In the long history of the Demon Realm, there have been countless powerhouses.
Many demon gods once shattered the void and entered the God Realm.
After stepping into a new realm, they wanted to gather every demon god together, twist into a single rope, and plant the Demon Realm’s banner high.
They vowed to found a force called Tongtian Pavilion.
Any demon who later entered the God Realm could join, allowing the force to grow ever stronger.
This is recorded in an ancient book.
And it was only discovered in recent times.
For the past hundred thousand years, the Demon Race had no idea a true God Realm existed above the Celestial World, so they treated this book like a light, feel-good read.
But when the recent discoveries proved that becoming a god is real—
—the book was elevated to a supreme manual, and numerous Demon Emperor realm experts began studying it word by word.
Beyond that, many demons started searching for other ancient texts.
They found that the name Tongtian Pavilion appeared more than once in other books as well.
Which may well show that this force truly exists.
Fallen Demon Cui Yachun’s dream was simple: ride the autumn wind, scrape resources, then hoist himself up to the God Realm and personally look for this Tongtian Pavilion, to meet those ancient demon gods who had only ever existed in books.
To see their heroic bearing with his own eyes.
To grow stronger under the shelter of these titans.
Of course, the best would be to grow quickly, stand as an equal with the forebears, and point at rivers and mountains to chart their course.
Such is what a great demon god should be.
Too bad Cui Yachun’s startup collapsed halfway—he ran into °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Ye Yu and popped like a bubble.
His dream ended there.
But the matter piqued Ye Yu’s interest.
A force founded tens of millions of years ago? The techniques in its Treasury Pavilion would all be the lifeblood of ancient demon gods. If he could read them, he would surely gain new insight.
Even if he couldn’t use them later, he could pass them to Luo Ning and Jiang Jinhe.
Only, why had he never heard of this name while in the God Realm?
Tongtian Pavilion, Tongtian Pavilion—it even sounded more like a Celestial World sect’s name. How could it be a demon force?
Ye Yu couldn’t figure it out for the moment.
But based on Fallen Demon Cui Yachun’s memories, he still set off north to take a look around.
The ancient text recorded that the forebears unanimously decided to build Tongtian Pavilion in the extreme north.
That way later arrivals could find it easily.
Say what you will—just from that setup alone, they truly intended to make it big in the God Realm.
It also counted as pointing out a clear road for those who came after.
It’s just that in these past hundreds of thousands of years, the Demon Realm truly produced no talent—no one became a god. The demon gods of Tongtian Pavilion must be disappointed, no?
Two days later.
Ye Yu arrived at the extreme north.
“Extreme north” meant exactly that—any farther lay a Blameless Divine River.
It flowed without end, yet it carried a thick breath of death.
Whether it was because of that river or not, Ye Yu felt the sky here was ashen and heavy, pressing down on the heart.
Especially with that ancient city steeped in demonic aura—it made the oppressive feeling absolute.
The Tongtian Pavilion plaque was huge, only it hung a little crooked.
The great doors were open, yet the place felt desolate.
Ye Yu stood at the threshold and looked in.
The next second, a young shadow demon walked out.
They met each other’s eyes, and both pupils widened in an instant.
One was excited; the other, cautious.
Before Ye Yu could speak, a black contract was whipped out.
The shadow demon pressed Ye Yu’s hand to leave a fingerprint on it, then burst into wild laughter.
“Welcome, fellow demon, to Tongtian Pavilion! From today you are the alliance leader of Tongtian Pavilion!”
“In the days ahead, you must carry our spirit forward and make it big in the God Realm!”
“The future of the whole alliance depends on you.”
“I can step down now. Farewell—bye-bye!”
Before the words finished echoing, the shadow demon strode away with long, eager steps.
His hearty laughter kept rolling back, clear even from far away.
Ye Yu glanced at the departing back, then at the black contract in his hand, utterly baffled.
What on earth was that supposed to be?
Where did this “alliance leader” come from?
Had that guy gone mad?
Just then, a thunderous crash sounded behind him, throwing up clouds of dust.
He turned and saw the plaque had fallen from above the doors.
Now the whole “divine alliance” was down to two characters: bleak and desolate.
“All right, stop staring. That thing drops all the time. Put it back up later,”
came a muffled voice from the side.
It was a pug sprawled in a corner. After speaking, it even yawned.
Ye Yu asked, puzzled, “You’re talking to me?”
“No kidding. Who else?”
“Right now the whole alliance is just the two of us. You’re the alliance leader. If I don’t talk to you, who am I supposed to talk to?”
“Oh, and don’t count on me for alliance affairs. I’m just a dog. I can’t help with much.”
Ye Yu stared at the pug, his expression growing extremely complicated.
“Honestly, the legendary three-headed hound that guards the Demon Realm ought to be imposing and domineering. And you’re telling me you’re... this?”
“Could the contrast be any bigger?”
“You don’t even look as capable in a fight as my Lucky back home.”
Of course, that would be a bit harsh to a dog. On a first meeting, Ye Yu naturally wouldn’t say it out loud.
So he steadied himself and said, “I’m from the yokai race. A black-bear yokai. I don’t—”
Before Ye Yu could finish, the dog—Luo Shu—sprang up.
“What? You’re yokai? How can you be yokai?”
“How can Tongtian Pavilion end up in the hands of a yokai? Kuang Tailong, I f*** your XX!!!”
He snatched the black contract from Ye Yu’s hand and read it carefully.
When he saw the final fingerprint had fully taken effect, the entire dog flopped to the ground and began wailing.
While he cried, he howled, “Brother, I’ve done you wrong!”
