Him and their stars.

Chapter 2155 The plan is complete, but it's very noisy.

After staring at each other for a few minutes, Yu Lian pondered and said, "In short, these clones are almost perfect, but they are still far from being able to perfectly support such a powerful soul as him, or even serve as the foundation for advancing to a higher level."

Lan Jiufeng nodded slightly, and the ancient sword of Mei Niangniang in his arms faintly emitted a barely audible hum: "Indeed. Your master agrees with your judgment. The physical body can be replicated, but the Dao heart is unique."

His gaze fell upon the distant horizon studded with giant swords, his eyes sharp as swords: "This place may be a prison, but it is also a reflection of the core of his power."

"Yes, breaking through here will severely damage its foundation! Master, now that I'm here, I'm determined to wreak havoc in this old emperor's stomach with you!"

"Good!" Master slammed his hand on the table and encouraged, "Not only will we cause a huge uproar, but we must also pull off a thunderbolt from a clear sky!"

Yu Lian laughed heartily, and spiritual energy surged from his body, resonating with his master Lan Jiufeng's soaring sword intent.

"That suits me perfectly! Master, just give the order, and I will wipe out all the harmful pests for you!"

"That's it! Sword, come!"

"You're holding your martial uncle right now. As for me, I don't even have a sword."

"Hmm, my disciple, you possess an ethereal body and rootless bones. Did you not feel any connection with the power of heaven and earth while passing through the dimensional rift? Although our master-disciple relationship is not long, I do not recall teaching you to be so listless!"

"This disciple is incompetent. But Master, you have been in this realm for almost three months now! Have you not yet grasped the principle that the human way, the heavenly way, and the demonic way are ultimately in balance?"

"Of course it's balanced! It's precisely because it's balanced that I've been able to exist here for so long! Three months outside could be three years here. There's no time here to begin with, but as more people come, time seems to have become a reality."

"What about space?"

"Time has no meaning, let alone space?"

"So, it's just that we haven't found it yet?" Yu Lian shuddered. "If we stay here too long, won't we also be assimilated by this kind of cognitive dullness?"

Lan Jiufeng said proudly and matter-of-factly, "Yes, I have already been assimilated. If you had not arrived in time, after some time, I would have become like these puppets, just obsessed with fighting and no longer able to gain any enlightenment."

What's there to be proud of?
"But I was the only outsider here, and I should have been able to sense the disappearance. However, after you arrived, the clues that should have been there vanished again. Isn't that your responsibility?"

"Good heavens, my arrival has only gotten in your way. Is there any scientific basis for this?"

"There's no scientific basis, but there is a philosophical one. Two begets three, and three begets all things. Once it reaches a plurality, it will no longer be considered an external object in this space. My disciple, this is destiny!"

"Is this how the concept of 'three giving rise to all things' is explained?"

"That's how I see it."

"There was also a first-to-second one before that."

"That's not important. What's important is that this is how I believe it."

"Are you trying to steal the right to interpret the Tao Te Ching?"

"The Tao Te Ching is all-encompassing, but it's only five thousand characters long, which is why it needs the right to interpret it. But in this day and age, who, besides a teacher, has that right?"

What he said made such a good point that Yu Lian was at a loss for words and could only respond with a stiff Sima face.

After a long silence, the master and disciple looked at each other and saw a tacit decision in each other's eyes.

“Sometimes it’s not that there are no roads, it’s just that fewer people travel on them,” Lan Jiufeng said.

“But the road is there; that’s an objective fact,” Yu Lian said.

"Look, hasn't this given birth to all things?" Lan Jiufeng's face was full of great satisfaction, and even the divine sword in his arms seemed to be flashing with a joyful rhythm.

“Then, the key is not how we break through this ‘stomach’.” Yu Lian squinted, looking at the distorted scrolls in the sky that were still intertwined and fighting each other, symbolizing eternal conflict. At this moment, these entangled phantoms seemed to have become a little shallower, but they had already spread to the entire sky in his field of vision.

He suddenly had a feeling that if he didn't get away quickly, he and his master would definitely become part of this eerie shadow. That would be a very bad situation.

Further away, on the edge of that gray wasteland, new outlines were faintly appearing. Yu Lian wasn't sure if it was another new sword shadow appearing, stuck into the ground like a tombstone.

He doesn't know what these sword shadows represent, but this kind of setting is very common; they're usually memorials for the losers or fragments of the annihilated.

