“So Can You Eat Me Now?” — The Two Kinds of Geniuses of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains

The bronze palace was grand and ancient, suffused with faint rosy light. No one knew in which epoch it had been forged, and its walls were carved with countless archaic patterns.

At this moment, streams of life essence were converging from all directions, evolving into one life symbol after another, all falling into the pool.

Immortal mist cascaded ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠down like the Milky Way, incomparably brilliant.

Chan Hongyi soaked her entire body within it, her dark hair spread loose, clinging tightly to her small face. She still wore the Zen Robe over her body, suppressing the terrifying baleful aura within her.

Those eyes, like black gemstones, kept staring toward the palace entrance.

Only when she saw Gu Changge stop there did she seem to relax.

Then she revealed a satisfied, happy smile.

As if, for her, simply being able to see Gu Changge was the most satisfying thing in the world.

She murmured for a while, “Shi... fu, Hongyi will definitely cultivate properly from now on. You must not... abandon me again...”

Apart from her eyes, the rest of her was submerged in the divine spring, so when she spoke, gurgling bubbles rose to the surface.

It was rather silly.

Weng!! Strands of life essence transformed into brilliant light, spreading a hazy radiance through the space, continuously converging toward Chan Hongyi’s body.

Those horrifying injuries were slowly healing.

Especially in her dazed eyes, a spark of spirit was gradually returning.

It seemed that as her body’s wounds healed, the trauma to her soul was also slowly recovering. Gu Changge stood at the bronze palace entrance, his black robes gently swaying, eyes slightly closed, sensing the rules of this place.

Back when he had taken Chan Hongyi away from Divine City, Gu Changge had deliberately avoided everyone and brought her to this Sanctuary of Resurrection he had prepared long ago.

This place held abundant scattered essence of heaven and earth, and even more from the fallen. The Boundary Marker Sea had once witnessed countless great battles, and the dead beings were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. Over endless years, the accumulated life essence was beyond counting.

After killing the War Immortal Li Xiu, he had, just in case, inscribed numerous Restrictions and Array Patterns here.

On one hand, he worried someone might notice and destroy this Sanctuary of Resurrection.

On the other hand, the Array Patterns here could be controlled by him.

If Chan Hongyi’s baleful aura flared up again, he could use the Array Patterns to seal her within. Of course, this was merely a deeper layer of consideration—unless absolutely necessary, there was no need for that step.

While Gu Changge was pondering, a fluctuation came from outside the ancient bronze palace. Ah Da’s figure appeared, a pitch-black treasure flask bobbing up and down in his hand, exuding a mighty devouring force.

“Young Master, it has been filled.”

He respectfully offered up the flask.

Gu Changge casually glanced at it and nodded. This was the Grand Flask condensed from Grand Runes, vast as an ocean within, yet now completely filled with endless life essence.

A sea of jade-green blood floated inside, transforming into crimson mist, incomparably hazy.

“Still not enough.”

“However, the life essence here has grown thin. Go to the borderlands where the two realms are fighting.” Gu Changge shook his head slightly. Black runes surfaced in his hand, condensing into a black Grand Flask, which he handed to Ah Da.

“Young Master, should we kill the cultivators and beings of this realm as well?”

Ah Da’s golden eyes showed some confusion as he asked respectfully.

“Kill them all the same.” Gu Changge nodded slightly, his expression without a ripple.

“Yes.”

Space blurred, a crack appeared, and Ah Da’s figure swiftly stepped into it, vanishing from sight.

Afterward, Gu Changge took the Grand Flask and walked into the palace.

Wisps of crimson smoke surged out from it, converging toward Chan Hongyi.

The already-thin life essence around them grew dense once more, as if floating in the void. Her face was somewhat dazed, her voice very soft. “Shi... shi...”

“What is it now?”

Gu Changge glanced at her, his hands never stopping.

Black Grand Runes fell into the pool.

At the same time, he tossed in some Heavenly Herbs steaming with rosy light—fruits like red agate, and translucent, sacred little trees gleaming with silver light.

“You... are you going to... boil me again like before?”

Chan Hongyi stared blankly at the divine spring gradually bubbling from the terrifying medicinal potency.

The water temperature kept rising, even emitting gudu gudu bubbles.

Amid the dense steam, her small face grew warm, a blush rising like rosy clouds.

