This age, what kind of person is most detestable?
The answer is fraudsters!
By delving into Xue Hen’s memories, Ye Yu learned much. First, Mount Falling Thunder truly exists and naturally suppresses inner devils. But this spot underfoot was not the real Mount Falling Thunder; it was a simulacrum of Xue Hen’s creation, designed solely to uphold his highborn godly image for courting purposes!
Indeed, this old rogue was nothing but a philanderer. Although he had reached the Heavenly God tier, most of his thoughts were devoted to women. Otherwise, with his talent, he would never have stopped here.
He once crossed paths with Shen Fuxin and immediately declared his love. Even after being rejected, he refused to let the idea go. He graciously told her it didn’t matter—if they couldn’t be lovers, they could still be friends, and she could seek his aid anytime, which he would never refuse.
Shen Fuxin’s visit seeking help presented the perfect opportunity, so he eagerly agreed.
It must be said, Jiyue Pavilion—one of the foremost Divine Pacts—does have genuine heritage and true methods for combating inner devils. Yet Xue Hen never intended to save Gu Ji. He only wished to threaten Shen Fuxin into becoming his wife. As for Gu Ji and Ye Yu—dead or alive, what did that matter to him?
No—more precisely, Ye Yu had to die here. Xue Hen knew Shen Fuxin loved Ye Yu, so he planned to use the possessed Gu Ji to slay Ye Yu and sever Shen Fuxin’s attachment forever.
Everything had been plotted, merely waiting for Shen Fuxin to step into his trap.
But Xue Hen miscalculated: Ye Yu’s strength was overwhelming. He charged in, upended the plan, and ultimately killed Xue Hen outright.
How ironic—baiting the hook only to become the beaten fish. So unjust! If only Xue Hen had been more cautious. But dead gods cannot revive; it was over—spirit extinguished, body reduced to ash.
Ye Yu’s mind cleared... yet when he looked back at Shen Fuxin, about to awaken, he felt troubled again. One person possessed by an inner devil was headache enough—now Shen Fuxin too. And worst of all, it was because of him that she’d contracted one. What a sin!
Ye Yu sighed, then lifted Shen Fuxin and, carrying Gu Ji, departed the false pavilion.
Moments later, the three arrived at the real Mount Falling Thunder, thirty thousand li north of Jiyue Pavilion. The scenery echoed Xue Hen’s imitation, but the true god-lightning strikes inspired reverent awe.
Credit to Xue Hen: though fake, he’d stolen a fragment of genuine lightning essence to mimic it convincingly.
At the real Mount Falling Thunder, Shen Fuxin, near consciousness, fell still again, and Gu Ji’s struggles greatly weakened—proof that true god-lightning indeed suppresses inner devils.
Ye Yu had learned the perilous method to destroy inner devils from Xue Hen’s memories. For the two of them, he was ready to risk everything!
At the mountain’s foot, as Ye Yu led Shen ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Fuxin and Gu Ji inside, a golden-armored god appeared, spear in hand, blocking the path.
“This is Jiyue Pavilion’s Mount Falling Thunder. Outsiders may not enter. Trespassers die!”
The booming decree shook like thunder. Mount Falling Thunder was Jiyue Pavilion’s prize, won through eons of conquest—and fiercely protected. No god dared seize it. They could only envy as the Pavilion made it their exclusive trial ground.
Ye Yu was unsurprised. From Xue Hen’s memories he knew the guardian’s name—Zhao Zhige—a perfected Heavenly God, stationed here by Jiyue Pavilion. Worst still, challenging him would summon Pavilion reinforcements within ten breaths. Ye Yu lacked the might to contest the Divine Pact, so he resorted to cunning.
He produced a golden token, engraving “Jiyue” on one side and a crescent moon on the other. “High god, by Lord Xue Hen’s order, I bring these two into his trial chamber. He will arrive shortly.”
Though Mount Falling Thunder is the Pavilion’s trial ground, not every member has a chamber here. Xue Hen, though a mere ordinary god of Jiyue Pavilion, had a venerable master and thus held favor—securing a chamber that gatekeepers like Zhao Zhige envied.
Zhao Zhige eyed the token, snorted, and vanished. Ye Yu exhaled in relief—this hurdle passed.
Using his memory, he led them to a small pavilion halfway up the mountain—Xue Hen’s trial chamber. Here one could feel the god-lightning’s might in clarity; an epiphany would be sublime. Yet Xue Hen rarely came, finding it oppressive—much to many gods’ frustration.
Inside, Ye Yu seated Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin on chairs and sat across from them. At that moment, Gu Ji’s possessed mind shattered Ye Yu’s silence enchantment.
“Take me away from here. I swear once I’ve had my fill, I’ll return control of my body to your wife. I don’t want to stay here a second longer...”
Before she could finish, a bolt of god-lightning struck nearby. The savage fury made the possessed Gu Ji howl in agony.
Ye Yu smiled inwardly—the suppression effect exceeded his expectations.
