin, drenched in sweat, stared at Di Yange in the light screen, pounding it with his fists.

Even as his hands became bloodied, the light screen remained unmoved.

The others who had been harmed by Di Yange merely snorted in dissatisfaction.

Di Yange, resting with her eyes closed in the distance, curled her lips into a faint smile.

She simply sighed. These days, whether human or immortal, everyone loves to overthink.