Ye Yu had thought that would buy Heng Xuanzhen a sliver of life.
He never imagined that, in the very next second, a white radiance would swallow them both whole.
And then—nothing.
The scene around him shattered to pieces.
Ye Yu woke in a room of the Ye Manor in Newbuild City.
Thinking back to what had just happened, his heart pounded with dread.
So that was the power of a God Venerable?
Truly unbeatable.
Damn it—what an unjust way to die.
If he hadn’t accepted Chu She’s opportunity back then, Xiao Luo wouldn’t have marked him, and he wouldn’t have died here.
It proved the saying true: some benefits are scalding hot to the touch.
He should have found a quiet place to lie low until he reached Divine Lord Realm before showing himself.
Forget it. Saying anything now is useless; time once gone never returns.
Besides, before Xiao Luo arrived, there had still been Yin Yu to deal with.
Yin Yu wasn’t truly invincible; at least if he and Heng Xuanzhen joined hands, they could push back a couple of times.
But against Xiao Luo, there wasn’t even a shred of resistance.
As Ye Yu pondered, the system’s voice rang out.
[System: Dream concluded!]
[Monster age: 71 years.]
[God age: 2 years.]
[This dream’s evaluation: Perfect–!]
[Randomly obtained two dream rewards!]
[1) Late-stage True God cultivation!]
[2) Improved Demon Conversion! (Built on Demon Conversion: the gods summoned through Demon Conversion now possess 100% of the original body’s power, and duration is greatly extended from ten days to one hundred days.)]
[When the dream rating reaches Excellent+ or higher, randomly manifest two items!]
[1) One copy of the Tao Hua Marked Map!]
[2) One corner of the Myriad Demon Soul Robe!]
As the voice faded, a surging wave of divine power burst through Ye Yu’s body.
He crossed an entire major realm in one sweep, arriving at late-stage True God.
But the system helping to improve Demon Conversion—that he truly hadn’t expected.
It was the first time the system had stepped in to modify a technique.
Extending Demon Conversion’s duration so dramatically—that was excellent.
If he could choose, though, Ye Yu would have preferred the system improve another divine art:
Improved Shadowless Sword Slash.
For example, solve how to ignore realm gaps and achieve a guaranteed kill on a single hit.
No matter; even {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} if the system didn’t do it, he would do it himself later.
He would wield the Great Dao and Great Dream Three Thousand, pull out Heaven-Defying Comprehension from this dream again, and continue refining Shadowless Sword Slash.
Beyond that, there were the manifested items.
The Tao Hua Marked Map needed to be stowed—since Improved Demon Conversion existed, he would use that map sooner or later.
But the Myriad Demon Soul Robe?
Wasn’t that the divine robe he’d worn in the dream?
If you’re going to manifest it, just manifest the whole thing—why only a corner?
Anyone seeing this might think he couldn’t afford a full manifestation.
Er, and it turned out he really couldn’t: Ye Yu couldn’t even find where that corner of the robe had gone. It was probably manifested to Liu Yuenong or to Heng Xuanzhen.
Mm... he wondered how the two of them were doing right now.
Meanwhile, in Ancient Sword Gorge—
Heng Xuanzhen slowly opened her eyes. Looking at the wreckage all around, confusion glimmered in her gaze.
What was going on?
Hadn’t she already fallen?
How was she back in the Divine Alliance?
And time seemed half rewound: the Divine Alliance was still in ruins, and her cultivation had regressed to peak Ancient God Realm.
If so, then what exactly were all those things that happened before?
A dream?
But why had it felt so real?
The comfort, the ache, the loneliness—every emotion had landed so completely.
And Ye Yu...
At the figure in her heart, Heng Xuanzhen couldn’t help clenching her fists.
With that clench, she suddenly felt something in her right hand.
She looked down to see a strip of divine-robe cloth resting in her palm.
In an instant, every scene flashed through her mind again.
During Ye Yu’s battle with Yin Yu, his divine robe had already been damaged.
When the two of them finally separated, Ye Yu had shoved her away to let her live, and the already fragile robe tore.
One corner had ended up clenched in her hand.
Since the robe was here now, that meant everything that had happened before wasn’t false.
It was real—every last bit of it was real.
But if it was all real, why had she returned to Ancient Sword Gorge?
And her strength restored to what it had been?
Was this time reversal?
No. It shouldn’t be.
If time had truly reversed, there shouldn’t be a piece of Ye Yu’s divine robe in her palm.
But if not time reversal, how could she explain being alive again and back here?
Heng Xuanzhen’s mind was a tangle.
Very soon, she thought of an extremely bad possibility.
To confirm it, she sped for Tongtian Pavilion.
In only two hours, she arrived.
Inside Tongtian Pavilion, she met a demon god she didn’t know.
She hurried forward. “Do you know where Ye Yu is?”
“Ye Yu? Who’s that? And who are you? Don’t you know only demon gods are allowed to walk these halls?”
The demon god looked completely puzzled.
A flash of sword light—and he was decapitated on the spot.
A Tongtian Pavilion demon god who didn’t even know Ye Yu deserved death.
After that, Heng Xuanzhen sought out Luo Shu, the Guardian Great Saint.
He, too, looked puzzled to see her.
Before he could speak, Heng Xuanzhen slammed him against the wall.
“Tell me—where is Ye Yu?”
She knew Ye Yu and Luo Shu were on good terms.
So she skipped the useless “Do you know him?” and went straight to the point.
Luo Shu looked utterly at a loss.
“Who? Ye Yu? I don’t know him! If you’ve got the guts, put me down!”
At those words, Heng Xuanzhen felt as if struck by lightning.
Her voice trembled as she asked again, carefully, “Great Saint, tell me the truth. This is very important. Ye Yu is very important to me.”
“I’m happy you address me as Great Saint, but pinning me to a wall and demanding whether I know Ye Yu—that’s not good. I already told you, I really don’t know him. If you still—”
Before he finished, Heng Xuanzhen let him go. He slid down the wall on his own—
—and landed hard on his butt.
Luo Shu was just winding up to unleash a torrent of words when he suddenly saw a tear track down Heng Xuanzhen’s face.
He froze.
Wait—wasn’t he the one being bullied here? Why was she crying?
Heng Xuanzhen raised her head to the moon, a deep bitterness in her heart.
Master, I think I’ve truly fallen into madness. Before the grand work of avenging the Divine Alliance has even begun, I’ve gone completely insane.
It’s fake. All of it is fake.
Even this Tongtian Pavilion is fake.
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