We Really Can't...

Time slowly passed again. No one in this world could withstand the baptism of the river of time. In the blink of an eye, another two months passed, and only a few days remained until the so-called World's Number One Martial Dao Convention.

Many major events had occurred during this period, naturally revolving around Wang Chao. He had been traveling the world, gathering top experts, and claiming he would round up all the masters before the Martial Dao Convention.

He Heng disdained this idea. A dragon does not associate with snakes, and he disdained those so-called masters. At this point in this world, the number of people truly worthy of his attention would not exceed three. Or rather, in a one-on-one fight, he was already invincible.

However, this was not what He Heng sought. How could his gaze be confined to this small world devoid of any extraordinary power? His goal was the vast and boundless myriad worlds of the heavens, the infinite lands, and the immeasurable Great Dao.

He did not care about the gains and losses in the mortal world. Perhaps if he didn't have the demoness from the Crimson Fire Demonic Sect in the Great Heaven World as a major problem, he would have left this world long ago to explore more powerful realms.

But precisely because of the existence of that demoness, He Heng had to accumulate more power. He would use his origin to return, making his true body instantly stronger to ambush her.

He needed to comprehend more realms, break through in his mental domain, and step into the Human Law realm, where one was always at their peak. He would cultivate an overwhelming momentum, finally gathering it all for a single burst, and in his strongest state, break through the greatest tribulation on his path—the demoness. He was determined to kill her!

Thinking this, He Heng actually felt an urge to return to the Great Heaven World and fight the demoness to the death. This was caused by long-term accumulated psychological pressure. He had been holding this breath for twenty years, and it could erupt at any moment.

"I still need to be patient!" He Heng gently soothed his mind. Indeed, he was still a little short of the Human Law realm. The true Human Law realm had a boundless and vast state of mind, as majestic as the Heavenly Dao, neither rejoicing in external gains nor grieving in personal losses. How could such a situation arise?

"However, I am not far from that realm after all. Just a little bit more, a single catalyst." A sharp glint suddenly erupted in He Heng's eyes. After years of tempering and accumulation, his experiences across three lifetimes, totaling over a hundred years, had finally touched the threshold of the Human Law domain, and he could step into it at any moment.

"My catalyst lies in this Martial Dao Convention..." He Heng, a person of his caliber, had terrifying intuition. The slightest disturbance would cause him premonitions, and his senses were astonishing. He had a strong intuition about his own situation.

Of course, this was only effective in a small world like Dragon-Snake. It wouldn't be so reliable in the Great Heaven World. A realm like the Great Heaven World, where gods existed, had heavily obscured heavenly secrets, terrifying rules, and was tens of thousands of times larger than Earth, with countless living beings, generating even more immense karma. In such a place, someone like He Heng's premonitions wouldn't be very effective. At most, he could vaguely sense personal danger; he couldn't do anything else.

To perceive fortune and misfortune, and to observe the workings of heaven and earth in the Great Heaven World, one needed to achieve the realm of perceiving the true nature of the world. Such individuals could be called True Men, and they possessed the cultivation of the sect masters of major Mystic Sects.

It was said that upon reaching the True Person realm, one could perceive the truest domain of the world and comprehend the most fundamental mysteries. Thus, they could gradually verify these insights within themselves, achieving an immortal state of unity with heaven and earth. That would be the Pure Yang True Immortal.

True Men were also known as the Cave True Realm, having insight into all the true mysteries of the world and grasping the fundamentals. Therefore, they could even imitate heaven and earth, creating their own blessed lands. The strong could even perceive the mysteries of time and reverse-know the future.

Only such individuals could act without seeing or hearing in the Great Heaven World, sensing danger and avoiding it. However, even so, over countless years, countless True Men had perished. Heavenly will was like a knife, and the path of cultivation was to defy the heavens. Even those in the Cave True Realm could not escape the knife of heavenly will!

Therefore, a powerful world had its advantages, and a weak world also had its advantages. The Great Dao was neither full nor empty; it was fair and just. At the very least, in this world, as long as Wang Chao and others didn't court death, they basically wouldn't die and could live out their natural lifespans.

Unlike the strong in the Great Heaven World, even those as powerful as Pure Yang True Immortals, who were said to be immortal and eternal, existing with heaven and earth, and having the same body as the sun and moon, had fallen batch after batch over the eons. They mostly didn't die of old age but perished in tribulations, struck down by heavenly will.

"My goal is to transcend all of this and witness the final true form of the Great Dao," He Heng stated firmly.

Then, he continued... to bide his time! Well, he was accumulating strength, preparing for the Martial Dao Convention and the subsequent decisive battle with the female cultivator from the Crimson Red Demonic Sect.

Two days later, when he had accumulated to his peak, he emerged from seclusion. His spirit, energy, and mind had all reached an unprecedented limit. In terms of realm, he had achieved that state of "unity of heaven and man" that existed at all times, cultivating a momentum no less than Wang Chao's. This momentum would reach its zenith after he defeated everyone in the Martial Dao Convention!

