Chapter 251: The Dao Net Can No Longer Be Woven

Within the Beast God Realm.

Thick, ink-black energy radiated boundless malice, as if condensed from the shadowy dark side of the world.

Within that ink-black mass, Hun Tian Yi pressed one hand to its brow, roaring incessantly; its pure purple right eye was stained with streaks of ink, while its pure black left eye glowed with flecks of violet light.

Its form twisted continuously, as if some presence sought to escape from within its body.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

No longer that layered voice—its formerly detached, distant tone now brimmed with fury!

That incoming outsider's sword strike…

That strike had severed a small portion of the intimate bond between the Beast God and myself!

How could this happen?!

Why does the Dao followed by that outsider perfectly counter my current state?!

"Get out! Get out of me!" A savage voice erupted from Hun Tian Yi's body.

It was the Beast God.

The Beast God had longed for this opportunity for too long!

Entangled with this Tian Yi for a hundred thousand years, it had never ceased yearning to break free.

Xian Yi had achieved eternal existence, so even if separated from Tian Yi, it would remain a Xian.

At most, it would be weakened for a time.

"No! I will not allow it!"

The Beast God struggled desperately to escape, but Hun Tian Yi clung to it tightly; the two entangled each other as they had before, endlessly wearing each other down.

"If you break free, and that outsider returns, both of us will perish!"

"Perish? So what! I fear no death!"

Ten thousand years ago, in battle with Xi, had it not gone in with the resolve to die?

It could accept dying honorably in Xi's hands—but it would never accept becoming sustenance for this vile Tian Yi!

"If you die, the Beast God clan will perish with you!"

The roaring, disputing thoughts of the two echoed across the river of time, while Hun Tian Yi's body continued to twist.

Long moments passed…

Finally, the twisted form stabilized, and the boundless malice of the ink-black energy receded.

Its eyes returned to pure black and pure purple, yet the strange spiral mark woven from violet and black threads at its brow now showed faint signs of cracking.

The Beast God could disregard its own demise, but could not ignore the survival of the Beast God clan.

Thus, it was temporarily persuaded.

Hun Tian Yi's expression turned grim.

Damn that Sword Ancestor!

"Quick! Reweave the Dao Net!" The savage voice urged.

A flicker of irritation passed through its pure purple pupils, yet it dared not refuse, and began cooperating with the Beast God to reweave the Dao Net.

It raised its hand; its palm, covered in violet scales, curled slightly and grasped forward.

Illusory Dao and cosmic principles in its palm resembled actual threads.

But before it could begin weaving…

Crack!

Thin streaks of crimson light flashed, severing everything—the cosmic threads it had drawn forth snapped apart.

Hun Tian Yi froze, then snapped its gaze upward.

There, upon the very essence of the Beast God Realm's rules and the Dao's cosmic principles, thin crimson lights flickered and entwined.

That sword strike had been seared into the very existence of the Beast God!

"Again!" The savage voice roared in fury.

Hun Tian Yi had no choice but to follow its demand and attempt several more times.

But sadly, no matter the method, the entangled crimson sword-light blocked every attempt.

Moreover, this crimson sword-light clung like a malignant growth, nearly impossible to remove.

The Beast God grew increasingly furious; Hun Tian Yi grew steadily impatient.

Already mutually influencing each other, their states were unstable, and now they had just been slashed by Xu Xing.

So, soon, the two began arguing again.

…………

At the Beast God Elder Council, beside a quiet cottage.

Ming and Fu Mu still gazed at the sky.

After a long while, Ming seemed to receive some message, turned its head toward Fu Mu, its tone brimming with uncontainable joy.

"Fu! That human outsider has been defeated by the supreme Beast God Lord!" Fu Mu, manipulating its skin-puppet, smiled: "Yes, I already know."

"As proof, your proposal was correct—now those elders who opposed you…"

Too overjoyed, the usually cold and reserved Ming became loquacious.

She truly rejoiced for her dear friend.

But Fu Mu had no interest in listening.

Its mind was filled entirely with the words it had just heard.

"I slashed the Beast God once, and imprinted the sword-light into the myriad Dao and principles of this realm—within a thousand years, the 'Dao Net' cannot reappear."

"But once the Beast God awakens, even with the 'Great Expansion to Shield Heaven Technique,' your impersonation of the Beast God clan will not fool it."

"So, I've already sent away most of the human race."

"As for the few who have risen to high positions within the Beast God Clan, I will personally conceal them for you."

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"Remember, the Beast God cannot be opposed by force. The coming period will be the hardest—you must lie low and wait for the right moment."

The words she heard were few, calm and gentle.

Like an elder's parting advice to the young.

In a daze, Fu Mu seemed to see again that figure, bearing a crimson longsword, standing before surging waves.

His silhouette was majestic and towering, shielding them from wind and rain, lifting up the crumbling human race.

A pang of bitterness suddenly rose in her heart.

The elder has truly left.

After a while, she suppressed all her emotions.

She teased Ming, who was still chattering: "You were the one who opposed me the most back then."

Ming paused, then smiled bitterly: "I was wrong."

"Since you know you were wrong..." Fu Mu stood up and extended her hand in invitation, "then stop hiding here—come out and help me."

In the time ahead, all she had to do was play the role of the Grand Elder of the Beast God Elder Council to the best of her ability.

And she must gain even more influence within the Beast God Elder Council!

With the Beast God's awakening, Ming's spirit revived.

Her actions were extreme; if left unchecked, she might bring even greater disaster upon the human race. Better to keep her close.

Ming stared for a long time at Fu Mu's outstretched hand.

"What? Are you unwilling?"

Unwilling?

After a brief hesitation, Ming slowly raised her hand and gripped it firmly.

"Good!"

After two great failures, all the upper echelons had lost faith in her—only Fu remained as devoted as ever...

No!

Even better than before.

Over these years as Grand Elder, Fu's once sensitive, suspicious nature and fickle temper had gradually returned to normal.

But... wasn't this also a kind of helplessness and compromise?

"I'll help you!"

Ming believed that, with her and Fu's efforts, the Beast God Clan would surely grow better!

Hearing this, Fu Mu finally smiled.

Then, just as she had done beside the pool before, she opened her arms and embraced her.

This time, Ming did not stop her.

The gem on the staff jingled, but beneath the skin, Fu Mu's face remained calm.

Out of protection for them, the elder severed all possibilities that might expose their identities.

So now, she did not know which among the Beast God Clan's upper ranks were allies.

Without the unwavering support of those from before, she must quickly build her own faction.

Only then could the human race preserve enough sparks to survive the coming hard times.

Fu Mu and Ming embraced, each lost in their own thoughts. (End of Chapter)