“The struggle of the Great Dao—fighting Heaven, fighting Earth, fighting men—is exhausting!”
“I’ve battled for over a million years, even tens of millions, and have already become a god—why can’t I rest?”
“I have only one wish: to make this village the sole Pure Land of the Six Realms. No more conflicts, only peace and harmony! Mutual aid, no scheming, all striving together for strength!”
Chu Ge had spoken these three sentences to every god in the village. Under the influence of his sincere emotion, they all chose to remain. Shen Fuse Xin was no exception. After her lifetime of struggle, she was indeed weary. So, following the example of the other elders, she erected a thatched hut here, to recuperate and enjoy her time in the Celestial Realm.
And as Chu Ge had promised, the gods in this village truly lived in harmony—no plotting, everyone warm and open. It was a fine environment for cultivation.
After explaining this, Shen Fuse Xin paused and softly said, “Actually, if you haven’t decided your path yet, you could live here for a while. Senior Chu is very welcoming; don’t worry about him refusing.”
At these words, Ye Yu smiled but did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze outward. A pleasant bamboo flute melody drifted on the air, possessing a strange power that calmed the heart.
Shen Fuse Xin whispered, “Whenever he plays, Senior Chu soothes the heart of a Demon God here. I heard he won a demonic flute in the Demon Realm—though it aided him in slaughter, it also let inner demons possess him, making him prone to madness and cruelty. Only the flute’s call brings him relief.”
“But lately its effect has waned,” she continued, “showing that this Demon God’s inner demons have grown almost uncontrollable.”
Ye Yu raised an eyebrow. So Chu Ge really was a master flutist!
Wait—inner demons? Cruelty? Those were negative emotions! He couldn’t let them go to waste.
He hurriedly offered, “I have a technique that can restore calm. Let me try—perhaps it will be even more effective.”
Shen Fuse Xin was surprised but said nothing against it. The world was vast and full of wonders. Ye Yu had risen from the Half-Step Ghost Emperor Realm to Shren in only half a month—some unusual arts were to be expected.
She led him to a thatched hut at the village’s southern edge. Though it looked like the others, it was guarded by over a hundred formation talismans—its defense truly astounding.
A roar suddenly erupted—a lion’s roar—and a violent wave of qi burst forth, instantly activating the surrounding formation talismans, layers of talismanic scripts glowing and enveloping the area. Even so, Ye Yu felt a terrifying pressure.
A small triumph indeed. He retracted his sword-finger and looked up to see a sweat-drenched woman standing before him. She pressed a hand to her shoulder, panting, “How—how did you do that?”
Ye Yu gave her a puzzled look. Wait—who was this woman? He’d never seen her before.
As he stayed silent, she demanded again, “Answer me! How did you do that?”
Beside Ye Yu, Shen Fuse Xin hurriedly explained, “This is Senior Gu Ji, the Da Shen.”
Ye Yu’s eyes brightened. So this woman had been the three-zhang-tall berserk figure? He had assumed a male demon, but it turned out to be a River-Heart Lioness! Wildly beautiful, indeed. Though her drenched state might give the wrong impression! Ahem.
He reached out and moved Gu Ji’s right hand away, gently chiding, “Please withdraw your claws—the shoulders of my immortal robe are all torn apart.”
Only then did everyone notice: although Gu Ji had regained human form, her right hand’s claws remained razor-sharp. On Ye Yu’s robe shoulder were five deep claw marks.

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