The Cockroach-like Girl Is My Beast

It spun a few times at the center of the Sea of Spirit, then turned into a torrent of cyan and gold, soaring upward.

The golden torrent took the lead, condensing a golden spherical shell with a complex, detailed Spirit Rune Array to enclose the Heart of Terra at the top.

The shell appeared intermittently, resembling a fetal membrane or an artificial aperture.

Meanwhile, the cyan torrent circled around the golden sphere like nourishment, quickly being absorbed into it bit by bit.

The entire golden sphere, along with the Heart of Terra inside, emitted a fierce radiance, its aura beginning to surge wildly.

The intense Spiritual Power Fluctuation even stirred the surrounding air, as fierce winds howled on the platform, like the final lament of this soon-to-be-destroyed Secret Realm.

[Evolution Level: 35%]

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[Evolution Level: 50%]

[Grade: Purple (Dao Mark 2)]

The fuzzy Black Crown atop Lin Guang's head seemed more solidified.

Accompanied by the rapid growth and healing of the Heart of Terra, inexplicable information was transmitted.

These were Qing Yueyang's last thoughts.

...…

Qing Yueyang naturally hated Liu Cheyi.

The two were arch-enemies, having fought for millennia, and even in death, they had not determined a winner. His legacy was unwilling to be given directly, requiring so-called fair competition.

But what Qing Yueyang hated the most was the Demon Race that destroyed the entire world; he would never forget the scene of the entire Great Realm being ruined after countless Outer Realm demons invaded.

The great stars fell, time and space shattered, no one was spared.

After Liu Cheyi's death, his mind was filled with a thirst for vengeance.

He must fight back, take the legacy and will of that damn old rival Liu Cheyi, break through higher boundaries, become a True Immortal, and kill all those Demons completely.

This thought persisted until this Secret Realm drifted in the void for a very long time, nearing the so-called [Outer Battlefield].

Time flowed differently, it seemed as if time in this world was set under a restriction by some existence, passing particularly slow, and the Outer Realm demons that this world contended with were far more terrifying than he imagined, with top experts among them vastly surpassing his peak period, reaching the levels of the 'Immortal' only conjectured in the Refining Heaven Realm, and even higher domains.

The geniuses of this world might far exceed his imagination.

He found that he might not necessarily win.

This heaven and earth had assimilated and redirected into the world named Blue Star, and in this Secret Realm, a thousand years had passed.

In the first five hundred years of those thousand years, he had been pondering how to attain victory.

Thus, he left corresponding means in his inheritance, setting traps targeting potential inheritors, ready with preparations to seize them.

The survival of the fittest, he did not think there was anything wrong with it.

But after doing so, this premonition became even stronger.

…What if he truly lost?

If he exhausted all vile means yet failed to seize from those competitors, then what would happen?

Would he choose to perish with the inheritance, leaving nothing for anyone, or disregard the inheritance entirely, and try everything to survive?

Qing Yueyang pondered for a moment and suddenly realized... perhaps he was influenced by Liu Cheyi's memory, and surprisingly was anticipating this event to occur.

Because if someone could defeat him under these circumstances, there was no doubt that they were stronger than him and stronger than Liu Cheyi.

Indeed, he was a powerful and lonely Demon God; Blue Star meant nothing to him in terms of affection and trust.

But... so what? As long as they could exceed what he had done and kill more Demons, anything would be fine.

So, the last unactivated means Qing Yueyang left engraved at the bottom of the Secret Realm was a single one.

Not for his own escape.

But...

If there was no one he deemed worthy, then as the Secret Realm shrunk and finished collapsing, he would launch this inheritance itself.

Two Mahayana Stage individuals had invested almost all their Cultivation into it, which was enough to make this inanimate object self-sufficient, not destroyed by the passage of time.

One day, it would gather enough energy to restart and unfold somewhere in this world.

Continuing like this, eventually, it would encounter someone truly worthy of inheriting it.

This is...

The last trace of Qing Yueyang, the Supreme Demon God of the Refining Heaven Realm.

...…

Under the excited gazes of three young girls, a mutation suddenly began to occur on Lin Guang's dark golden skeletal body.

The excess dark golden Source Stone Crystal on the bones suddenly shattered on its own, and at the position of the Heart of Terra's projection in the heart area, a mass of red flesh started to generate out of thin air.

Next were the lungs, liver, kidneys... the five viscera and six bowels, various organs began to grow.

Blood vessels, nerves, muscle fibers, and tendons materialized out of nowhere, starting to entwine the skeleton like red vines, overlaid by skin.

Hair, facial features, and even parts more crucial than average were progressively shaped.

In this process, which reached the extreme, the unharmed, handsome young man returned to their side once again.

For some reason, even clothes generated on their own.

However, the outer clothing looked a bit strange, unlike any outfit Lin Guang had ever worn.

It resembled a trench coat, a black garment, with a black hood at the back.

Lin Guang slowly opened his eyes, looking at them, his eyes full of melancholy and joy.

——So that's how it is.

Even though he was an enemy of Qing Yueyang...

Nevertheless, his experience was still lamentable.

"Brother Lin Guang!"

Lisa's cry pierced through the smoky air.

The girl launched into Lin Guang's embrace, her slender arms squeezing his newly-formed ribs to a dull ache, and her scorching tears dripped onto his bare chest— which still had faint red patterns, like healing surgical scars.

Lin Guang raised his hand, gently ruffling her small head, then looked apologetically at his three companions: "Sorry, for worrying you all."

Vishdair seemed to be trying to hide the redness in her eyes, deliberately putting on an unusually fierce expression on her pretty face, she glared at Lin Guang, then raised her eyebrows, using a black-red Demonic long tail to poke his arm: "Don't dare go back and settle scores with you!!"

With a hint of worry in her orange pupils, Chelina said softly, "Master... you really overexerted yourself this time."

A slight smile crossed Lin Guang's lips, offering no defense, he simply said: "No matter how it is, we've become the ultimate victors, and that's the best conclusion, isn't it?"

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"..."

"..."

Everyone fell silent.

Is this truly the best conclusion?

At this moment, countless Golden Birch Leaves flew in from nowhere, like a golden torrent, the leaves interweaving, reshaping, forming a golden gate in front of Lin Guang.

"Alright."

The rumble of the collapsing Secret Realm chased from behind, Lin Guang clapped his hands, "Time is short, we should be leaving as well."

The four of them stepped forward, stepping through that golden gate.

At the last moment before leaving the Secret Realm, Lin Guang suddenly felt a whisper in his ear, unsure if it was the memory and obsession from the refined Divine Object or the final message inscribed in the Secret Realm.

It wasn't a single voice, but millions—

The sighs of the old, the soft singing of a maiden, the roars of a brave warrior, a child's sleep-talking, the cry of a Celestial Roc...

They fell like fine snow, and converging like a stream, eventually settling into one sentence in his heart:

Carry our wishes,

slaughter all Demons under heaven.