Before the Demon Realm’s rebellion against Heaven, everything Hua Jiuming had done proceeded flawlessly.
This filled him with great joy.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he could shatter the void anew and step into the Celestial Realm.
No—more precisely, once the Demon Realm’s rebellion was complete and he obtained the Tears of the Celestial River, he could go to the Celestial Realm at will.
To avoid wasting any time, after gathering the refining materials Hua Jiuming immediately began his cultivation, preparing for the void-shattering.
But gradually he sensed something was wrong.
His cultivation seemed to have been frozen—no matter how he practiced, he couldn’t advance even a fraction.
He remained stuck at the late Demon Emperor Realm, unable to progress.
This was not a matter of cultivation time.
Using his prior methods, aided by the celestial materials Qu Zhengding provided, he should at least have set one foot into the peak Demon Emperor Realm.
That he could not advance proved there must be more to the legend of Mount Wuwang.
Those fortunate enough to return to the Lower Five Realms could not re-enter the Celestial Realm.
That would never do!
If he could not return to the Celestial Realm, how could he exact his revenge? What, then, had all his efforts amounted to?
Fury welled in Hua Jiuming’s heart, yet not a trace of despair or defeat.
Since childhood he had endured the impossible—through every trial until his godhood.
So what was one more impossibility?
Hua Jiuming’s favorite feat was turning the impossible into the possible!
If the normal path to the Celestial Realm was closed, then he would take an abnormal one.
Hua Jiuming began scouring the Lower Five Realms for peak Emperor-Realm powerhouses, while launching a new round of material gathering.
His plan was simple: catch a free ride.
When an Emperor‐Realm warrior shattered the void and ascended to the Celestial Realm, he would seize the opportunity to go with them.
But his current body alone would not suffice—he needed an even stronger physique to breach the Celestial barrier.
Perhaps by luck, while searching the Underworld for body‐reinforcing materials, Hua Jiuming actually came upon an Emperor-Realm powerhouse ready at any moment to shatter the void and ascend.
Just the person he sought.
Her name was Shen Fuxin.
When Ye Yu saw this, his expression lit up with delight.
The world truly is round.
Even without a direct meeting, some people reconnect in the most unexpected ways.
As Ye Yu saw in Hua Jiuming’s memories, Shen Fuxin was still sitting where the two had first met in the Underworld.
By this point she should long since have shattered the void and entered the Celestial Realm.
Yet she had not gone—she even changed into a purple robe.
Ye Yu suddenly recalled that in the Celestial Realm, after he casually remarked, “You look beautiful in purple,” Shen Fuxin had worn purple robes ever since.
He hadn’t expected that even back here she would remember that moment.
Ye Yu smiled warmly.
In the memory, Hua Jiuming realized Shen Fuxin was waiting for someone.
With her cultivation, she could have entered the Celestial Realm whenever she pleased—but she chose instead to sit by the lake in quiet vigil.
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