Yinghuo’s expression grew intensely strange. She stared at Ye Yu for a long moment, her eyes reflecting a thousand untold stories.
“You’re staring at me like that—what’s the matter?” she finally asked.
Ye Yu pinched the bridge of his nose, awkwardly averting his gaze. It was really rude to just stare at someone like that.
Yinghuo spoke softly, “You’re not newly arrived in the Divine Realm—how could you ask such a brainless question? You even stayed by that drunkard Su Tian’s side; you should know some basics!”
“Many gods know of Wuwang Mountain,” she continued, “but that doesn’t mean they ever actually see it. Wuwang Mountain appears and vanishes every half-hour, changing location. No one can predict exactly where it will be. Only those with great fate can glimpse it—otherwise, you won’t find Wuwang Mountain, let alone Wuzhong Mountain.”
“As for why I cast my body into the Mortal Realm, it was simple,” she sighed. “I couldn’t bear to watch Shen Kangren devour my divine form piece by piece! Ugh—it was the most nauseating sight imaginable. Even thinking about it now makes me sick!” She rubbed her shoulders in disgust, her face twisted at the memory.
Ye Yu forced a polite smile and remained silent, reminding himself to stay composed. After all, he had agreed to pose as a reborn god—he mustn’t let his cultivation leaps raise suspicion.
Just as he prepared to ask more, he felt Little White’s claws tighten sharply on his shoulder. Instantly alert, he looked forward—and saw a familiar figure not far off.
It was Tai Shi Xiaoxin, leader of the Wuzhong Mountain Alliance—eyes vacant, huge pools of blood seeping around him.
Ye Yu rose to his feet and, in a firm voice, called out, “Evil God!”
He was testing the waters. The Wuzhong Mountain gods had agreed that, when a comrade’s identity couldn’t be confirmed, one must shout their slogan: “Evil God must die!” Even Tai Shi Xiaoxin, as alliance leader, would be bound by it.
Several breaths passed without response. Ye Yu sensed something was terribly wrong and prepared to flee with Yinghuo—but she merely shook her head.
Too late.
Only then did Ye Yu realize the heavy stench of blood all around them.
“Goddess Yinghuo, I can’t believe you’re allied with this madman!” a soft, effeminate voice whispered.
His eyes glowed madly as a dozen arms sprouted from his gaunt frame, which ballooned grotesquely. His divine robe threatened to tear, but he seemed entirely at ease in this monstrous form.
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