Chapter 219

Roar……

That stifled roar from deep in his throat halted abruptly.

The massive beast blocking the cave entrance shuddered violently, the click-click of its scales no longer a frenzied outburst but revealing an inexplicable rigidity.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei lifted their heads in terror.

It changed.

The vertical pupils, utterly consumed by scarlet and brutality, now saw the storm subside, the blood‑red recede like a tide, revealing deep within the pupil a point…… that belonged to a person, a clear, heart‑stopping faint light.

It's Grandfather!

Grandfather's gaze!

Although his body remained that monstrous and terrifying, nine feet tall with bone spurs jutting out, exuding a corrupting aura that made souls tremble, those eyes were unmistakably Wang Shan's.

Grandfather!

Wang Zhize and Wang Zhitao both shouted almost at the same time; their perception was sharper than Li Hu and Zhang Mei's, and the blood‑line connection let them instantly sense that familiar, kin‑like aura.

Wang Shan couldn't speak; he felt his vocal cords welded shut by molten lava, each word threatening to detonate the beast temporarily bound within him.

He merely lifted one claw.

That claw, which had just effortlessly shredded a magical treasure, now rose with excruciating slowness, even a hint of trembling.

Whoosh!

An ancient‑looking ring slipped from his ferocious claw, tracing a precise arc to land squarely at Li Hu's feet.

Li Hu caught it instinctively, the ring still bearing a trace of icy cold.

It was Wan Tiande's storage ring!

"Grandfather?" Li Hu stared up in shock.

The answer came as a thought that surged directly into his mind.

It wasn't a sound but a rapid succession of crystal‑clear images: the storage ring flung open, piles of spirit stones, pills, and technique jade slips pouring out; then the scene shifted to Wang Zhitao and Wang Zhize frantically cultivating, their bodies visibly growing stronger.

Simple, brutal, direct.

Li Hu understood instantly.

"Girl!" he barked, turning to the still‑dazed Zhang Mei, "Don't just stand there! Take stock! Grandfather ordered us to use these to feed the young masters, no matter the cost!"

Zhang Mei shuddered, snapped to attention, nodded frantically, and began preparing in a flurry.

Having done all that, Wang Shan's clear eyes turned to his two grandsons, especially Wang Zhize, who clung to the black jade slip with a deathly pale face.

This time, what was transmitted was no longer a simple image.

"Zhe'er, look with your heart, feel with your bloodline……"

A vaster, more complex, and more terrifying flood of information surged like a broken dam into Wang Zhize's sea of consciousness!

Buzz——!

Wang Zhize's face drained of color in an instant, his body went limp, and he nearly collapsed.

He "saw" it.

He saw a region indescribable in words—no light, no darkness, only countless twisted, irrational energies grinding and devouring each other, like an immense, slowly turning whirlwind that was crushing every "concept" that drew near.

This…… is the Whirlwind Trap Zone?

Next, deep within that zone, Wang Zhize "felt" a presence.

It had no form, no consciousness, and could not even be called a "living being"; it was merely a clump of energy, or the embodiment of some rule. Simply "feeling" its existence made Wang Zhize feel his very soul about to be torn apart and assimilated into it.

A fear springing from the deepest instinct of life made his whole body go cold, his teeth chattering.

"High‑dimensional…… energy entity……"

Wang Shan's hoarse, strained thought, like a candle flickering in a gale, came in broken bursts to Wang Zhize's mind.

"Beast Taming Sect……'s downfall……is not merely……counter‑devouring……"

Another scene unfolded.

It was an ancient sect ruin where countless powerful cultivators rode equally mighty spirit beasts; but one day they drew a strand of that "high‑dimensional energy" from a place similar to the Whirlwind Trap Zone.

Disaster struck.

They tried to harness that power, but were instantly corrupted; cultivators ceased to be human, spirit beasts ceased to be beasts. The backlash of the Ten Thousand Beasts Reversal technique was merely a trigger—the true destroyer was this incomprehensible, irresistible "contamination" from a higher dimension!

"So this is it…… so this is it!" Wang Zhize murmured dazedly, finally grasping the terrifying secret hidden behind his family's legacy.

What they faced was not merely a technique's backlash, but a horrifying entity capable of easily warping even a Golden Core cultivator into a monster!

"Zhe'er, what's wrong?" Wang Zhitao steadied his swaying brother and asked anxiously.

Wang Zhize's lips quivered, yet he could not utter a word; what he had seen far exceeded what someone his age could comprehend or describe.

Roar……

An irrepressible low growl rolled from Wang Shan's throat.

The hard‑won clarity in his eyes began to flicker violently, scarlet bleeding like ink dropped in clear water and rapidly spreading anew.

Time is running out!

The beast within him was about to break free!

Li Hu and Zhang Mei also sensed something amiss; they sped up their inventory, roughly dumping bottles and jars onto the ground as the glow of spirit stones and the scent of herbs instantly filled the small corner.

Although they didn't fully grasp what had happened, Wang Shan's desperate resolve to convey the information at any cost gave them an unprecedented sense of danger.

Wang Shan's massive frame shuddered again, this time more violently and painfully.

He could feel his rationality being ripped apart and devoured at breakneck speed; the urge to kill burned like molten lava across every nerve.

He had to make a final choice.

His gaze fell one last time on his two grandsons.

In that gaze there was no warning, no command—only a profound, weighty emotion.

He looked at Wang Zhitao, whose face was pallid from overactivating his bloodline power.

He looked at Wang Zhize, whose spirit was listless from bearing the immense information.

These two little fellows……

They are his continuation.

They are the hope of this family.

He exhausted his last trace of reason, imprinting a gentle thought separately deep into the two children's souls.

Live on……

Grandfather…… will guard you……

After doing all this, the last trace of humanity's light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

Roar——!!!

A beastly howl more violent and pure than any before echoed through the entire cave!

Crimson once again occupied everything.

But this time, the monster, once again dominated by bestial nature, had none of the previous chaos and disorder. It merely slowly, as heavily as a mountain peak, adjusted its posture, using its massive and indestructible body to block the entrance to the unknown depths more firmly.

It was no longer Wang Shan.

But it was grandfather.

A beast that now had attachments, a treasure to guard with its life.