At thirty-seven, Ye Yu, by mastering the Path of Fusion, had at last broken through into the Emperor Realm.
Sure enough, it was the Path of Dreams that he had grasped most quickly and that suited him best—simple and direct.
That year, reports of a strange figure “seeking a body” grew ever more rampant.
In the first half, countless members of the Demon Race had been slaughtered, and survivors began migrating toward the Celestial Realm and the Underworld.
In the latter half, it was the Underworld that suffered!
The same body-seeker had ventured there, unleashing waves of bloodshed and terror.
Or rather, terror among ghosts!
This matter attracted widespread attention.
Everyone speculated what sort of background this body-seeker had, and why he acted with such utter disregard for logic.
Yes, utterly illogical!
Everyone knew the Underworld belonged to ghosts—fallen souls.
How could any living body exist there?
They might as well be asking for trouble!
Over time, Ye Yu’s curiosity was piqued.
Someone capable of cutting through both the Demon and Underworld Realms—and against whom even Emperor-Realm experts proved no match—might be a false god, after all.
If so, he would at least need to secure that god-soul, see if it could fuse with others, and piece together the mightiest god-soul in history.
What a challenge that would be!
With a snap of his fingers, Ye Yu, accompanied by his newly fused celestial beast, Xiao Bai, entered the Underworld.
The moment he emerged from the portal, that familiar chill swept over him, filling him with nostalgia.
Indeed, he had not set foot in the Underworld for quite some time.
Yet it was completely different from before.
Ye Yu’s eyes widened at the sight: the ghostly mountains and ruined ghost cities of his memories lay in shambles.
Not a single wandering spirit or vengeful ghost remained in sight.
Even the ghost qi was far thinner than he remembered.
Is this really the Underworld? he wondered, feeling as if he had come to the wrong place.
Driven by curiosity, Ye Yu soared thousands of li, finally descending above a dilapidated ghost city.
Touching down, he peered into the shadows and called out, “Come out. How long do you plan to hide?”
But there was no response.

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