New Life

The cultivation base and essence blood of those slain low-level cultivators were greedily devoured by the crimson giant sword, transformed into nourishment, and continuously fed back into Lu Qiancha’s body.

Her aura climbed steadily, like an ignited flame.

Integration… Mahayana… Tribulation Transcendence…

Every step of crossing a realm was taken on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Power was skyrocketing.

Reason was completely burned to ashes.

“Die! All of you, go to hell!”

In her eyes, the world was a crimson hell; only destruction, only destruction.

“Whoosh—!”

Just as this killing frenzy reached its peak, a small ice crystal sword, condensed with ten thousand chills, as thin as ox hair but sharp enough to freeze the soul, was like the most insidious viper.

It broke through the air from the sky full of blood rain without warning.

Stabbing straight at Lu Qiancha’s back.

“Clang—!”

A piercing sound of metal clashing. Lu Qiancha seemed to have predicted it; the crimson giant sword in her hand slashed back at a strange angle to block, sending ice shards flying.

She slowly raised her head, her blue eyes finally withdrawing from the endless slaughter, fixed dead on Gan Tang, who was suspended in mid-air, her pink and blue dress fluttering in the blood rain, her expression indifferent like a god looking down on ants.

“You too… go to hell…”

Lu Qiancha’s voice was low and hoarse, her eyes full of madness.

As her voice fell!

An ice wolf statue emitting an ancient chill suddenly appeared in her paw.

Pure spiritual energy, like a flood from a broken dam, poured into it frantically.

“Boom—!”

The statue burst with a dark light, and a phantom wolf claw, as huge as a small mountain, tore through space. Wrapped in a terrifying power that froze the void and crushed all things, it smashed ruthlessly onto Gan Tang’s tiny body.

“Pfft—!”

The pink and blue figure in the air froze violently, like a mosquito swat by a giant force.

Immediately, she spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

Her body fell straight down like a kite with a broken string, smashing into the muddy ground below.

The rain fell harder and harder.

The battlefield was dead silent.

Broken limbs and severed arms, blood flowing enough to float a shield.

The only one still standing was a lonely figure supporting herself with that crimson giant sword.

Lu Qiancha’s hollow eyes looked blankly towards the horizon, where the last ray of the setting sun was finally completely swallowed by the boundless blood color.

Heh…

She was, after all, alone again.

The heavy giant sword, deeply inserted into the bloody mud beneath her feet, became the only fulcrum she could rely on.

“Qianbao! Qianbao!”

Several anxious calls, clear as if ringing in her ears… like stones thrown into a stagnant pool, suddenly broke this deathly void.

‘Who is it?’

Lu Qiancha’s unfocused eyes numbly swept over the corpse-strewn, empty battlefield.

‘Hallucination?’

‘Is this a dying hallucination…?’

“Wake up! Little one, stop sleeping!”

Another voice, carrying penetrating power, sounded again.

No, it wasn’t a hallucination.

Lu Qiancha was very certain.

She looked inside her sea of consciousness, looking towards the source of the voice.

Her gaze penetrated layers of chaos, and she saw—the giant sword penetrating her sea of consciousness from top to bottom let out a burst of sword hums.

Finally condensing into a woman with black hair and red eyes.

“Om!”

The moment her gaze touched the woman.

An irresistible, majestic suction force exploded.

Her will was forcibly dragged into the depths of her sea of consciousness.

Can Xin’s figure before her emitted an ancient, boundless demonic qi.

And beside her, her heart demon, Chacha, stood quietly.

Her expression was no longer the soft, cute, and obedient look of the past; her face was interwoven with deep reminiscence and an indescribable trance.

“Qianbao, you’re here…”

Chacha’s voice called softly, carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling.

“Chacha, that just now… was your memory, right?”

Lu Qiancha looked at this “self” who had the same face but carried a different past with complex eyes. She spoke slowly, her tone heavy.

Chacha was silent for a moment, nodded gently, then shook her head slowly: “Before you held the sword and charged at the Tianyuan Sect people, those were all my memories.”

“…”

Lu Qiancha fell silent. Looking at the complex, unspeakable expression on Chacha’s face, her lips moved, but in the end, she couldn’t utter a single word.

“Thank you.”

Chacha suddenly raised her head and gave Lu Qiancha an unusually sweet smile.

“Thank me?”

Lu Qiancha was stunned, genuine confusion in her eyes.

“Mm, thank you for helping me kill my enemy… even if it was just in an illusion.”

Chacha nodded vigorously, the smile still on her face, but the depths of her eyes were full of sorrow.

