Regarding the Grand Dao, Ye Yu pondered for a long time without reaching a conclusion.
Frankly, if he chose to follow the Dao from his previous dream sessions, he could at any time ascend from Half-Step Immortal Emperor to true Immortal Emperor.
But Ye Yu had no intention of doing so.
His two prior Immortal Emperor Daos had relied on dream-born talents, and offered little room for growth.
He could not retrace that path.
He must blaze /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ a wholly new Dao!
However, some things could not be forced into existence by thought alone.
No amount of sitting idle compared to a sudden flash of insight.
Thus Ye Yu refused to stall here, and instead prepared to examine the other materialized items!
Yet when he looked around, not a single object remained.
Wait—what about the Reforged Divine Pill and the Wedding Wine?
Two items were meant to appear, yet not one was given to him.
Was this not excessive?
Although the items would manifest at his lady’s side, at least one ought to be left for himself.
But now they were wiped clean.
No sense of participation was allowed, apparently.
Ye Yu immediately unleashed a torrent of complaints at the system!
Still, he did not fuss too much.
After all, if they appeared at his lady’s side, the wealth would stay in the family.
What truly mattered was whether the Reforged Divine Pill actually existed.
Was it the very pill Liu Ying had produced before his death?
He did not know whose hands it would manifest in.
But it mattered little—if it could be put to use, that was enough!
On the other side, the dream had not yet fully ended.
“Above the newly built city, Tang Jiansheng’s face was pale, and behind him lay a fist-sized wound.”
“This was the mark left by Despairing Forest!”
“To be driven to such an extent by a mere Celestial God Stage upstart—it was almost unbelievable!”
“If that brat could take one more step to enter the Golden God Stage, I might have been overturned in defeat!”
“In recent years, the Divine Realm had indeed produced many prodigies!”
“In future, we must not be lax!”
“Otherwise, if they only lose their lives, I might still be wounded!”
With a sweep of his sleeve, the newly built city below fell utterly to ruin.
Tang Jiansheng’s figure dissolved on the spot.
A moment later, when Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin arrived, everything had already concluded.
At the sight of the ruined city, they both guessed the outcome—but neither wished to admit it.
They set about searching for Ye Yu’s whereabouts.
Yet all their efforts were in vain.
Ye Yu had long since perished utterly, leaving nothing behind.
Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin refused to accept this, and spent great wealth bribing a divine clansman to investigate Jiyue Pavilion, asking if anyone named Ye Yu had been taken captive.
Two days later, they received their answer.
The divine clansman who had slain Xuehen was immediately struck down by Elder Tang on the spot, body and soul obliterated. Rumor had it Elder Tang even suffered a slight injury—shocking news.
Upon confirming Ye Yu’s demise, Shen Fuxin fainted from grief.
She had just enjoyed three days of bliss with her husband—and now they were parted by life and death. What cruel fate!
Gu Ji forced calm, but her trembling hands betrayed her anguish.
Several hours later, once their emotions had stabilized, they resolved that in this life, no matter how long it might take, they would exact bloody vengeance for their husband’s death!
Yet given their current cultivation, let alone confronting Tang Jiansheng, they might not even breach the gates of Jiyue Pavilion.
Therefore Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin made a ten-thousand-year pact.
Over that millennia, they would strive to grow stronger.
In ten thousand years they would reunite and jointly avenge their husband.
With the plan set, they each went their separate ways, seeking opportunities to advance.
Hatred fueled their strength—but only if one possessed the necessary talent.
Yet Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin were no mere mortals: they were goddesses.
Driven by vengeance, they spared no effort over those ten thousand years.
Despite many events, they never forgot their hatred.
When they reunited, both had ascended to late Ancient God Stage.
Hand in hand they stormed Jiyue Pavilion, cutting through all opposition without mercy.
When they confronted Elder Tang Jiansheng, he frowned deeply.
His mastery of Divination Dao allowed him to foresee Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin’s purpose.
Yet he had not expected that, after ten thousand years, someone would avenge Ye Yu.
And by two Ancient God Stage heroines, no less!
He had never imagined the boy’s charm so great.
Still, facing two foes of equal realm, Tang Jiansheng did not panic.
He believed his Star Dao would never be defeated.
But fate often had other designs.
Within the time it took a single incense stick to burn, Tang Jiansheng was defeated by Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin’s joint assault.
They bore him from Jiyue Pavilion and returned to the ruins of the newly built city.
Their intent was clear: blood debt demanded blood repayment.
Tang Jiansheng must die amidst these ruins to honor their husband.
As they prepared to strike, a tall figure suddenly appeared.
On seeing him, Tang Jiansheng cried out, “Master of the Pavilion, I beg you—save my life!”
Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin straightened in surprise.
Before them stood Ye Shou—Lord of Jiyue Pavilion?
In response to Tang Jiansheng’s plea, Ye Shou’s expression was calm as he said, “Elder Tang, do you know why no other elder or devotee intervened when these two goddesses attacked the Divine Alliance?”
“The answer is simple: I ordered it. You have gone mad—stealing vast Alliance resources merely to resurrect your disciple ground to dust. Did you think I knew nothing?”
Those words extinguished Tang Jiansheng’s will.
Indeed, he had never abandoned his plan to revive his disciple Xuehen—even if she had turned to ashes.
Using his elder’s authority, he had siphoned countless resources from Jiyue Pavilion, believing it done in secret.
He had not imagined the pavilion lord saw through it all.
Resigned, Tang Jiansheng closed his eyes, refusing yet to release his devotion to Xuehen—surely in a few more years he might have succeeded. Alas, time had run out.