However, this steam was refined from life essence and peerless Heavenly Herbs—every wisp contained life force astonishing to the extreme. Even the legendary Human Body Herbal Pill was nothing more than this.

“Boil you?”

Some memory fragments flashed through Gu Changge’s mind. He shook his head slightly and said, “That’s called Foundation Building and Tempering. How many times have I told you?”

“Oh... oh oh. It’s called Foundation Building and Tempering, Hongyi remembers now. Then Shifu, once I... once I’m cooked through, can you eat me?” Hongyi was still somewhat dazed; the term “Foundation Building and Tempering” felt very unfamiliar to her.

But she remembered another very important matter. Her eyes were like a deer’s, carrying some ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠carefulness, some joyful expectation, as she looked at Gu Changge.

“Eat you?”

Gu Changge raised an eyebrow and walked up to her, feeling that her dazed state really was somewhat serious.

Chan Hongyi nodded, her dazed expression rarely turning earnest, as if this matter was very, very important to her.

“Mmm... mhm, I’ve already grown up. If Shifu eats me, then I... I can marry Shifu.” She explained earnestly.

Gu Changge hadn’t expected that “eating her” meant this.

In his impression, Chan Hongyi’s personality was a bit straightforward, but never to this extent.

“Where did you hear such things?”

Gu Changge placed his hand on her head, his voice gradually softening.

“It... it was the... auntie at the foot of the mountain back then. I asked her when I could marry Shifu.”

“She said... unless Shifu eats me.”

Chan Hongyi’s voice was somewhat weak, her expression somewhat lost, as if earnestly trying to recall.

After saying this, she couldn’t help tugging at Gu Changge’s sleeve. “Shi... Shifu, can you please not kill that auntie?”

“Th-the auntie is a good person. She even taught me how to cook.”

“I... I want to cook for Shifu...”

In her memories, Gu Changge rarely let her come into contact with outsiders.

Many strangers who tried to approach her had been mercilessly killed by him.

Once, the young master of a hidden immortal clan had his entire clan exterminated by Gu Changge precisely because of this.

Gu Changge rubbed her head, his eyes calm, deep and waveless. “Focus on healing.”

“Mmm... mmm...”

Chan Hongyi nodded very obediently.

For the next several days, the bronze palace was filled with a faint crimson mist.

Gu Changge, meanwhile, kept an eye on news from the outside world, having his subordinates relay reports to him.

What interested him most was that many sects and powers were speculating about his life or death.

Some said he had seemingly fallen; others said he had been taken away by the demoness in red. Rumors flew everywhere.

The Demon Slaying Event in Divine City this time could be said to have shaken the entire Beyond.

Far too many supreme experts had died, and those who escaped were grievously wounded, needing a very long time to recover. The ancient monks of Buddhist Mountain in particular had died tragically within, leaving no survivors.

Whether the younger generation or the older generation, everyone paid close attention to him, wanting to know for certain whether he lived or died.

For Gu Changge, this actually had little impact. He had no need to feign death to deceive his enemies—the current Beyond had no enemies that required him to go that far.

His main concern was still Chan Hongyi. She was a ticking time bomb, very difficult to control, and the eruption of her baleful aura was unstable—she could at any moment become what she had been back in Divine City.

Moreover, as her injuries healed, her strength would only grow more terrifying. Gu Changge had examined her wounds; her recovery was less than one percent of her peak.

From the looks of it now, the only option was to first stabilize her soul, then plan for everything else.

The Beyond was no longer like the epochs of old; lacking immortal substances, it was very difficult to let Chan Hongyi fully recover.

In her current state, she was manageable when dazed, but once she fell into slaughter, suppressing her would be a hundred times harder than before.

During this period, as Chan Hongyi’s injuries recovered, it meant her strength when consumed by slaughter would only become more terrifying.

Still, just in case, Gu Changge laid down other contingencies, lest he have no means to suppress her when the time came.

Several days later, the life essence within a million miles of the Sanctuary of Resurrection had been completely drained. The faint blood-colored glow that once floated over the Boundary Marker Sea had dispersed; for it to gather again would take at least tens of millions of years.

Only then did Gu Changge take Chan Hongyi and leave this place. However, her whereabouts could not yet be known to the outside world.

So after some thought, Gu Changge tossed her into his inner universe.