Very well, Emperor Elithel lived to be over two hundred years old, yet he still had the aesthetic sense of a teenager. Considering that he was still a fan of "Legend of the Space Heroes" at his age, everything makes perfect sense.

Yu Lian lowered his head and said to his master, "It depends on how to attract something that His Majesty the Emperor can't digest. His stomach is strong and sensitive; it will eventually send away the biggest threat."

Lan Jiufeng held the ancient sword containing his uncle's primordial spirit in his arms, and his lips twitched inexplicably: "Indeed, I have a deep understanding of this."

Yu Lian immediately showed a sympathetic look.

"I just drank too much when I was young. I drank, vomited, and then drank again. There's nothing I can do about it; that's just how life is for mercenaries."

"I didn't say anything!" he added. "I was just thinking about the past. When I was eight years old, it was just the two of us at home. I suggested ordering takeout, but Feifei said that it would be like throwing a tantrum if Rong's child downstairs needed takeout. So I decided to cook for myself. That silly woman had only just learned how to make fried rice and twice-cooked pork, and she was already trying to challenge herself with boiled cabbage."

"So what if he's only eight? You should be secretly happy. Your uncle can't even cook a boiled egg properly, so what makes him think he can challenge the full banquet of the Tirero court?" Knowing he had accidentally let something slip, the master coughed awkwardly and said seriously, "And then what?"

"The food that was enough for three meals was ruined, so we really ate boiled cabbage in the literal sense."

Lan Jiufeng felt that Yu Lian was trying to comfort him, but his mood still brightened considerably.

A smile crept onto his lips: "The Void Lords instinctively chase after places rich in psionic energy, especially these dimensional fragments that exist between matter and the Void, containing the aura of both matter and life, which are an irresistible delicacy for them."

“I understand, so building a large villa in the virtual realm achieves the same effect.” Yu Lian laughed, “You can’t let your carefully crafted little world be roared at by passing virtual realm beasts. Not only do you have to keep it running, but you also have to keep it hidden. That’s cultivation!”

"Yes, disciple, this is a high-level training. You've reached the eighth ring now. You should also be able to create your own little world in the future. Our Spirit Vein Technology Academy belongs to the Society and relies on the natural laws of the treasure, but it's different from having your own little world."

"The disciple understands."

"The serpent-headed people's solitary realm has a tricky aspect, but it should have some merit. If you have connections, you can find some and study it carefully." "This disciple doesn't have..." Yu Lian wanted to say that he had connections, but in the end he changed his words: "This, this disciple will do his best after we get out."

"Furthermore, the way Emperor Yi entrusted his soul to the small world is truly astounding! Even the mastermind behind such a bloody and anti-civilization slave owner has things worth learning from," Lan Jiufeng said earnestly.

“That’s absolutely right! Our Spiritual Research Society is the most qualified to say that.”

The methods of spiritual vein comprehension and cultivation were the original creations of the master and uncle, but the entire set of introductory martial arts and skills was far too imperial in style. Not to mention the academy that was hiding somewhere in the Void Realm, preparing to open its gates wide to accept disciples from all over the world after this battle, which was simply the family treasure of the Wei King's family.

"In short, we want to thank His Majesty the Emperor for his gift."

"Thank you for the gift, Your Majesty."

"Master..."

"Alright, alright. In the end, I have to do this myself! My disciple, you're very filial!" Lan Jiufeng knew he couldn't avoid it after all, and said in despair, "But you're right, we need a 'bait' of sufficient weight. I'm currently communicating with my own Daoist temple."

At this point, Master Lan, who always appeared calm and collected as if he were about to shatter the void, finally revealed a reluctant expression: "After I stabilized at the eighth ring, I began to try to build my own dojo in the Void Realm... Now, fifty-five years have passed. I collected rare and precious materials in the Void Realm and transported flowers, grasses, and rocks from the material world, which is why it has the grandeur it has today."

Yu Lian could completely understand. Even if it was a large blocky pixel landscape that he had spent hundreds of hours creating on Kuaishou, if they said it was going to be demolished, he would probably be in his current state.

However, on the other hand, although Master was very sad, his reaction was not as intense as when he learned that a certain girl group leader had retired from the industry to get married after becoming pregnant out of wedlock.

"Good, this way my guilt won't be too intense," Yu Lian thought.

He added, "We need to find a way to inform those two senior brothers to leave."

This actually refers to the master's two "attendants," the tortoise and the crane. Three generations have called them "uncle-master," so it's perfectly reasonable for Yu Lian to call them "senior brother."

