What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1277

Ye Yu tucked the organized notes into his robe and stepped up to the passage leading to the Celestial World. He was just about to enter when he stopped.

He’d spotted signs of damage along the passage.

It wasn’t broken, but hairline cracks ran through it.

That made him curious. Was this deliberate sabotage? Or collateral damage from some battle?

If it was the latter, there was nothing to discuss.

But if it was deliberate—what was the saboteur after?

Ye Yu couldn’t make sense of it.

He entered the passage and arrived in the Celestial World.

There, he checked the passages to the Demon Realm and the Underworld and found damage of varying degrees on both.

For now, it wasn’t severe; without a careful inspection, no one would notice these small details.

If one fruit is bad, it could be an accident.

If all the fruits are bad, you can rule out “accident.”

Someone was deliberately sabotaging the passages of the Lower Five Realms.

And their strength wasn’t ordinary—otherwise, how could they shake such colossal structures?

But why do this?

People always have reasons for what they do.

Acting without awareness is what fools do.

What good would destroying passages do for them?

Ye Yu couldn’t help but frown slightly.

Right then, he noticed the space around him begin to warp.

This was the omen of shattering the void—the sign right before ascending to the God Realm.

It seemed his time was running short.

He drew in his aura at once and headed toward the Wuwei Tower.

He didn’t dare move too fast.

Right now he was like he had been back in the mortal world:

he couldn’t afford any large movements.

He’d suppressed his cultivation too hard. He should have gone to the God Realm already; delaying this long had pushed the power in his body to a critical point.

At any moment, he might shatter the void and be gone.

It left Ye Yu with a sense of helplessness.

Had he known, he wouldn’t have studied the passage problem.

But it was too late to say anything now; moving quickly and steadily was the safest course.

As time passed, the warp under his feet worsened.

Luckily, the Wuwei Tower was less than a hundred li away now—if he could just hold out a little longer, he’d be fine.

Ye Yu let out a slow, turbid breath.

Just then, a figure barred his way.

From the demon horns on the figure’s head and the thin, gaunt frame, it was clear the other was a Fallen Demon.

“Why are you forcing down your cultivation instead of moving on to the next realm?” the demon asked.

“It’s none of your concern. Move, or die.”

Ye Yu kept his pace as even as possible, his voice ice-cold.

It was only because he was at such a critical juncture that he couldn’t make a move.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have wasted words on a stranger from the demon race.

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