"Actually, refusing wouldn’t be a big deal," Li Siyi knew this wasn’t part of the diary’s plot.
"You came to ask me—how could I refuse you?"
"Don’t make it sound like I’m guilt-tripping you."
"Between us, are we really that distant?"
It’s just a small favor—why not help?
"True. Then when we meet, let’s get closer."
Finally, Li Siyi ended the call. If she kept talking, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from asking Su Luo to bring her over.
Meanwhile, a simplified version of the special spirit stone crafting method was transmitted to Li Siyi.
Li Siyi steadied her emotions and returned to the room.
"Well?"
Everyone looked at her expectantly.
"It’s settled." Li Siyi wasn’t one to keep them in suspense and took out what Su Luo had given her.
The crowd gathered around, marveling.
"Divine—utterly divine. This is the work of a genius."
"I bow in defeat. My years have been wasted in comparison."
"If Su Luo has this kind of ability, and he really is from the demonic path… it’s unimaginable."
Just a glance was enough to inspire awe, and by now, not a shred of doubt remained.
As they delved deeper, their eyes filled with nothing but admiration.
Still, it was profound—mastering it would take time.
Without further delay, they focused on studying it, determined to learn quickly and begin production.
While some researched the special spirit stones, others prepared for the coming war.
Reaching the north wasn’t enough—they began moving toward the Northern Heavenly Gate in waves.
The Northern Heavenly Gate was to be both the first and last line of defense.
They couldn’t afford to let the beast tide breach it.
Incidentally, the earlier resource distribution had been… underwhelming. Not useless, but the improvements were marginal, at least for ordinary people.
But that wasn’t surprising.
By now, the Northern Heavenly Gate’s defenses were nearly complete.
Yet they kept refining, squeezing in every possible defensive measure.
The beast tide was already stirring.
Since the Beast Lord broke through to the Tribulation Phase, some time had passed—their attack couldn’t be far off.
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While humanity flourished, the beast tide suffered.
To rapidly increase their cultivation, they employed the Lifespan Sacrifice Method.
They burned their own lifespans to fuel their power.
The plan was to sacrifice half their lifespans for cultivation, reserving the other half to burn in battle for a sudden surge in strength.
The sacrifice wasn’t instantaneous—it was drawn out, each increment bringing agony and piercing screams.
Now, the beasts’ eyes were blood-red, teetering on the edge of frenzy.
The results were undeniable—their collective strength skyrocketed in a short time.
Yet, the Grand Priest still felt an ominous premonition.
It still didn’t feel enough to match humanity’s side.
At this moment, he recalled the person who had once forced him to use the altar for reincarnation—a figure of unfathomable depth.
He’d learned the name: Su Luo. But the deeds he uncovered didn’t match the man’s power.
Clearly, this was a human skilled in concealment.
Humanity wouldn’t be so easily crushed.
What else could boost their strength?
The Grand Priest racked his brain but found no answers.
Weapons and tools had long been stockpiled, prepared since the reigns of the previous two Beast Lords.
They lacked for nothing in that regard.
But treasures? That was beyond them. The beast tide had no talent for delicate craftsmanship.
They had some, but nowhere near humanity’s stockpile.
There was no time to make up the difference now.
As for strategy?
Wishful thinking. The beast tide fought by charging headlong.
Coordination was possible, but only under the command of rare, intelligent beasts.
Getting the rest to fight with any semblance of tactics? The Grand Priest’s head ached at the thought. Most beasts weren’t bright.
The Beast Lord, seeing his distress, shared his idea.
Having fully awakened his demon-god bloodline, he’d gained a secret art:
Bloodline Detonation.
With his awakening, the beast tide’s bloodlines had strengthened, and so had they.
Though the beast tide comprised many races, they were all of one lineage.
They resonated with the demon-god bloodline—this was their shared bond.
Conversely, the Beast Lord could manipulate this bloodline.
Bloodline Detonation triggered a devastating explosion—especially potent against those of weaker bloodlines.
If the beasts offered no resistance, the explosions would be even fiercer.
The Beast Lord planned to build an army of suicide bombers around this technique.
Not every beast had the courage or presence of mind to self-destruct before death.
Timing was crucial.
But with Bloodline Detonation, that worry vanished. Once gravely wounded, they’d explode automatically—no chance to resist.
The Grand Priest recognized the ruthlessness of this move—it burned bridges. But after careful consideration, he said, "Do it."
The Beast Lord nodded, sorrow creeping into his voice. "If we fail this time… I’ll be the beast tide’s greatest sinner."
With this method, grievous wounds meant instant death—no chance for rescue or healing.
"Beast Lord, this sin is shared. So we must win."
"Indeed."
The Beast Lord steeled himself. As their leader, he couldn’t show weakness.
He prepared to activate Bloodline Detonation, but first, he’d inform the beast tide.
Their cooperation was needed to maximize its power.
When the Beast Lord made his decree, the beast tide accepted without hesitation.
They were already staking their lives on this war.
Only the rank-and-file beasts would have Bloodline Detonation activated.
Those at the Void Comprehension stage and above could self-destruct manually. Their explosions might be slightly weaker, but they could choose the perfect moment—even detonating at full health if the opportunity arose.
Leopard Speed King watched the decisive Beast Lord with envy. "If I had half his confidence…"
Before becoming Beast Lord, he too had been fearless. But the higher his status, the more he had to weigh.
He’d grown cautious with time.
Lion Heart King reassured him, "If you reached the Tribulation Phase, you’d be just as confident."
In the end, it came down to strength.
"True."
They admired the current Beast Lord. At their level, those who advanced further stood far above the rest.
Now, the Beast Lord was leading them out of this cursed wasteland.
Their hearts burned with anticipation.
Besides, they were no longer Beast Lords. They could fight without restraint—unleash chaos without a second thought.

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