Lan Jiufeng nodded proudly: "Your master is a prophet. As soon as my uncle and I entered the empire, I notified the two boys to go find your senior brother. They must be at the academy by now, and they can help your senior brother with some work."

This is just taking precautions in advance. Anyone with basic common sense would know to avoid danger. How can you be so prescient?
“What else?” Yu Lian looked at the sword in his master’s hand… no, his uncle: “We also need a key that can precisely open up a path and unlock a way out for us at crucial moments.”

“That’s exactly right.” Lan Jiufeng nodded: “Your martial aunt has this power. With her as the catalyst, there is a possibility of forcibly tearing apart the barrier of this realm.”

Yu Lian felt that something was wrong with his master's choice of words, but he didn't know how to correct it for the time being.

In short, grasping the essence is enough.

"I will unleash a sword strike, tearing the sky apart." The master gazed up at the increasingly crimson sky, his eyes like those of someone examining the carotid artery of prey. "Then, I will use my spiritual energy to guide my dojo, colliding with the veil of this space. The fluctuations of spiritual energy will be enough to attract the attention of other beings. Once they invade and begin to devour the origin of this domain, the emperor's spiritual power will also be restrained. The domain's structure will become fragile. At that time, it will be our chance to escape, and also our opportunity to severely damage its foundation!"

He then looked at Yu Lian: "Of course, the success rate cannot be guaranteed."

"There's only a theoretical success rate. That's what you really meant, isn't it?" Yu Lian laughed. "However, even so, it's still a potential threat to him. Did the emperor not take this into account when he did it?"

“Human power has its limits, and the emperor was not omnipotent. He always had to make choices, make sacrifices, and take risks.” The master pondered for a moment: “Moreover, I can sense that he doesn’t actually have that much vitality.”

"Are you angry?"

"His soul power is as robust as a star in its prime, and his spiritual realm is as profound as the vast sky, yet he lacks spirit." The master spoke these seemingly contradictory words with composure: "He should be striving for immortality with all his might, but he should also know that immortality is unlikely. He is calmly facing the fate of possible demise."

Although there are some inaccuracies in this statement, it is indeed Yu Lian's judgment.

In short, the plan worked. Although it was simple, brutal, and extremely dangerous, it was the only, and perhaps the best, option to break the deadlock.

Yu Lian watched as his master slowly drew his... uh, this ancient sword. Judging from its appearance, it was indeed just an ordinary eight-sided greatsword, too plain even to be considered a work of art.

Both are in the form of Han swords, but they are far inferior to Gongsun Qing's red and blue ones.

However, as soon as the sword was drawn, he clearly felt the unconcealed power of space, which seemed to be able to cut through his spirit even from several meters away.

The power of this divine sword! It's terrifying!

Speaking of which, all the Enlightened Ones he knew of who possessed no spatial manipulation abilities could only sit at the table of mass-produced goods.

If that's the case, where is Little Grey?
I'm trapped in warp space, why aren't you showing up to help, you warp nano ghost? You're so unhelpful.

Is this what you call civilized guidance?

Wait until we get out, then see how I laugh at you.

Then, the master gazed at the sword with deep affection and sighed, "Actually, don't laugh at me, but I did consider this plan before."

Oh? Then why is that?
Intuition told him that this might not be a very pleasant reason. But just as Yu Lian was about to ask a few questions, the surrounding gray wasteland churned violently once again.

The undisguised killing intent was thus revealed out of nowhere.

As before, the figures of dozens of young emperors materialized from nothingness, wielding various weapons, and surrounded them from all directions.

Their hostility was cold, direct, and rigid, at first glance resembling hostile combat robots, yet with a hint of agility and liveliness.

Setting aside visual imagination and sensing the essence through intuition, Yu Lian was indeed able to capture the true will of Emperor Elisher.

This kind of ambiguous, neither-here-nor-there setting was something he had never experienced before. To be fair, for a psionicist, this was actually quite indescribable, and it was easy to lose sanity.

"Again? How classic." Yu Lian clicked his tongue, but continued to circulate his spiritual energy without stopping. Ripples appeared around him, forming a curtain that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, protecting both himself and Lan Jiufeng within it.

"Disciple, I entrust the protection to you." Lan Jiufeng still gazed affectionately at his divine sword. At one hundred and eight years old, he seemed to see the youthful innocence of his eighteen-year-old self.

Yu Lian suddenly realized that Wu Yazi's reaction to the jade statue was nothing more than that.

So you didn't use this tactic before because no one wanted to be the main tank? You should have said so earlier. Why didn't you say so sooner?