When Mo Gailian and Xun Nanqiao returned from afar, Ye Yu had already finished reading the Abyss Demon Clan’s Ku Jiye’s memories. He then swept away the demon’s divine soul in one motion.
Xun Nanqiao and Mo Gailian were stunned. They had assumed Ye Yu sent them away to use their lives as shields against this powerful Abyss Demon. So they had recklessly rushed back to help.
“But now you’ve even destroyed his divine soul?” Mo Gailian exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up before breaking into a violent cough. Ku Jiye’s punch had been no light blow, and Mo Gailian still hadn’t fully recovered.
Xun Nanqiao, less carefree, asked Ye Yu what he had learned from Ku Jiye’s memories—were there any others of the Abyss Demon Clan still alive? After all, if just one Abyss Demon was this formidable, what would happen if more survived? Perhaps they could seize control of the Demon Realm once again.
Ye Yu shook his head and recounted everything from Ku Jiye’s divine soul. During the fabled War of Ascension, the entire Abyss Demon Clan had thrown themselves into the battle, but were ultimately defeated by the legendary immortal and nearly wiped out. Only two Abyss Demons escaped back to the Demon Realm, grievously wounded and unable to recover.
Driven mad, they made a decision that defied their ancestors: at the time of their ascent, all clan members except seven juvenile demons had perished. If even those seven were to die, no hope would remain. But those youths weren’t prodigies. To ensure their clan’s name would echo again through the Demon Realm, they used an ancient secret art to sacrifice six juveniles, merging their bone structure, destiny, and aptitude into the sole survivor. Whether it would work, no one knew—but they believed it was worth the gamble for the glory of the Abyss Demon Clan. With that final conviction, the two survivors perished, leaving only one juvenile to carry the clan’s future—Ku Jiye himself.
Ku Jiye trained ceaselessly within the Blessed Land Cavern, mastering his ancestors’ arts until he finally reached the Demon Emperor Realm. His plan: emerge, shock the Demon Realm, unify it under his banner, then ascend to the heavens and fulfill the path his forebears could not. He would become a legendary figure among demons.
But before he could pass beyond the cavern’s gates, a cataclysm struck the Demon Realm, and he fell into slumber once more. Millennia passed before he awoke—last among the great powers—but his resolve remained unshaken. He readied himself to conquer life again.
Alas, the protective formation his ancestors left had fallen into disarray over the ages. It ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) could not be undone by normal means; a brute force breach would trigger a self-destruct that would level the Abyss Clan’s nest. Frustrated, Ku Jiye, a master of formations, spent over a century trying to decipher the gate. At last, he despaired and forcibly broke the barrier, emerging alone to survey his childhood home now in ruins.
Yet even then, his ambition burned bright. “No destruction without creation,” he vowed; he would carve out a realm for his people in the Demon Realm. To broadcast the Abyss Clan’s rise most effectively, he decided the quickest route was to slay the world’s strongest.
Thus, Ku Jiye sought out Ye Yu, intending to ride his fame to power. With the hopes of his entire clan upon him, this battle must be spectacular. And indeed it was—Ye Yu even eradicated his divine soul. One death meant the extinction of the entire clan. Perhaps this was the Abyss Demon Clan’s final destiny.
Xun Nanqiao could hardly hold back a sigh of pity for Ku Jiye. Once so mighty, the Abyss Clan ended in utter annihilation—truly a tragic end.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu found a quiet spot, produced paper and brush, and began to feverishly transcribe the memories he had gleaned. After all, the Abyss Demon Clan had once dominated the Demon Realm for a reason—their secret arts were profoundly wondrous. Having accessed Ku Jiye’s divine soul, Ye Yu would record every technique.
In truth, Ku Jiye had been a veritable master of formations, simply unlucky to face an overpowered adversary. Encountering Ye Yu was like meeting mastery incarnate.
Half an hour later, Ye Yu finally set down his brush. From memory, he had written out eight remarkable techniques. He tasked Xun Nanqiao with organizing them—these would become the heirloom arts of their Dream Demon lineage. After all, with the Abyss Demon Clan gone, it was fitting that these techniques pass to the Dream Demons as their own legacy.
