Pan Yuanxing braved his fear, silently drawing his famed weapon, the Shadow Scythe.
He looked up at Ye Yu, who hovered in midair.
Demonic aura surged around him, yet before the crimson tide of Ye Yu’s power it seemed utterly insignificant.
Everyone present watched in disbelief, convinced the man had lost his mind—did he truly seek his own death?
Jealousy flickered in Dan Caoqing’s eyes. Yes, he was envying Pan Yuanxing’s courage. Looking at himself, he couldn’t even stand, let alone draw his weapon. Dan Caoqing muttered, “You can’t defeat him. If you actually fight, you’ll die!” His words were meant for Pan Yuanxing, and also served as his own excuse to remain kneeling.
Pan Yuanxing didn’t glance his way. In a low voice he said, “I know I’ll die. But if I lack the courage to face it, I’ll live like a mindless husk.”
“I am Pan Yuanxing! Even if I die today, I refuse to endure a thousand lifetimes of disgrace!”
He roared those last words, sending a shock through every heart.
No sooner had his voice fallen than Pan Yuanxing charged Ye Yu at full speed—no spells, no techniques—just a martyr’s sprint.
Ye Yu frowned slightly. So it’s true: the world holds every kind of madman.
Fortunate that he’d harvested enough Devotion Points to step into the Demon Emperor Realm; otherwise, he wouldn’t know what to do.
Ye Yu raised a hand, and the demon god aura behind him mirrored the motion.
Fear Hell!
A deafening roar shook the air. In an instant, Pan Yuanxing froze. His pupils lost focus, cracks spidering across his body as his demonic aura dissipated. He plummeted from the sky, striking the ground with a crushing impact that echoed in every soul.
No amount of courage could fill the gap in strength—Ye Yu was invincible.
At that moment, everyone recalled Bai Qingsong’s words:
“No matter how hard you try, you’ll never fathom my brother’s true realm!”
It was no exaggeration: Ye Yu had just slain a peak Emperor-Realm expert with a mere gesture. Clearly, the Emperor Realm was not the pinnacle—then what lay beyond? No one dared ask.
Three days later, Bai Qingsong formally entered the Half-Step Emperor Realm and began his assault on the Demon Emperor Realm. He stood in the Demon Lord’s Hall, gazing at the sky with gratitude shining in his eyes. Without Ye Yu’s guidance, he might have remained stuck at the peak Demon Lord Realm forever, his status in the Demon World decaying over time.
Now, however, everyone knew: Bai Qingsong had an unbeatable older brother. On Gathering Demon Peak, over ten thousand demons had witnessed how fragile the Demon Emperor Realm was before Ye Yu. Under Ye Yu’s fearsome reputation, even those who had harbored hostility toward Bai Qingsong fell silent—Dan Caoqing being the simplest example. All of this was Ye Yu’s doing. How could Bai Qingsong not be grateful?
But before he could properly serve him, Ye Yu had already departed the Demon World. Truly a big brother who sought no reward! Yet something felt off, as if he’d forgotten something important. What could it be? Puzzled, Bai Qingsong scratched his head and looked around the Demon Lord’s Hall.
In Heaven, Jiao Tianao clutched the Communication Stone, his heart uneasy. He wanted to return—after all, demons must return to their roots—but without the Demon Lord’s orders he dared not go back. For days he’d pondered how to plead subtly with Bai Qingsong. Yet whenever he recalled his own roar, he chickened out.
“Demon Lord, I truly can’t find Ye Yu—please don’t force me to stay here!” he whined, pouting in grievance.
Just then, he looked up and saw a long-edged silhouette. “Th-that’s my brother’s brother—Ye Yu!” he cried in delight. But in the blink of an eye, Ye Yu vanished, offering no chance to follow. Jiao Tianao slapped himself. Was it regret? No—he merely needed to sober up. The man he’d seen bore demon horns—how could he be Ye Yu, the immortal?
“Oh no, I must be delusional—mistaking even people!” he groaned. “Demon Lord, please let me return to the Demon World—I’m going mad up here!” He lifted the Communication Stone and wailed.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu turned his head slightly. “Huh? I thought I heard someone calling me...” He looked back, but nothing was there. Had he imagined it? Better not waste time! He eyed the warped space around him, his brow tightening, and dashed once more toward the Wu Wei Pagoda.
Since the battle on Gathering Demon Peak, he had ascended to the Demon Emperor Realm. After slaying Pan Yuanxing, he harvested a small amount of Devotion Points. Feeling ready, he left the Demon World and returned to Heaven—yet his aura effects remained active. He planned to reap some Immortal Devotion Points en route, then while in the dream realm, cozy up with the heavenly immortals. Everything was carefully planned.
But he miscalculated the conversion of Devotion Points. This morning, after converting all his points into cultivation, he stepped straight into the peak Emperor Realm. Space around him twisted—clearly the sign of breaching the void, the precursor to entering the Divine Realm.
Such a development caught him off guard. He hadn’t had a chance to meet the heavenly immortals—how could that be? Had he known, he wouldn’t have exchanged those points. But now ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) it was too late, so he forced himself to suppress his cultivation and sprinted on at top speed.