Then, all He Heng needed to do was to carry this momentum back to the Great Heaven World and fight the demoness to the death. Between them, a life-and-death struggle was inevitable. He Heng believed that he would not be the one to fall in the end.

When He Heng came out, the first person he saw was, unexpectedly, a very familiar person—Yan Yuanyi.

"Hey, I was quite disappointed when I heard you didn't die at Wang Chao's hands," He Heng's mouth was still as foul as ever, and with one sentence, Yan Yuanyi couldn't help but want to beat this smiling guy to death.

"Don't look at me like that. I know I'm handsome, rich, and the best fighter in the world. It's normal for you to like me. Any woman who knows me for a long time will fall in love with me. You can be infatuated with me, but please stay away from me. We're really not suited for each other..." This statement from He Heng made Yan Yuanyi, whose cultivation of composure had improved and who had initially decided not to argue with him, jump up in anger.

"He Heng, can you stop being so narcissistic? You said any woman who knows you for a long time will fall in love with you. I believe that any woman who knows you for a long time will be unable to resist kicking you to death!" Yan Yuanyi shouted, showing signs of wanting to fight.

"Hey, calm down, calm down. I know women can't stay calm in front of me. I understand that, but the question is, do you even count as a woman?" He Heng continued further down the path of courting death, his figure appearing so desolate...

Yan Yuanyi: "@#$..."

After a farce, Yan Yuanyi looked at He Heng coldly: "You scoundrel, why do I always want to hit you every time I talk to you? Is it because my composure is too poor, or are you too punchable?"

"It's definitely the former," He Heng stated with absolute certainty without hesitation, his face showing no hint of a blush. Yan Yuanyi stared at him intently, her gaze filled with coldness, but... He Heng remained motionless!

Joke, he was a man who had practiced the Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt to the point of thickening his skin!

"Not bad, your skin is really thick." Finally, Yan Yuanyi reluctantly retreated.

"Alright, enough joking. Let's talk business." Yan Yuanyi suddenly became serious.

"Mm, speak," He Heng instantly shed all his playfulness, his expression filled with solemnity and gravity.

"Okay, you get serious so quickly. I really wonder which one is your true face," Yan Yuanyi remarked, observing He Heng's change in demeanor.

"Yuanyi, actually, in bed is the real me..." He Heng gazed at Yan Yuanyi with affectionate eyes.

"Get lost..." Yan Yuanyi shouted angrily. As expected, she shouldn't have believed this guy could be serious. That was definitely an illusion just now.

"Alas, the world laughs at my madness, and I laugh at their inability to see through it," He Heng shook his head, as if sighing.

Finally, Yan Yuanyi couldn't stand it anymore. Otherwise, even her recent experience of great fear and great tranquility would be disrupted by this guy. She directly said, "Enough, He Heng. Stop this. Tell me, what are your thoughts on this Martial Dao Convention?"

"What else can I think? The Martial Dao Convention, of course, is for fighting. Fight if you can win, admit defeat if you can't. What else do you want?" He Heng said casually.

"That makes sense," Yan Yuanyi agreed, then continued, "With your skills, you have a very high chance of winning this Martial Dao Convention. Aren't you going?"

"Who said I'm not going?" He Heng immediately jumped up and shouted, "I'm going to be the number one man in the world!"

"Mm!" Yan Yuanyi had just nodded when she heard his next sentence.

"The prize money is over a billion. How many years will that last me!"

Yan Yuanyi's face was immediately covered in black lines. Could this guy really do it? He didn't seem as reliable as Wang Chao at all.

"Besides the prize money, haven't you thought about the glory and status of being number one in the world?" Yan Yuanyi asked, unwilling to give up.

"Of course, I've thought about it. Being number one in the world, there should be quite a few beautiful girls offering themselves to me. But I'm a steadfast and devoted person, solely pursuing the Martial Dao, and I will never fall for them. Yuanyi, you don't need to think about it. There's no hope for us..." He Heng said very solemnly to Yan Yuanyi, his expression extremely serious.

Yan Yuanyi was stunned for a moment, lost in thought. What could you do against such an utterly thick-skinned guy with such incredible skills?

"What a pity. Why didn't I realize he was this kind of person when he was little? Otherwise, I would have spanked his butt until it was bruised back then," Yan Yuanyi lamented, momentarily forgetting the purpose of her visit to He Heng.

"Alas, a man as handsome, dashing, and gentle as jade as me, and the number one fighter in the world, which woman wouldn't be moved? Yuanyi, I understand your feelings, but my heart is already devoted to the Martial Dao and can no longer accommodate anything else!" With He Heng's final words, Yan Yuanyi collapsed on the spot, having never met such a shameless person!

PS: As I said before, these playful words are temporary. The slaughter you've been expecting is almost here...