The Cockroach-like Girl Is My Beast

Liu Cheyi is indeed an undisputed legend.

Yet, his life is filled with many regrets, many failures.

So many, too many to count.

However, none of these were able to completely knock him down, rendering him unable to rise again.

However, after being rejected by the Refining Heaven Realm, these two heavily injured arch-enemies stayed in the Secret Realm for hundreds of years, only to find their injuries difficult to heal due to various reasons...

Liu Cheyi discovered that his well-honed Dao heart, as the leader of the righteous path, seemed to be wounded.

A fear he had already cast aside, the fear of death, began to creep back in.

This is very unusual, yet somehow not unusual.

Almost no cultivator refrains from pursuing eternal life and sight.

Even among the righteous cultivators, many have the motivation for cultivation just for immortality, fear of death actually serves as a driving force, propelling them to climb higher realms.

Liu Cheyi suddenly very much wished to live on.

He did have some ways, able to use unconventional methods to extend life and heal injuries, but that would cause his realm to fall.

Qing Yueyang surely had similar techniques.

But they both understood, whoever acted first would inevitably be killed by the other who retained their realm.

The blood feud between the Human Race and Demon Race is not something that can be dissolved by a mere joint battle or some past friendship, it's an enmity of annihilation.

And as long as one kills the other, the last existence of their race, it would be an end to all this.

Thus, the two severely wounded individuals fell into a situation similar to the prisoner's dilemma, and they stalemated.

Initially, Liu Cheyi contemplated whether to perish together with Qing Yueyang.

He believed Qing Yueyang was thinking the same.

The two remained tacitly in this small world.

But soon... this thought gradually faded away.

Because Liu Cheyi suddenly realized something.

Why did the Heavenly Dao of the Refining Heaven Realm throw them out instead of keeping them to contend?

It's known that the Heavenly Dao is ignorant, unless a Mahayana Stage cultivator forcibly merges with the Dao at the cost of swiftly erasing oneself, it has no clear self-awareness, only instincts.

But the answer is actually simple.

Instincts represent life.

When an individual faces inevitable death, it naturally desires to leave a legacy and continuation, this is life's instinct.

Thus, Liu Cheyi suddenly understood something.

It wasn't that his Dao heart was wounded.

His fear of death wasn't due to fear of death itself.

The essence of this fear and despair is watching helplessly as his homeland, his lifetime, the efforts of him and his comrades ultimately leave no trace, no future.

Impossible to change.

Also... devoid of any meaning.

This is the ultimate despair.

Then how can it have meaning?

As the leader of the righteous path, he instantly arrived at a conclusion that was already much-discussed.

Even if he exerted all efforts to extend life, the chances of encountering a world in the void are too low, too low.

But if only someone can inherit, carrying the mark of the Refining Heaven Realm forward, it would render all of this meaningful.

This person doesn't necessarily have to be himself.

The Refining Heaven Realm chose another person.

Qing Yueyang.

But it's absolutely impossible for him to bow to his arch-enemy.

Then, while he still had the cultivation of the Mahayana Stage, capable of doing something... he decided to try.

Thus Liu Cheyi abandoned the use of the longevity technique, let go of the contention for the authority of the Lord of Heaven and Earth with Qing Yueyang, and in an incomprehensible gaze of Qing Yueyang, he lavishly spent his own essence.

He injected his power, all of himself bit by bit into the Ascension Platform.

He designed a legacy that could inherit his strongest skills, a system that nested inside and outside, forming its own cycle, though weak, could support longer than his full peak life span.

To ensure the legacy wouldn't be destroyed, Liu Cheyi did two things.

First, he didn't leave any will or artifact spirit containing will within the heritage, the core of the Inheritance Secret Realm is vacant, though it can operate autonomously, Qing Yueyang can equally control the Inheritance Secret Realm as long as he willingly spends five hundred years within the Illusion Realm constructed from his memories.

If indeed this happens, the other can further extend life through this system, supporting even longer.

Second, his legacy is open to Qing Yueyang as well—the premise is under the rules of the legacy, competing fairly with other trial takers.

If the world reached truly lacks wonders or is full of the alien, with no one able to defeat him, then let it be handed to Qing Yueyang, whether he wants to possess the body or reincarnate as he pleases, it would still count as capitalizing on seniority.

But whatever is chosen, the prisoner's dilemma is resolved, the other can at least live on.

And Qing Yueyang agreed.

Thus he stepped into the Illusion Realm, accepting most of his old adversary's memories.

Liu Cheyi knows his old opponent well, knowing he's proud enough not to insult the persistence of a deceased.

He dissipated into this world, becoming the final nourishment.

