Two days later, a new Balance City appeared—identical to the last, yet devoid of any deities. Many had perished in the previous battle, and with the city newly ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) rebuilt, a vacancy was unsurprising. Besides, Yu Buxia had no mind for visitors; her every thought was on whether Little White could survive. This was crucial.
When Little White had swallowed all of Shen Kangren’s fragments two days ago, its body couldn’t contain such power—it risked bursting at any moment. To save it, and to eradicate Shen Kangren utterly, Yu Buxia had immediately fed it every divine pill she possessed. She asked Ye Yu whether he could accelerate Little White’s cultivation or grant it stronger devouring ability.
In fact, Yu Buxia had already suspected the answer: if a Fusion Beast could fuse, these two feats should be feasible. Yet to be safe, she insisted on asking. Ye Yu confirmed it was possible—but it would take time. No suitable divine beast was on hand to fuse with Little White; he would have to capture one now.
Yu Buxia waved off the difficulty. She produced a Communication Stone and contacted her network. In the Divine Realm, Wan Yangyang—known as the Beast-Tamer God—was said to rear over ten thousand divine beasts of all kinds, powerful enough to stand against a Divine Alliance single-handedly. Although no one had verified it, mustering a thousand shouldn’t be impossible. Only he could solve the issue fastest.
One shichen later (two hours), Yu Buxia spent three hundred million divine stones and two divine artifacts to purchase sixteen divine beasts—all Greater God Realm or higher, each possessing devouring ability—and delivered them to Ye Yu, hoping he could keep Little White alive and digest Shen Kangren completely.
Ye Yu then laid down a formation barrier, entered with Little White and the sixteen beasts—and had not emerged since.
Within Balance City’s hall, Yu Buxia paced anxiously, her eyes fixed on the barrier. Fully restored, Ying Huo sat to one side and waved her hand. “Enough pacing—can’t you sit and rest?”
Ying Huo’s own strength had just returned to the level it was when she emerged from seclusion, showing that Yu Buxia’s Balance art was only temporary, not permanent. Nevertheless, it remained a sublime divine technique—an ability powerful enough to alter battle’s outcome.
Yu Buxia’s brow remained furrowed. “Sit and rest? How can I? If Ye Yu fails and Little White dies, Shen Kangren will resurge—and then all of us could die!”
That was her greatest fear. She had spent vast wealth and divine artifacts to secure those divine beasts because she never wanted Shen Kangren to live. The flesh Dao’s regenerative power was terrifying; even pulverized into dust, it could not be utterly destroyed. In such circumstances, how could Yu Buxia not worry?
Compared to her agitation, Ying Huo was unshakably calm. “Whether you worry or not, it will happen. What matters is we’re still alive.”
Yu Buxia snorted in exasperation. “Yes, we’re alive now—but if we wait any longer, we might not be!”
No sooner had her words fallen than the formation barrier dissolved, and a weary figure stepped out. “What do you mean ‘might not be’?” he said softly.
It was Ye Yu. Since the battle’s end yesterday, he had not rested for a moment—constantly performing fusions for Little White. Fusion might be his Dream-Talent, but it was highly taxing, especially when merging with beasts of higher cultivation. That explained why it had taken him two days.
Seeing him, Yu Buxia hurried over. “How did it go? Is Little White holding on?”
“Should be fine,” Ye Yu said, exhaling. “I’ve raised Little White’s cultivation to the pinnacle of the Celestial God Realm, and maxed out its devouring ability. Its size returned to normal. I used divine perception to probe—it still holds a few fragments, but they’re negligible. I believe it will digest them completely soon.”
Ye Yu relaxed. He understood that if Shen Kangren reappeared, the consequences would be dire. Little White had to live. And honestly, that plea—“Big Brother, don’t forget me”—had been touching.
Ye Yu turned toward the slumbering Little White within the formation and made a silent wish: once this dream shattered, may I manifest you in the real world—even if you’re ugly, you’re truly gentle.
When Yu Buxia heard that Shen Kangren would be fully digested, she laughed with joy. Ying Huo, however, stepped forward earnestly. “Thank you, Dao-friend, for saving me. Without you and Little White, I would not have survived.”
Ye Yu waved her off. “I’m beat. I’ll rest first—let’s talk later if anything comes up.”
He was utterly exhausted and eager to recuperate. At these words, Ying Huo immediately formed a teleportation array and sent Ye Yu to his chamber. Yet no sooner had the spell completed than she found herself grabbed by the neck.
“You brat! I’ve known you for a hundred thousand years and never seen you speak so kindly—‘thank you’? What are you up to?”
Yu Buxia instantly sensed Ying Huo’s mischief and demanded coldly, “What are you doing?”
But the next moment her hands were empty—Ying Huo had already appeared before her.
“What do you mean ‘what am I doing’? She saved both our lives—shouldn’t we thank her? Actually, she’s saved us twice. Without Ye Yu, I’d still be without a divine body! Phew, that’s a massive debt of gratitude. Old Yu, how do you think we should thank him?”
Ying Huo crossed her arms and pondered seriously.
Yu Buxia flicked her sleeves and turned to leave.
Ying Huo’s eyes lit up, and she murmured to herself: “Well... maybe it’s not impossible after all!”