Lu Qiancha’s heart felt as if it had been fiercely pinched by something.

She pursed her lips tight, her voice dry as she asked softly, “…Couldn’t you kill them back then?”

“I didn’t have power like yours.” Chacha’s gaze cast toward that illusory battlefield, “Nor did I have the statue you threw at the end.”

“Even less…” Her voice lowered, carrying endless melancholy and a trace of deep-buried resentment, “…the moment to personally knock her into the dust…”

Lu Qiancha looked at Chacha’s complex expression of sorrow and relief, her heart moved, but in the end, it just turned into a soft sigh. She subconsciously reached out and stroked Chacha’s soft head.

“D-Don’t touch…” Chacha retreated a small step as if frightened, two unnatural blushes floating on her cheeks, her voice a little embarrassed, “…Being touched by myself feels so weird…”

Just as Lu Qiancha was about to speak, Can Xin, who was standing aside, spoke with a trace of imperceptible gravity: “This Monarch advises you not to whisper anymore.

“Although that full-power strike comparable to a Golden Immortal just now luckily tore the law barrier of this illusion, that barrier is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Run quickly, this Monarch doesn’t want to rot in here with you two.”

Although Can Xin’s words were a bit harsh, loyal advice jars the ear. It made Lu Qiancha’s heart tighten, and she immediately condensed her spiritual thought, trying to withdraw her consciousness from the sea of consciousness and regain control of her body.

However—

“Thud!”

A tough and cold invisible barrier, like a cage, ruthlessly knocked her spiritual sense back to its original place.

“?”

Lu Qiancha frowned tightly. Could the core area of this secret realm even seal the sea of consciousness?

“Can’t get out?”

Chacha’s voice carried a trace of understanding and a faint, bitter apology: “That is probably because of my existence.”

Lu Qiancha turned to look at the pink figure exactly like herself, a抹 doubt on her small face.

“Having recovered my memories, I am no longer merely a heart demon disturbing the Dao heart.”

Chacha pursed her small lips tight, as if making up her mind, and finally sighed faintly: “Instead, I have become a Heart Tribulation blocking your Dao path, trapping your true spirit, wishing to lock you forever in the prison of the heart.”

She raised her head, her gaze clear but resolute: “If the Heart Tribulation is not broken, the spiritual platform becomes a cage; don’t even think about stepping out an inch.”

“Act quickly!” Chacha urged rapidly, with unquestionable urgency, “While the barrier hasn’t completely closed, cut me down and break the tribulation to get out!

“Otherwise, once the illusion finishes repairing, everything will be too late!”

“This…”

Lu Qiancha was struck by lightning, stunned on the spot. Her thoughts raced, and she said urgently: “No! There must be another way! To resolve the Heart Tribulation without needing…”

Cutting the heart demon would damage the foundation, basically tantamount to destroying her future path.

Most importantly… she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“Time is short, Qianbao, what are you still hesitating for!” Chacha interrupted anxiously, her tone almost pleading.

“Noisy!”

Can Xin said impatiently, “In this Monarch’s view, why struggle? Since you are born from the same source, then fight. Whoever wins, we listen to.”

“…Alright.” Hearing this, the last trace of hesitation in Chacha’s eyes completely dissipated, and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face.

She locked onto Lu Qiancha with burning eyes: “Then, Qianbao. Let me verify for the last time just how much the ‘me’ of another possibility weighs!”

Lu Qiancha: “?”

‘Wait? Why did no one ask for my opinion?!’

Lu Qiancha’s words were still in her brain, unspoken, when Chacha’s figure turned into a fierce pink light, wrapped in obsession from the depths of memory, lunging straight at Lu Qiancha’s face.

Helpless, Lu Qiancha had no choice but to raise her delicate little paw, identical to her opponent’s, to meet it.

In an instant.

The two were like black and white fish in a Bagua diagram, moving, fighting, head to tail, chasing endlessly.

Gradually, from the collision of those two fiercely entangled, indistinguishable figures, waves of wondrous resonance came.

“Om!”

Like mirror images, the two pressed their palms together, and a burst of chaotic brilliance exploded between them.

The two, born from one source, now returned to a clear silvery white.

When the light dissipated, in the sea of consciousness stood a Lu Qiancha standing quietly with her eyes closed, her aura perfectly rounded. Beside her, a faintly discernible pale pink figure was looking at her gently.

Lu Qiancha opened her blue eyes. Her aura hadn’t changed much, except for an added touch of killing intent that seemed both present and absent.