A gaunt silhouette drifted ahead, its wide white robe billowing in the wind, a hideous mask covering its face.
Such a guise belonged to an old acquaintance of Ye Yu: the God of Inner Demons.
Damn it.
He had barely arrived in the Celestial Realm and already run into that old bastard.
His luck was almost too strong.
Sensing Ye Yu’s watchful gaze, the God of Inner Demons turned his head slightly and glanced at him.
Just as he was about to turn away, suddenly violet demonic runes flared all around him, and he vanished without a trace.
Such a scene left Ye Yu baffled.
What was going on?
Could that have been an illusion?
Impossible—such intense pressure could only come from the true body.
Had something urgent come up, forcing «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» him to leave in haste?
Whatever the reason, it was good for Ye Yu.
After all, at his current strength he was still no match for such an ancient god-clan member; it was wiser to stay safe for now.
After this encounter, Ye Yu became all the more cautious.
He began to search the surroundings with his divine sense, advancing carefully.
Half an hour later, Ye Yu arrived in front of a village.
Yes, it was a simple, rustic village composed of a dozen thatched huts.
Buildings like these existed only in the Mortal Realm; nowhere else—not even among the common folk of the Underworld or the Demon Realm, let alone the Celestial Realm!
Seeing this here felt wildly out of place.
Most astonishing of all, thin wisps of smoke rose from some of the huts.
It was so ordinary!

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