Chapter 1590: Qinglong Daoren: A Day of Envying the True Self

Inside the Formation, Bi Luochun was extremely careful, watching the surrounding mist. He constantly felt someone staring at him, and that dangerous feeling made his whole body uncomfortable; his soul seemed about to explode, as if he could be killed at any moment, and he dared not relax his vigilance.

His soul and body trembled, clearly indicating that this time he truly faced danger. He had felt this before and almost died; now it returned, and Bi Luochun dared not lower his guard nor be careless—he did not want to die, nor become someone else's prey.

"Who on earth has set their sights on me? What kind of ghostly thing is hidden inside this Formation?"

"Or perhaps it's nearby, ready to devour me at any moment? No, I can't be careless, I must not let it eat me."

Bi Luochun thought of that beast; only it could give him this feeling. He realized he was likely facing a strong opponent and had to be careful, as the enemy could strike at any time, and he too had to keep watch constantly, never letting his guard slip.

They continued to face off in the shadows, neither willing to lower vigilance. Heishanyang sensed Bi Luochun's tension and did not act immediately; the opponent kept his guard up, waiting for Heishanyang to move. He would not strike lightly nor give the other a chance.

At minimum, Heishanyang must prevent Bi Luochun from reacting, achieving a one‑hit kill, so he could be completely at ease.

So both the man and the goat remained still; the man sat, waiting for Heishanyang to act, while Heishanyang did not move, staying hidden, silently watching Bi Luochun, seeking a suitable moment to strike. Their standoff would not be broken easily.

Qinglong Daoren and the others watched silently, neither intervening nor disturbing them, allowing them to continue as is, which was best.

Xinran Zhanglao watched for a while, found it uninteresting, and did not want to continue watching—it was too boring.

"Why hasn't Heishanyang moved yet? How long has this been going on? Why hasn't it made any move? Just kill him outright! What is it waiting for?"

Bi Luochun's strength was decent, but certainly inferior to Heishanyang's, and Heishanyang was still lurking in the shadows, holding absolute advantage; a few surprise attacks would surely succeed, so why wait to act later?

The Formation's power was great, and the mist's harassment further weakened Bi Luochun gradually. Heishanyang could easily harass him once a day, fight him daily, driving Bi Luochun mad, unable to stay calm; inevitably, Bi Luochun would collapse.

Yet Heishanyang did not do that; instead, it chose to observe, or rather, it didn't want to be a laughingstock, aiming to finish Bi Luochun in one go—wasn't that just creating trouble for itself?

Tianlian Zhenren sighed, "I thought we'd see a grand battle, but this is it?"

She had prepared to watch a spectacle, and now you give me this?

They wanted to see Heishanyang's tactics to gauge its strength, how much it had recovered, and what abilities it possessed.

Having stayed together for so long, they were naturally curious about all this and wanted to know.

Heishanyang had been bragging all along; they wanted to see if it was truly that powerful, but Heishanyang never acted, just stalled.

Qinglong Daoren smiled, "Go cultivate; they won't start fighting that quickly."

He knew Heishanyang well; without absolute certainty, it would not strike, instead observing from the shadows, and when Bi Luochun was near collapse, it would naturally choose to act.

It would be impossible to wait less than ten days or half a month; as for the two women, they'd be better off cultivating.

"Tch."

"Boring."

Xinran Zhanglao and Tianlian Zhenren went sword‑training together, and the two became sisters, their bond deepening over many shared experiences. Having fought side by side, struggled together, and been frank with each other, they had long understood each other's hearts.

Qinglong Daoren stood in place, feeling his own changes as his cultivation continued to rise.

The "Qinglong Classic" activated, breathing the ambient spiritual energy and observing the cosmic laws of Tianwai, merging them with himself.

After the true self's Advancement, the mixed‑origin eyes awakened, enabling him to see through everything, even the laws and Dao of heaven and earth; in his eyes, nothing remained unseen.

As a split‑self, he naturally received some bestowed abilities; his eyes turned, and a vague chaos appeared—nothing in heaven and earth held any secret any longer.

He contemplated within, intoxicated by the Dao, while his own "Qinglong Classic" ran, perceiving his own divine abilities, which belong to the Azure Dragon Clan. The Qinglong body is fundamental; his physique grew stronger, and all aspects strengthened alongside.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Qinglong Daoren awoke from his contemplation, his whole being altered, his strength rising again; his cultivation remained the same, suppressed by him, preventing his own breakthrough, also stopping himself from taking that step.

Advancing too quickly would be detrimental; although Qinglong Daoren longed for a rapid Advancement to the Tribulation Realm, so he could better protect Longshe Shan, this step must not be rushed, nor be overly impulsive.

"Huff huff, the true self grows stronger, and the gap between me and the true self widens. I thought I could close the distance, but in reality…"

Chen Chuyang grew ever stronger, and he, strengthening alongside, was naturally the best.

Yet, the gap between Qinglong Daoren and the true self kept widening. After so much effort, this was the result, leaving his heart naturally disappointed. He is a split‑self, but he also possesses independent consciousness, naturally yearning to chase the true self, only to find the disparity far greater.

The true self's targets were not only others; even his own split‑self was struck.

"Being with the true self is our sorrow."

Qinglong Daoren sighed, saying that sharing an era with the true self was truly tragic.

Fortunately, his loss was not that great; the true self is also him, he is also the true self—envying oneself, what does that even matter?

"The Azure Dragon Clan's bloodline is indeed powerful; compared to humans, it's neither weak nor strong. Among humans, the true self's talent is of demon‑level, and ordinary demons don't even qualify to see the true self. My own talent also originates from the true self."

"Compared to those people, my talent is stronger, making it easier to catch up with the true self."

As the true self advanced, he advanced with it, and his own talent and comprehension of heaven and earth grew, yielding endless benefit.

Compared to those demons, he is far stronger; the only one who can dominate him is the true self Chen Chuyang; others lack even the right to see him.

"A genius demon, but only just earned the right to see me."

This threshold has blocked many; without catching up to him, one cannot see the true self.

Thinking that way, Qinglong Daoren felt sorrow for those people, considering himself fortunate.