For now, he did not plan to return to the Gu Family—there were still some matters to handle on the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains. According to Ah Da’s report, another Fortuitous One, Chu Hao, had recently appeared near the Boundary Marker Sea, attempting to break into the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains. Gu Changge estimated that after dealing with Chu Hao, his cultivation should be able to break through to the Quasi-Nirvana Realm.

As time passed, the All-Repelling Force above the Boundary Marker Sea grew ever thinner, causing more and more powers to arrive here.

A massive black expanse of dark clouds swept across from high above, shaking the Heavenly Palace.

Those were Ancient Battleships, vast and boundless, densely packed with experts standing upon them, divine light wreathing their bodies, their radiance brilliant. Although supreme experts found it difficult to cross over, requiring a great price to be paid,

for the younger generation, it was an incomparably suitable trial opportunity.

Nearly every immortal sect and supreme orthodoxy, including the Immortal Gu Family, had long since sent their younger generation here, to head to the borderlands and fight the younger generation of the other side.

The last time Gu Changge manifested through his Faith Dharma Body, it had been a microcosm of one such battlefield.

Crossing the Boundary Marker Sea was very difficult for other supreme experts, but for Gu Changge, who was proficient in the Source of space, it was like walking on flat ground. Though there were many perilous places along the way, they could hardly harm him now.

Gu Changge’s robes fluttered, his face calm and waveless, treading upon the waves of the Boundary Marker Sea as if an invisible golden Great Dao stretched out beneath his feet, directly suppressing the mighty, heavy force rising from below. His speed was tremendous—almost in an instant, he appeared tens of thousands of miles away. But soon, he noticed a Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon amid the giant waves ahead, wreathed in black light, incomparably ferocious and terrifying, like a towering island lying across the sea. It lived within the Boundary Marker Sea, unafraid of the mighty pressure here, its body covered in dense black-green scales, as sturdy as immortal divine metal. When this Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon noticed Gu Changge’s gaze, it first bared a ferocious expression, attempting to pounce and kill him. But

the very next moment, when a terrifying, boundless, sky-flooding pressure swept toward it, it trembled in terror, its soul nearly scared out of its body, desperately burrowing toward the depths of the Boundary Marker Sea. “Sacred Emperor Realm strength—perfect, I happen to need a mount.”

Gu Changge nodded slightly and, unhurriedly, strode toward it.

At this moment, on the shore of the Boundary Marker Sea in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, lay a desolate, boundless yellow desert.

Endless rolling yellow sand drowned the world, with withered bones occasionally revealed.

Countless supreme experts of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had died here in battle, all perishing tragically while resisting the Beyond’s invasion. Buried by wind and sand for years, their bones remained incorruptible, radiating a faint white glow.

Stretches of barren mountains and ridges spread across this land; some peaks were fantastically shaped, gleaming with light, divine radiance coiling about them. Some wild forests lay across the land, shrouded in thick miasma and Mists of Chaos.

From time to time, ferocious beasts as large as mountains could be seen crossing the sky and landing on the ground.

In some places were even War Forts cast by the experts of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains in the earliest days, each as large as a star. But they had long since been destroyed, fallen from the heavens, leaving behind terrifying giant craters.

Seen from high above, this place was scarred and riddled with the marks of battles past. This was a perilous land, vast and magnificent, with yellow sand rolling endlessly.

Yet there was a very unusual sight hidden in its depths—a group of people trekking through this place.

Ancient trees that seemed long withered, looking as if all vitality had died out,

still remained rooted and growing, with many black fierce birds nesting in them, their eyes like cold blades, piercing through the air with chi la sounds.

This trekking group was very cautious, and not small in number—there were Humans as well as other races, twenty or thirty in total.

Most had young faces, but there were also many elders, precious light flickering about their bodies, their strength quite terrifying. “They fought to a standstill, and ended up blasting open a Mysterious Space. It is said an Absolute Being of our realm named Tai Shang

once fought the Spirit Gourd Master here.

”In the end, both perished from exhaustion, but their inheritances and many relics, including their artifacts, all remained here.

“However, that Mysterious Space is very strange—it only manifests when terrifying battle fluctuations occur nearby. Otherwise, we would never be able to find the entrance.”

Among the traveling group, a young woman spoke. She was tall and graceful, her long hair fine and smooth, dark green in color—even her eyes were dark green. Her features were stunningly beautiful, a rare, city-toppling beauty.

Her whole body exuded a plant-like freshness that gave others a sense of peace. Many of the young men looked at her with admiration in their eyes.

