Beast Lord, This Side is Quite Tricky

The immortal had no time to wait for Li Siyi to space out. "Let’s get back to the main topic."

Li Siyi replied, "What main topic? Honestly, is this really worth your personal appearance, Immortal?"

Truthfully, Li Siyi couldn’t sense the protective spell Su Luo had cast on her.

"Just curiosity. Those with such techniques are rare, especially in this era where so much time has passed."

This immortal was merely a remnant of a soul, left behind solely to pass on his legacy.

He continued, "Where is this person now? If he were to come, I might just bestow my inheritance upon him."

This was also one of the reasons he had appeared.

Li Siyi pondered for a moment before answering.

"He won’t come. I doubt he’d be interested in your inheritance."

"Really? I don’t believe it."

How could anyone refuse an immortal’s legacy? He couldn’t fathom that someone capable of crafting such an intricate spell would lack interest in further advancement.

"It’s true."

"Ah, if I weren’t just a remnant, I’d drag him here to ask if he’s truly uninterested. But as it stands, if he won’t come, so be it."

Confined to the secret realm, he had no choice but to let it go.

As for forcing Su Luo to appear by trapping Li Siyi in the realm—such underhanded methods were beneath him.

He wasn’t so desperate as to beg for a disciple.

"Since the inheritance isn’t meant for me, I’ll take my leave now."

Li Siyi thought to herself. She had explored most of the secret realm—time to leave. Outside, the battle had likely already begun.

It was inevitable. She knew the course of events but lacked the power to change them.

There was no reason to draw more people to this savage land—it would only lead to more deaths.

The immortal, however, spoke again. "Though the inheritance isn’t for you, it wouldn’t be right to send you away empty-handed after meeting me."

Even immortals had their pride.

With a wave of his hand, a sword materialized before Li Siyi.

"This sword can only be used once, but its power is considerable. Use it wisely."

Li Siyi examined the unremarkable-looking blade. She wasn’t skeptical, but she wondered—was this the "immortal’s strike" mentioned in Su Luo’s diary?

"Is something the matter? Do you have doubts?"

"Is this… an artifact imbued with your power?"

"No, just an ordinary treasure. An artifact carrying my strength is reserved for my successor—to safeguard their life once."

Otherwise, what tragedy it would be if the heir died before reaching their potential.

"Understood. Thank you, Senior."

Without further ado, Li Siyi accepted the gift.

The immortal said no more and vanished. He sensed another in the secret realm—one fit for his legacy.

......

When Li Siyi emerged from the secret realm, chaos reigned outside.

Humans had formed a defensive circle around the realm’s entrance, while hordes of demonic beasts pressed in from all sides.

Without hesitation, she activated the sword gifted by the immortal.

Now was the critical moment. She aimed it at the densest cluster of beasts and unleashed its power.

The sword soared, expanding in size as it radiated overwhelming energy.

Li Siyi found she could control it effortlessly.

She swung it without restraint.

The spiritual energy within the blade was immense—comparable to a Mahayana cultivator’s might.

A single slash felled over a thousand beasts.

And it seemed there were still a few strikes left.

Li Siyi continued her assault.

But the demonic beast horde quickly reacted.

A dozen beast kings lunged to intercept the sword, gripping it with all their might.

Their faces flushed with exertion as they barely managed to restrain it.

Li Siyi acted decisively. She triggered the sword’s remaining energy in a massive explosion.

Ten beast kings perished instantly; the survivors were either dead or grievously wounded.

Countless lesser beasts were caught in the blast.

The human forces breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Li Siyi couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the result.

"So this is what he calls an ‘ordinary treasure.’"

The power of an immortal’s "ordinary" artifact was something she wouldn’t match for years.

Had the beasts reacted slower, even more could have been slaughtered.

"Li Siyi, do you have any more of those?"

"That was incredible! We’ve bought some time."

"Don’t let your guard down. More beasts are coming."

The others chimed in.

Li Siyi shook her head. "That’s all I got from the secret realm."

With that, she joined the frontline against the encroaching horde.

Meanwhile, the Grand Priest struggled to hold his own against Di Haoran’s onslaught.

A quick glance around revealed a dire situation.

They might wipe out the humans here, but the cost would be too high.

Worse, he had no confidence in eliminating the Mahayana cultivators. The others’ deaths mattered little—what truly counted was felling the Mahayana experts.

With the Beast Lord absent, pinning them down was nearly impossible.

Beast Lord, what are you doing?

Why hasn’t your battle concluded yet?

The Grand Priest couldn’t fathom why the Beast Lord was still occupied.

"Distracted while facing me? How disrespectful."

Di Haoran’s Demon-Slaying Sword Art cleaved through the air, dimming the heavens.

The Grand Priest snorted. His hands wove a formidable barrier, perfectly deflecting the strike.

"You’re already dead men. I truly look down on you."

Empty bravado. He dared not underestimate Di Haoran—doing so risked a crippling blow.

Their fierce duel resumed.

Elsewhere, Nangong Xiyun still fought one against two.

But she had begun gaining the upper hand.

Despite recent power boosts and the totem altar’s enhancements, General Qingyi and General Chilin were no match for her.

They gritted their teeth, refusing to fall easily.

If they died, who could stop Nangong Xiyun?

Yet fate cared little for their resolve.

Nangong Xiyun severed one of General Qingyi’s arms with a single stroke, then dealt a devastating blow to General Chilin.

Seizing the opening, she unleashed a wide-range attack on the surrounding beasts.

Casualties mounted instantly.

The two generals desperately reengaged, fighting like their lives depended on it.

They couldn’t afford to let her strike the horde again.

The other two human Mahayana cultivators carved through the beast kings.

But the demonic horde wasn’t helpless. Their sheer numbers and the totem altar’s buffs allowed some peak Void Refinement beasts to temporarily rival Mahayana strength.

Still, the beasts’ situation was grim.

Losses were staggering.

The Grand Priest’s expression darkened. His senses told him reinforcements wouldn’t arrive soon.

At this rate, sacrifices would be in vain.

For the sake of future plans—large-scale assaults on humanity—he couldn’t allow this.

Reluctantly, the Grand Priest sent an urgent plea to the Beast Lord.

"Beast Lord, the situation here is critical. Prioritize this battle and come at once."

His tone was frantic.