# 886
Chapter 887: Adaptability
Upon hearing these words, Lin Qiye's brow furrowed slightly.
The gatekeeper on the Moon?
Only the Seraph Michael, who was on the Moon and possessed the 【Mortal Divine Realm】, could it be... But why did Chen Yangrong refer to Him as "gatekeeper"?
Moreover, from Chen Yangrong's reaction, he seemed to be extremely fearful of the 【Mortal Divine Realm】?
Lin Qiye's golden pupils burned fiercely. He raised the 【White Slash】 in his hand and slashed down viciously, severing one of Chen Yangrong's arms. The latter's expression twisted violently, seemingly even more painful than before. Blood sprayed out, but this time, Chen Yangrong's arm did not regenerate like his head had.
It worked!
A flicker of clarity flashed through Lin Qiye's enraged eyes.
Though he didn't know the reason, it seemed that the "miracle" created by the 【Mortal Divine Realm】 could to some extent suppress the power of that giant beast's corpse?
"Damned! Damned 'miracle'!" Chen Yangrong stared at his bleeding shoulder, then turned to look at Lin Qiye with an expression of utter fury.
As if sensing Lin Qiye's threat, the stomach wall flesh covering his body suddenly contorted. Chen Yangrong forcibly pulled his hands out and, facing Lin Qiye before him, clawed at the air!
Streams of blood-colored tentacles crackling with lightning shot out from the surrounding stomach walls, slicing through the dark seawater at terrifying speed, piercing toward Lin Qiye's body!
Lin Qiye gripped the 【White Slash】 and vanished into the void. The surrounding world faded to black and white. He glided through it like a specter, evading all the lightning tentacles.
Sensing the fluctuations of Chen Yangrong's attack, Lin Qiye felt a hint of puzzlement.
Chen Yangrong's strength seemed considerably lower than his own cultivation realm?
Lin Qiye clearly remembered that when Chen Yangrong had released his domain pressure before, it was at the peak of the "Klein" realm. But looking at his actual combat strength, it was merely at the level of an ordinary "Klein" — far less oppressive than Lin Qiye had anticipated.
After some thought, Lin Qiye understood the reason.
Chen Yangrong's cultivation realm came entirely from the residual power within this giant beast's corpse. His so-called "Four Heavens Near Miracle" was nothing more than the overwhelming sensation produced when the beast's power surged into his body. Furthermore, his mind had long been controlled by the giant beast's corpse, his理智 completely丧失, and he instinctively magnified the Cthulhu Faction gods' power of 【Infinity】 — which explained his earlier arrogance.
The key point was that Chen Yangrong himself was merely an ordinary fisherman who hadn't awakened any Forbidden Ruins. Even if his realm had been forcibly elevated to "Klein," he had no way to utilize it. At most, he could only control this giant beast's residual corpse to attack — he was nowhere near a proper "Klein" cultivator.
Under the erosion of the red moon, as Lin Qiye figured this out, his thoughts felt increasingly sluggish. What replaced it was an overwhelming confidence in his own strength and a mounting killing intent.
Lin Qiye stepped out from the void, directly passing through the countless tentacles to appear before Chen Yangrong.
Within the surging black seawater, blood-colored lightning arcs slithered like water snakes. Lin Qiye's eyes glowed red. Ignoring the surrounding environment, he gripped the 【White Slash】 and charged at Chen Yangrong's head at terrifying speed!
He wanted a kill in one strike!
A sneer appeared in Chen Yangrong's eyes. On his torso, grotesque fleshy bumps suddenly sprouted, writhing frantically. Blood-red eyeballs opened one after another, staring unblinking at the approaching Lin Qiye.
Their gazes condensed into beams of solid light. Like blood-colored thorns exploding outward, they instantly pierced through Lin Qiye's body, punching over a dozen bloody holes!
Blood sprayed from the wounds, blooming like crimson mandara flowers无声地绽放在昏暗的海水中. Lin Qiye, who had been mere inches from taking Chen Yangrong's head, groaned and lost his strength. As blood gushed forth, he began to sink uncontrollably in the seawater...
It wasn't until this moment that the fury and madness in his eyes receded slightly, restoring a trace of clarity.
Damn it! He'd been eroded again!
After understanding why Chen Yangrong was weak, Lin Qiye's inner confidence had been amplified to the point of arrogance by 【Infinity】. Driven by frantic thoughts, he had chosen to charge head-on without hesitation...
In his丧失理智 state, he hadn't realized that even the weakest "Klein" was not something an "Unlimited" could easily handle.
Moreover, they were inside the giant beast's body — for Chen Yangrong, this was absolute home turf. Thoughtless, blind aggression was undoubtedly a path to death.
Realizing this now was already too late.
That strike from Chen Yangrong had grievously wounded Lin Qiye. These blood holes had pierced through his body, severely limiting his mobility. With such a terrifying bleeding speed, it wouldn't be long before Lin Qiye bled out and died.
Chen Yangrong coldly smiled as he watched Lin Qiye gradually sink in the blood mist. He reached out his palm and clenched it toward Lin Qiye once more.
Dense tentacles churned through the seawater at alarming speed. Massive, torrential vortices surged within the giant beast's enormous stomach walls. Blood-red lightning crawled across the vortices' surfaces, like rows of ferocious grinding discs, rapidly dragging Lin Qiye's身形 into their grasp.
Under the torrential currents, Lin Qiye couldn't stabilize his body at all. He was being swept inexorably toward the nearest vortex.
At that moment, a deep-blue figure darted through the seawater, weaving between the blood-red lightning bolts. She stretched out both arms and firmly embraced Lin Qiye's body!
A warm, soft touch pressed against Lin Qiye's back.
Lin Qiye turned his head to see Jialan gazing at him with a gentle smile. Her black hair was tied with red cord, floating slowly in the water. Her obsidian-like eyes sparkled like brilliant stars.
In the deep sea, Jialan opened her mouth, her lips parting slightly, and silently spoke four words:
— Adaptability.
A gleam of light flowed from Jialan's body into Lin Qiye's.
The trickling blood ceased. The wounds being eroded by the seawater solidified. The chaotic, violent thoughts under the red moon's erosion suddenly became incomparably clear... His body felt as if it had been eternally frozen in this moment. No external factors could affect his body anymore.
【Immortality】.
She gave him 【Immortality】?!
Stripped of 【Immortality】's protection, Jialan was now an ordinary person. Under the intense suffocation and crushing pressure of the deep sea, her face visibly paled.
Lin Qiye's pupils constricted sharply. Without a moment's hesitation, he opened his mouth and spoke into the seawater:
"Cool autumn night winds rise, clearing the muggy air!"
A gentle breeze surged forth from the void, pushing away the heavy seawater around him, enveloping the Jialan on his back. Fresh air poured into her nostrils, and only then did her ashen face begin to recover a trace of color.