"I knew long ago that you didn't truly want to kill me. You only wanted to borrow my hand to kill yourself!" Luo Yunji's tone was heavy, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Wuluo, off to the side, failed to understand their exchange for a moment.
"Among all weapons, the staff is the most peaceful. It represents discipline and guidance, and staff techniques are also known as arts that do not kill..."
"Why go this far? We could have thought of a way together! As long as you're alive, there's always hope!"
Luo Yunji's voice carried a deep reluctance and regret, along with a trace of self-deception.
The Beast God smiled and gently shook his head. "Linglong sacrificed her life ten thousand years ago for all living beings under heaven to seal me away, and I was destined to become their nightmare as long as I did not die. Since that is the case, why shouldn't I destroy this world? Now no one even remembers Linglong, who died for all living beings. Letting them live truly displeased me."
"Since I was going to be enemies with all living beings anyway, why wouldn't I choose a method I liked?"
So the Beast God had long had a tendency toward self-destruction.
"But... the living beings Linglong gave up her life to protect—I actually killed so many of them! That was why I always hoped someone could stop me. Fortunately, that person was you! For that... I'm very happy!"
Luo Yunji looked at the Beast God's eyes slowly closing, and his heart was a jumble of emotions.
"Don't sleep yet! You still haven't taught me the art of regenerating flesh and blood!" Luo Yunji laboriously lifted his hand and gently pushed the Beast God.
"Stop messing around! I'm so tired! I want to sleep