"Ah! Master! My sword has flown away!" Ying'er's Ice-Soul Cold-Light Sword shot off like an arrow, heading straight toward the direction where the beast was charging. "Mine too!" Gao Liang's Heaven-Cutting Sword also shot forward, slicing toward the giant monster. Yet the giant monster truly possessed a spirit—able to guide the hundred beasts and evade the attacks of both swords. As a result, Gao Liang and Ying'er found themselves suddenly in great danger. "Hurry! Master! Enter the Yue Guang Treasure Box space!" Gao Liang immediately activated his spiritual energy, mentally chanting, "I am entering the Yue Guang Treasure Box!" Instantly, his consciousness entered the treasure box, where he saw a yellow silk scroll inscribed with the sword techniques: "Dual swords soaring into the sky, swords like rushing winds—step left to strike, step right to strike, wing-left to strike, counter the scales with a thrust, stab the abdomen directly, perform the dual-clear thrust, the spiraling wind block, the carriage-style defense, and the wind-head wash..." Together, Gao Liang and Ying'er gathered their spiritual energy and recited the techniques in unison. As they chanted, they began to This dance is performed by Gao Liang and Ying'er channeling their spiritual energy to control two swords. When the giant monster attacks, coming within just three centimeters of Gao Liang and Ying'er, they begin a spinning dance. Ying'er's slender waist is cradled by Gao Liang, and her crystal-heeled shoes, like sharp blades, pierce directly into the monster's head. "Ah!" cries the monster in agony, collapsing unconscious. Another giant monster rushes in to attack Gao Liang and Ying'er, but is struck by the sword of ice and cold brilliance, rolling helplessly on the ground in pain. After regaining strength, the monster, drawing upon 8,000 years of spiritual energy, launches a powerful assault on Ying'er. Yet Gao Liang swiftly wraps Ying'er in his broad arms and calls out to the sky, "Divine Sword of Heaven! It's your turn now!" Instantly, a brilliant glow fills the air, and the heavens grow dim. "Aah! Aah! Aah!" the monster's back is pierced by the Divine Sword of Heaven, bleeding profusely. The hundred beasts, seeing the leading giant demon utterly defeated, immediately lost all spirit and were about to retreat when Gao Liang took the horn from Ying'er and blew it loudly before the entire assembly. The sound was profoundly inspiring. The beasts knew this was the command of the army—anyone daring to flee would be killed on the spot. The giant demon, enduring great pain, called out in a deep, resolute voice, "We are completely defeated. We willingly submit and pledge to serve at your command!" The beasts promptly followed, bowing down and kneeling before Gao Liang. Gao Liang and Ying'er stood on a raised platform. Gao Liang produced a golden collar—something he had just retrieved from the Yue Guang treasure box when his consciousness entered its space. The treasure box's inventory had grown richer and richer as Gao Liang's authority level steadily increased. This was one of Gao Liang's key assets, ready to be summoned at any crucial moment. With a breath of spiritual energy, Gao Liang said, "Go! Fulfill your mission!" The golden collar responded instantly, flying straight toward the giant demon's neck. But the golden necklace was too small, and the giant troll was so large—what could they do? "Master, there's a Divine Scripture of Ascension with authority inside the Yüe Guang Box. At your current level of divinity, you can command the giant troll to transform!" With a reminder from the little fairy Ying'er, Gao Liang called out to the troll, "Troll, transform!" Yet the troll remained bowed on the ground, unchanged. Gao Liang scratched his head and asked Ying'er, "Ying'er, hasn't the Master decided yet?" Ying'er smiled gently, her bright eyes fixed on Gao Liang. In his mind, Gao Liang saw a tall, fierce, long-eared, short-haired domestic dog. Gao Liang chuckled—truly unexpected that Ying'er favored such a pet. After all, the World of Monsters was a Western fantasy, and Lao Zi was a proud Eastern man, a full-grown, seven-foot-tall Chinese gentleman—surely, he should uphold the fine traditions of our Chinese heritage. "By the power of all living beings, I hereby command—let all beasts listen! Transform instantly into Tibetan Mastiffs, and guard "Highlight finished speaking and began reciting the transformation formula as suggested by Ying'er. In a moment, all the beasts transformed on the spot into one hundred mastiffs. Their bodies were robust and well-proportioned, with strong, well-developed muscles; their heads and tails balanced perfectly, and they moved with agile, graceful, confident strides—swift, dynamic, and enduring in stamina. 'Mighty Dragon Transformation!' Highlight murmured the incantation, and gradually, among the one hundred mastiffs, the tallest and most powerful one emerged, reshaping into a majestic form. 