Beast Taming Sect, Beast God Hall.
"This way, please."
He Muye opened a secret door, warmly inviting Lu Ze and Nangong Yuan.
The three arrived at a hidden cave.
A hornless dragon, transparent as glazed crystal, was curled up, its eyes tightly shut.
Dark, murky impurities roamed within its translucent body.
"This is the Sect Guardian Beast of our Beast Taming Sect from ancient times..."
He Muye stepped forward with immense sorrow, caressing the beast's whiskers and horns.
"Taixu Mengchi."
...
Taixu Mengchi was the only immortal beast in the world.
During the ancient war between righteousness and demonic forces, it was this very Taixu Mengchi of the Beast Taming Sect that controlled worldly spirit beasts to fend off demonic cultivators, buying time for the development of the five great sects.
To break the beast tide's offensive, the demonic path employed countless sinister schemes, plunging Taixu Mengchi into danger and forcing it into a deep slumber.
"Had Taixu Mengchi not been severely weakened, my Beast Taming Sect would have been the sixth great sect..."
He Muye sighed, reminiscing about the past.
"After a thousand years of recuperation, Taixu Mengchi has only worsened. Yet even so, the Beast Taming Sect should not have fallen to such obscurity."
His fists clenched unconsciously, his gaze filled with resentment.
"Damn demon cultivators! They didn't just put Taixu Mengchi to sleep—they implanted a 'heart demon' within it!"
He Muye continued his account.
The methods of the demon cultivators were utterly merciless.
They captured spirit beasts, suppressed and tortured them with malevolent techniques, then condensed that consciousness using spells, creating a beast soul brimming with intense resentment.
In that battle, Taixu Mengchi wasn't forced into slumber solely by injuries—two souls were locked in a struggle for control of its body.
Taixu Mengchi had formed a contract with the Beast Taming Sect, becoming the lord of all its beasts.
Now that Taixu Mengchi was damaged, all beasts had declined.
Most critically, that resentful soul was growing stronger, and each time it appeared, it would erode the essence of the sect's generations of spirit beasts.
Thus, the spirit beasts weakened and even went extinct.
The Beast Taming Sect's fortune also waned with each passing day.
"Each time Mengchi's soul weakens, its body shrinks a little..."
He Muye's eyes were filled with sorrow, looking at Taixu Mengchi, now about the size of a farm cat or dog.
Clearly, its fate was nearing its end.
"You want me to extend its life? But illusions can't heal sickness or save lives."
Lu Ze frowned, pointing at Taixu Mengchi, whose body was still contracting.
"Not exactly."
He Muye shook his head.
"Taixu Mengchi undergoes a cycle once every three thousand years, never truly perishing through eternity... It has now lived for four thousand three hundred years, sustained solely by heavenly treasures and formations."
"As long as that evil soul exists, Taixu Mengchi cannot die... Once its soul is exhausted, its body will be taken over by that beast soul. Then, every spirit beast of our sect will be utterly wiped out!"
"But Taixu Mengchi's soul is on the verge of burning out..."
Seeing He Muye's anguish, Lu Ze nodded thoughtfully.
"So, Sect Leader He, you want me to create an illusion to seal away that evil soul?"
He Muye nodded eagerly: "Exactly! That's the idea!"
"Then why create new spirit beasts and a new world?"
Lu Ze asked again, puzzled.
He had overheard most of the conversation between White Crane and He Muye and was quite curious.
"Because the resentment must be transferred..."
He Muye said seriously.
"For it to remain within the illusion, two conditions must be met—"
"First, the illusion must center on spirit beasts."
"Second, it must be entirely different from the real Tianxuan continent—essentially a brand new realm."
"Only then can the curse embedded in that evil soul, which erodes the world's spirit beasts, be completely shifted."
After hearing He Muye's explanation, Lu Ze and Nangong Yuan exchanged glances.
This requirement...
Why did it sound so familiar?
It was almost identical to the demands made by the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao, only easier in difficulty.
"I see. I understand the requirements. I’ll give it a try."
A few options had already flashed through Lu Ze's mind, and he spoke with confidence.
"Really? Then I will devote my old life to buy Taixu Mengchi another month of life!"
He Muye's face was filled with determination.
"There's no need to go that far... Just live normally."
Lu Ze waved his hand hastily, smiling.
"I don't think it will take half a month to complete the illusion."
For others, creating a new world dominated by spirit beasts, along with countless new beings, would be an arduous task.
But for Lu Ze, it was a piece of cake.
After all, others had never seen what he had seen in his past life!
New spirit beasts?
Just throw in a Pikachu, and you'd blow their minds, buddy!
Besides Pokémon, there were Palworld, Digimon...
With the wisdom of countless masters from his past life at his fingertips, this kind of illusion posed no challenge for Lu Ze!
"By the way, does your sect have any Taixu Soul Crystals? If possible, I’d be willing to trade other valuables for one."
Lu Ze abruptly asked.
His divine sense hadn’t fully strengthened yet.
He could still absorb two more Taixu Soul Crystals.
Since he knew the Beast Taming Sect had them, he had to find a way to get another one.
"About that... Lu Zhenchuan, please don't be upset. Currently, the sect has none. But if you can help our sect get through this crisis, we will have one."
He Muye looked troubled.
"Each time Taixu Mengchi enters a cycle of reincarnation, its body transforms into a Taixu Soul Crystal... So if Lu Zhenchuan is willing to help Taixu Mengchi re-enter the cycle, that crystal is yours."
"I see. I understand."
Lu Ze was not annoyed.
Taixu Soul Crystals were hard to find, and now that he had a lead, it was better than searching blindly in the vast unknown.
"By the way, you said after Taixu Mengchi is reborn, is there any chance it could die young or perish prematurely?"
At this, Nangong Yuan’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open as wide as an egg.
He doubted for the umpteenth time whether he had taken in a demonic cultivator as his true disciple...
"...Lu Zhenchuan, you jest. A Taixu Soul Crystal must nourish for at least a thousand years before it can take form."
He Muye gasped sharply, quickly explaining.
"Ah? Haha... Don't overthink it! I was just asking. How could I possibly think about something like that? Haha..."
Lu Ze laughed it off.
"Rest assured, leave the illusion to me!"
Just then, the system's voice, long absent, chimed in his mind:
[Detected that the Beast Taming Sect's guardian beast is about to fall, plunging all spirit beasts in the world into turmoil...]
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
