Ye Yu, as someone exceedingly proud, most loathed anything beyond his control.
For example, now—even his own body was being controlled by Yancheng Daoist’s divine art. Panic surged in Yancheng Daoist’s heart!
How could this be happening? What divine art was this?
He barely had time to think before a powerful suction force appeared.
Little White opened its jaws and swallowed Yancheng Daoist whole, intent on devouring him just as it had devoured the flesh-and-blood Evil God, Shen Kangren.
Perhaps Yancheng Daoist was stronger than Shen Kangren—but Little White had grown stronger too, having spent recent days madly fusing and devouring divine beasts. Its power had increased markedly.
With no other sure way to kill Yancheng Daoist, Little White sat cross-legged, wrapped its ten wings around itself, and drew in divine power to hasten the devouring process.
Ye Yu lowered his right hand and exhaled. The art he’d used to trap Yancheng Daoist was Zuo Zhen Ju Zhong (Seat of Central Control). Though its control lasted only briefly, it had sufficed.
He had to admit, this art of controlling a high-realm deity truly had world-altering potential. But its flaw was obvious: while seated in central control, one could not move at all, relying entirely on outside forces to kill the enemy. It required a partner. He resolved to improve it—ideally so it needed no one’s help. Always relying on Little White’s “eat” tactic was too dangerous.
Stepping forward, Ye Yu produced a small jade vial from his storage ring—it contained the new pills he’d synthesized to aid digestion. He fed several at once into Little White’s mouth.
As time ticked by, Ye Yu’s eyes brightened. Could Little White have truly slain that strange Daoist?
Just then, Yancheng Daoist’s voice rang out from within Little White’s belly: “Don’t look at your divine beast so hopefully. Its power is decent, but its realm is too low—it can’t kill me! But I can kill it easily!”
No sooner had he spoken than Little White’s stomach erupted in golden light, its expression turning feral. Its massive body writhed violently on the ground, agony twisting its features. Ye Yu’s heart ached at Little White’s torment.
He acted at once. With a thought, he unleashed the divine art Zhongsheng Pingdeng (All Beings Equal). Within a thousand-zhang radius, everything lost color and divine power vanished—as if severed from the Divine Realm itself.
Seizing the moment, Ye Yu grasped Little White’s tail, slammed it down, and drove a powerful punch into its abdomen. Under the force, Little White screamed, then coughed out Yancheng Daoist.
Without pausing, Ye Yu followed with a whip-like kick. Yancheng Daoist was sent flying into a boulder, churning dust everywhere. At that instant, the black-and-white world dissolved.
Ye Yu landed, breathing hard. All Beings Equal was potent—but fleeting and immensely draining of divine power. He swallowed two more divine pills to speed his recovery.
He knew Yancheng Daoist could not be harmed; all that power had been absorbed by the Daoist’s robe the moment his kick landed.
Little White gagged twice and staggered to its feet, feeling the weight of Ye Yu’s punch more keenly than ever. Without its flesh-and-blood regeneration at full strength, it would have died.
Across the clearing, Yancheng Daoist emerged unscathed from the dust—but his wooden sword lay snapped behind him. He was unsurprised; the sword had been grievously wounded when it cleaved the Heavenly Punishment Arrow and was bound to break sooner or later. Yet he had never imagined Ye Yu and Little White would drive him so hard. Had he not unsealed his realm in advance, he would have been devoured or killed.
He shook his head, annoyance clear in his expression. “I did underestimate you. But that ends now—no more games. Prepare to die!”
Little White prepared to protest—but Yancheng Daoist swung his broken sword. A sword aura so brilliant it dimmed heaven and earth erupted, engulfing Little White’s form and reducing it to nothing—not even ash remained in the Divine Realm. Yet the attack left Ye Yu, standing beside where Little White had been, completely unharmed—testament to Yancheng Daoist’s exquisite control.
Ye Yu exhaled and murmured, “So this is the power of the Divine Lord Realm—truly unstoppable.”
Yancheng Daoist advanced, voice calm. “According to my analysis, you have about a seventy percent chance of stepping into the Divine Lord Realm in the future. But first, you must survive today. How do you intend to live under my hand?”
He closed in, adding, “Hand over your secrets, and I’ll spare your life. You can return to Wuzhong Mountain under my aegis.”
He leaned close. “I know your bond ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) with the Balance God, Yu Buxia, is extraordinary—and I hate being refused. You understand?”
Ye Yu nodded serenely. “I understand. You’re threatening me. But you don’t know me: I detest threats. So you will die—not now, but once I enter the Divine Realm, you will die miserably.”
Yancheng Daoist frowned. “Enter the Divine Realm? What are you now? Are you insane?”
He was about to strike when he saw Ye Yu forming a divine art seal. Instinctively he swung his sword—but Ye Yu’s divine body shattered at the blow.
Ye Yu’s final words rang out unfazed: “Kill me if you wish. As long as my soul endures, all answers shall be revealed!”