'Mastiff King!' Highlight bestowed upon him a title. 'Eastern Divine Dog! Wonderful! Wonderful!' Ying'er happily clapped her little pink hands. The Mastiff King donned the golden collar and calmly approached his new master, while the other one hundred mastiffs lay down on the ground, patiently awaiting Highlight's next command. At that moment, the elder dwarf sprite, brushing his long beard, stepped forward with a bright red glow on his face, smiling warmly at Highlight and Ying'er, 'Congratulations! You have become the end of the age of the mythical creatures!' These mythical beasts are indeed fierce and robust treasures—you may take them back, but you must treat them well! Gao Liang and Ying'er nodded in agreement. At that moment, the elven dwarf waved his fan, gently gesturing to the group of dogs that had transformed into Tibetan mastiffs, while murmuring in a rhythmic chant: "Young one, wherever you come from, return there! These Tibetan mastiffs shall accompany you as well! Go now!" Gao Liang and Ying'er felt a sudden breeze beneath their feet, lifting them gently into the air, while the hundred Tibetan mastiffs remained steadfastly at their sides, their eyes bright and shining in the darkness. "Master, I've calculated—it's only ten seconds before we can enter the Yuegu Treasure Box space!" Ying'er, ever attentive, kept reminding Gao Liang. Gao Liang looked around at the 101 mastiffs, shook his head, and said, "What shall we do? The entrance to the Yuegu Treasure Box space is narrow—we'll have to go one by one. In just ten seconds, we must bring our new pets—the Eastern Divine Dog with us! How difficult!" "Master, hurry! Hurry!" The timing has passed by 2 seconds! There are still 8 seconds left!" Ying'er was the first to step into the Yueguang Treasure Box space, followed closely by Gaoliang. Yet the 101 Tibetan Mastiffs remained outside. If they didn't enter soon, these hard-won Mastiffs would be lost—what a treasure! It was clear from Ying'er's anxious expression, and Gaoliang felt just as disappointed. No way—Gaoliang needed to make the door larger. At that moment, he couldn't think about much else. He pressed his hands against the door on both sides and exerted force to the left and right, but the gap only widened slightly. "Master, there are only 6 seconds left! Hurry!" Gaoliang, urged by Ying'er, inadvertently triggered the mechanism of the main door of the Yueguang Treasure Box. With a loud "whoosh," the door swung open wide. "Come in! My new pets!" Gaoliang and Ying'er shouted together. Immediately, the 100 Tibetan Mastiffs surged forward, displaying strict discipline, forming four rows of 25 each, advancing in unison and quickly entering the space. Only "King of Tibetan Mastiff! Come in!" High Light called out. But the King of Tibetan Mastiff, being exceptionally large, couldn't fit through the door at once. High Light was genuinely worried—after all, being big wasn't always an advantage! With no more time to waste, he adjusted the door mechanism once again. "Crack!" The door opened a little more, and the King of Tibetan Mastiff, being so clever, managed to squeeze through at that very instant when the opening increased by just one centimeter. High Light exclaimed, "Success! Success!" Yet Ying'er said, "Oh no! Master! You made a mistake operating the Light-Box!" At that moment, a strong, piercing wind rushed in, carrying a dark figure inside. High Light and Ying'er didn't notice, but the King of Tibetan Mastiff barked furiously, even charging at the figure. When High Light and Ying'er saw the Tibetan Mastiff charging at empty air, they immediately stopped him, yet he continued barking without pause. "Master, though we can't see what has just entered, I've carefully deduced that this entity is exceptionally powerful—so strong that we're currently unable to perceive its presence. Only our Eastern God of the Tibetan Mastiff King can detect it! I believe we'll have to remain vigilant from now on, or else, should it enter the human world, we may face endless troubles!" "Who?" High Light became alert, drawing out the Celestial Sword and charging toward the direction where the Tibetan Mastiff King was standing. "Ah!" A sharp cry rang out—something clearly in pain. It seemed as though it had been wounded by his own sword. The Tibetan Mastiff King ceased his vigorous barking, and all activity settled into stillness. High Light held onto Ying'er, gazing at her rosy lips, wanting to kiss her. But gently, Ying'er pushed him away and said, "Master, I'm truly worried! The human world truly isn't peaceful anymore. From now on, we must be cautious indeed!" After shouting, "Any who stand in my way shall die!" High Light began passionately kissing Ying'er. And thus, Ying'er was transformed into a celestial being through the embrace of High Light.