Ye Shu Skillfully Deploys the Interlocking Stratagem, Mo Yu Mistakenly Mounts the Execution Block

Buzz!!!

The crimson light suddenly swelled, illuminating the entire treasure vault like a scene from hell.

A dense aura of slaughter pressed down on everyone present.

The crowd looked around in panic, at a loss.

"What the hell is happening?"

"What kind of divine or demonic event is this?"

"Why, out of nowhere, is it suddenly splashing tomato sauce?"

"Is this some kind of hell?"

At the same time, countless swords materialized in the void, enveloping the entire vault airtight. In an instant, a thousand layers of sword shadows formed, a vast expanse of white standing in stark contrast to the red light, exuding a soul-shaking pressure.

And Mo Yu stood at the very center where the killing intent was thickest.

The tips of countless swords all pointed straight at Mo Yu, radiating a chilling cold and gleaming menace.

The faces of the Mo family disciples turned pale.

"Young Master!"

"This is the ancient Yin-Yang Two Extremes Array..."

Mo Yu’s expression darkened. He clearly hadn't expected that idiot Mo Shisan would ruin his plans.

But faced with this array, he showed little fear.

Because this was nothing more than a part of the original plot—if the chosen one could get through it, then Mo Yu, as himself, could do the same!

This trial was essential for winning the Empress's approval.

It had just been triggered early because of Mo Shisan.

In the original novel he had read, the male lead—still at the Nascent Soul stage—accidentally triggered the ancient Heaven-Earth Two Extremes Array and found himself trapped in a seemingly hopeless crisis.

But—

Even in hopelessness, there was a sliver of survival.

Because the Empress from the Era of Fallen Emperors was an unusual person.

She was so arrogant, so utterly conceited that she believed only a true supreme being could match her. She even boasted that no such figure existed in all the rivers of history.

So she peered into the river of time and saw a glimpse of the future.

Thus, she left behind this array.

It was called the Heaven-Earth Two Extremes Array. Though it brimmed with killing intent, Yin and Yang naturally held a path to life, a way of reversal. So the spot he now stood on—seemingly the most dangerous, lethal point—was actually the array’s eye and the safest place.

But in the original story, the male lead hadn’t realized this.

He had chosen to face the ancient killing array head-on simply to protect the female lead. That reckless move, by sheer dumb luck, let him barely escape and pass the Empress’s trial.

Now that fate was no longer in charge, he would bear it himself!

Stepping on one jet-black Yin fish, he faced the dense forest of sword shadows, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Arrays were simple like that—once you knew the answer, solving them was easy.

Swish, swish, swish!

The sword shadows grew more solid by the moment, their aura terrifying.

Meanwhile, the other Mo family members had moved to the position of the white Yang fish, which seemed calm and safe—the only secure spot in the array.

But in truth, that was where the real death trap lay.

The Empress despised cowards the most.

Mo Yu glanced at them and decided not to bother.

If those people died, so be it—it would save him the trouble of sharing the resources in this ruin with them.

Finally, the array reached its peak.

Swish, swish, swish!

Boundless light and shadow!

Countless sword shadows rained down like a torrential storm, carrying the force to tear heaven and earth apart as they crashed downward.

"Come on!"

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, shouting in his heart, fully prepared to receive the inheritance.

But just at that critical moment!

A frantic shout suddenly exploded in Mo Yu’s ear.

"Young Master, look out!"

"What?"

Mo Yu froze and instinctively turned his head.

The next moment, a bent elbow slammed hard into his handsome face. The blow was heavy and solid, sending him flying straight toward the direction of the Yang fish.

Whoosh~

Mo Yu traced an elegant arc through the air, caught hastily by the other Mo family disciples standing on the Yang fish. They barely managed to keep him from toppling over.

"Wh—what?"

He looked up sharply.

There, standing on the spot he had just occupied, was Mo Shisan. He held a crown in his hands, surrounded by sword shadows, flashing the crowd a smile that said he had made peace with death.

"Everyone... goodbye..."

In an instant, countless sword shadows engulfed him.

"What kind of joke is this?! Get the hell out of there, you bastard!!!"

Mo Yu’s eyes burned with fury as he roared.

He shoved everyone aside and ran toward the Yin fish. The surrounding Mo family disciples thought he was trying to save him and grabbed hold of him, their voices heavy with choked emotion: "Young Master Mo, don’t go—Mo Shisan is already... already... He did it all to save you. If you go back up there, what meaning does his sacrifice have?"

Who would have thought that the most spineless man in their group—Mo Shisan—would make such a choice at the brink of death?

"No! Damn it all!"

Mo Yu was so angry he could spit blood, his right cheek flushed—not from rage, but from the elbow strike.

But suddenly, he realized something.

He was now standing on the Yang fish.

Which meant... he was now in the truly dangerous position! Looking at the ominous red light all around, a wave of sorrow washed over Mo Yu as he roared in fury.

"Mo Shisan, screw you!!!"

The surrounding Mo family disciples turned their heads, assuming Mo Yu was simply too grief-stricken to speak properly—after all, any young master would struggle to accept the death of a loyal subordinate.

Then the red light flared up.

The Yang fish beneath their feet suddenly lashed its tail like a living creature, and the entire area seemed to ignite, radiating a scorching, sticky heat.

"What? What’s happening?!"

The Mo family disciples panicked, trying to flee, only to find their feet stuck to the ground, completely unable to pull free. They could only watch helplessly as glowing crimson sword shadows materialized in the air above. The blades solidified, all pointing straight at them, radiating a choking killing intent.

Mo Yu’s face darkened to the point that it looked like it could drip water.

Damn, damn, damn!

This restriction was set up by the Nine Nether Empress at her prime. Even if several eras had passed, its power was still far beyond what he—a mere Return-to-Void cultivator—could withstand.

"At this point, do I have to use that move?"

Mo Yu clenched his teeth, full of reluctance.

He hadn’t planned to care about the survival of these disciples, but now that he was trapped as well, he’d die if he didn’t break the array.

With that thought, Mo Yu stopped hesitating and shouted aloud.

"System! Add my points!"

[Ding! Respected host, the Destiny’s Great Villain System is at your service. This operation will consume thirty thousand points of luck value. Please confirm.]

Hearing that number, Mo Yu flinched.

Thirty thousand points of luck value—that was no small sum. It pushed the distant goal of restoring his perfect state even further away.

But now...

The crimson sword shadows loomed above. The arrow had been notched onto the string; there was no turning back.

Gnashing his teeth, Mo Yu shouted: "Confirm!"

The next moment—

A dazzling light burst forth, blinding to behold!

[Respected host, the current crisis has been resolved for you. Thirty thousand points of luck value have been deducted. Enjoy your meal.]