He transcended this despair, pain, and void, surpassed the obsession with life and death, finding the meaning and destination of this life.

But he probably did not expect.

This proud and stubborn great bird, because of his proactive concession and this promise, what kind of decisions will it make in the future?

...

"Not good!"

Seeing Liu Cheyi's shadow make a move, a tall True Man suddenly shouted, "It can still use Secret Realm privileges in this way? Can it still form arrays?"

At this moment, the battle unfolding at the top of Celestial Ladder Mountain.

Forget about him.

Most of the True Men present were once brilliant talents, but even so, when they were Three-Star facing such a siege, they would probably be instantly killed; Four-Star would struggle to withstand, and Five-Star wouldn't easily claim victory!

But…

No one is pessimistic anymore.

The more despairing scenes have already been crossed, how could hope be denied again now?

At this point, to make them believe Lin Guang, the one who repeatedly creates miracles, will be defeated without any power to react — that is impossible.

Lin Guang's performance is worthy of belief from all True Men present!

"It's just Secret Realm's autonomous control, not particularly high level."

Zhang Tingqiu's eyes widened, runes floating: "And as long as it can break this wave of encirclement, this Celestial Roc shouldn't be able to use it again shortly."

"Once this is handled, they've run out of skills!"

Tu Shicheng said in a deep voice, "He should be able to think of a way."

"After all, he was the best at forming arrays in previous stages!"

Celestial Ladder Summit.

After the Trapping Array arose, the dark gold skeleton at the center of the array patterns suddenly raised its head, as if the calculations were finally complete.

The starry colored rotating hand bones waved like conductor's batons.

The continuously growing and fading Source Stone Crystal on the bones suddenly reshaped into long needles, shooting out of thin air, penetrating the gaps of the array's transformation, pinning onto the myriad array patterns on the ground.

The blurry crown above its head slowly rotates.

Everyone sees a benevolent, doctor-like elderly shadow vaguely appearing behind it.

That is the source of the Celestial Doctor's Talent, originating from the Cloud Sea Realm's Celestial Doctor.

First the calculations of Heaven Refining Array Dao.

Then the activation of Heavenly Mending Record: True Understanding of the Needle Dao.

The Source Stone long needles suddenly radiate brightly, energy churns, and the earth element Trapping Array becomes unstable.

The bindings slacken, a bluish shadow like a wolf is the first to break free, a long streak of Sword Qi slashes forth like a ship-splitting blade, advancing toward Liu Cheyi's shadow.

But simultaneously, Liu Cheyi's shadow decisively retreats three steps without any hesitation.

Each step taps the ground, new array patterns spread like vines.

Almost instantly, innumerable invisible, void-slicing killing intent spreads in front of Chelina.

But responding to it is already commenced Sword Dance and Continuous Slash.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding——

Countless dazzling brilliance darts forth, swirling around Chelina's body, absorbed into the sword curtain guarding her, bringing starlike brilliance within the bluish haze as if under a clear night sky.

The two draw closer.

Meanwhile, Vishdair's rampant assault also reignites.

Countless crimson meteors carry destructive aura, rising from the gun muzzle against the momentum, aiming at the Cyan-Winged Celestial Roc now wreathed in a massive blue energy body high above.

Yet it seems to have completed its power charging in less than ten seconds secured by Liu Guanyi.

The next instant, like a hurricane, like waves, a massive flowing cyan entity of accumulated Sword Qi, it locks onto Lin Guang on the platform, and with terrifying momentum, it crashes down.

As if tearing off a piece of the azure sky.

Then...…

Smash!!!

A colossal cyan shadow envelops the entire mountaintop.

With a capability to assimilate everything, dissolve everything, even soul matter could be disintegrated.

Poring the sky!

Azure Sky!

Everyone could feel, even Qing Yueyang requires nearly ten seconds of buildup to unleash this terrifying Skill.

That must be his formidable ability even during his prime.

Almost to say, touch it and die, with a range so large, there seems to be no room for escape across the platform.

No room for calculations, no gaps for Instant Movement.

Confronting this moment, the same's true for Lin Guang's best solution as well — bring the battle to direct confrontation domain.

No place for shortcut tactics of map attacks.

Sure enough, the reverse crimson meteor shower bombarded atop, like ants trying to stop a chariot, crushed into pieces.

"Hold it for me ahhhhh!!!"

The silver-haired girl's roar cannot even be smothered by the thunderous sound, faintly carrying the terrifying roar of Tiger Sharks.

Her eyes crimson, power pushed to the extreme.

And unwittingly, the crude hand cannon in her grasp shows the tendency of emanating shadows.