The woman was named Lu Luo, from an ancient race of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, with the blood of an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ancient life deity flowing in her veins, close to nature.

All manner of nature-based techniques came to her effortlessly, without the slightest hindrance. She was also an extremely famous goddess among the younger generation of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, with no shortage of suitors.

“If not for this war between the two realms, whose aftershocks reached this place, this Mysterious Space probably wouldn’t have revealed itself.

It just so happens to work in our favor.” Hearing Lu Luo’s words, the other young men and women all nodded, their eyes flickering with spirit, an aura entirely different from that of the Beyond surfacing about them.

On this side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, their statuses were not low; the families and powers behind them were ancient, and they knew many secrets.

That was why, after discussing it, they had come together to explore this Mysterious Space. “We must not be careless. Since we can know about this Mysterious Space, those people on the other side may well know of it too.”

At this moment, another man in black, his face somewhat youthful, spoke. His hair was very long, his features not particularly handsome, his build not very tall—even somewhat thin.

Yet he possessed a quality that was hard to ignore, his eyes gleaming with spirit. His palms were covered with faint dragon scales, his knuckles large, with calluses in places—clearly he frequently practiced all kinds of techniques and moves.

Steady and composed, calm and natural, unflustered in all matters. “Since Brother Lin says so, we will naturally be careful.”

Hearing this, the other young men and women all grew solemn, clearly holding a kind of reverence for the man before them.

Even a goddess like Lu Luo couldn’t help but show admiration in her eyes.

The man was named Lin Wu, from the ancient and mysterious Blood Dragon Clan, a legendary genius of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.

His brilliance was dazzling, considered one of the invincible figures of the younger generation. Lin Wu’s origins could only be called ordinary—he was even born to a Concubine of the Lin Clan.

Had the Lin Family head not been momentarily foolish and reckless in his cups back then, there likely would be no Lin Wu today.

Before the age of thirteen, Lin Wu showed nothing remarkable, even lagging far behind his peers, receiving no attention from his family whatsoever.

But at thirteen, when he awakened the Dragon Blood of the Lin Clan, his terrifying talent finally revealed itself, shocking all directions.

Like a treasured sword honed for over a decade, he displayed dazzling, resplendent brilliance. Just how terrifying was Lin Wu’s talent?

There was nothing in this world he could not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠learn.

No matter how obscure and difficult a technique or move, he could reach perfection—mastery of the highest degree—in an extremely short time.

To put it in one sentence: the geniuses of the world come in two kinds—one kind is Lin Wu, and the other kind is everyone else.

Despite falling behind his peers by over a decade, Lin Wu still caught up from behind, becoming a dazzling, invincible existence of his generation—nothing short of a miracle.

However, Lin Wu’s terror lay in his talent. The current Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was like a golden age, long accumulated and now erupting, with all kinds of terrifying monstrosities emerging into the world.

Stars of a chaotic era vied in brilliance—even Lin Wu could only be counted as one among them. “I just wonder how great our chances of victory are in this war. They say something went wrong on that side, otherwise even more experts would have come to kill us...”

As if thinking of something, the goddess Lu Luo sighed softly, her expression somewhat bitter and helpless, carrying a deep sense of dejection and fear.

When the other side was mentioned, hatred and fury surfaced in nearly everyone’s eyes. This was not the first time the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had suffered invasion—such things had happened countless times since antiquity.

The many ruined War Forts on the shore of the Boundary Marker Sea today were the result of battles over these endless years.

Soon, the group once again cautiously pressed forward, avoiding the many fierce beasts of this place.

The goddess Lu Luo, seeing that Lin Wu seemed somewhat preoccupied, couldn’t help asking, “Lin Wu, are you still thinking about what happened before?”

Lin Wu nodded in silence. “He died without shame, worthy of your clan’s name of Blood Dragon War God. He never yielded either—he died a hero.”

She knew that Lin Wu and his older brother Lin Qingyang had shared a deep bond. She sighed.

But some time ago, on the battlefield, Lin Qingyang had been fighting a young being and was on the verge of killing his opponent when an incomparably terrifying existence behind that opponent smacked him to death.

Along with him, an Ancestor of the Lin Clan also died tragically on the spot, collapsing into a mist of blood, leaving no trace behind. This matter had left Lin Wu furious for a long time, his hatred nearly burning his eyes red.