In the long history of the Demon Realm, there have been countless powerhouses.
Many demon gods once shattered the void and entered the God Realm.
After stepping into a new realm, they wanted to gather every demon god together, twist into a single rope, and plant the Demon Realm’s banner high.
They vowed to found a force called Tongtian Pavilion.
Any demon who later entered the God Realm could join, allowing the force to grow ever stronger.
This is recorded in an ancient book.
And it was only discovered in recent times.
For the past hundred thousand years, the Demon Race had no idea a true God Realm existed above the Celestial World, so they treated this book like a light, feel-good read.
But when the recent discoveries proved that becoming a god is real—
—the book was elevated to a supreme manual, and numerous Demon Emperor realm experts began studying it word by word.
Beyond that, many demons started searching for other ancient texts.
They found that the name Tongtian Pavilion appeared more than once in other books as well.
Which may well show that this force truly exists.
Fallen Demon Cui Yachun’s dream was simple: ride the autumn wind, scrape resources, then hoist himself up to the God Realm and personally look for this Tongtian Pavilion, to meet those ancient demon gods who had only ever existed in books.
To see their heroic bearing with his own eyes.
To grow stronger under the shelter of these titans.
Of course, the best would be to grow quickly, stand as an equal with the forebears, and point at rivers and mountains to chart their course.
Such is what a great demon god should be.
Too bad Cui Yachun’s startup collapsed halfway—he ran into °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Ye Yu and popped like a bubble.
His dream ended there.
But the matter piqued Ye Yu’s interest.
A force founded tens of millions of years ago? The techniques in its Treasury Pavilion would all be the lifeblood of ancient demon gods. If he could read them, he would surely gain new insight.
Even if he couldn’t use them later, he could pass them to Luo Ning and Jiang Jinhe.
Only, why had he never heard of this name while in the God Realm?
Tongtian Pavilion, Tongtian Pavilion—it even sounded more like a Celestial World sect’s name. How could it be a demon force?
Ye Yu couldn’t figure it out for the moment.
But based on Fallen Demon Cui Yachun’s memories, he still set off north to take a look around.
The ancient text recorded that the forebears unanimously decided to build Tongtian Pavilion in the extreme north.
That way later arrivals could find it easily.
Say what you will—just from that setup alone, they truly intended to make it big in the God Realm.
It also counted as pointing out a clear road for those who came after.
It’s just that in these past hundreds of thousands of years, the Demon Realm truly produced no talent—no one became a god. The demon gods of Tongtian Pavilion must be disappointed, no?
Two days later.
Ye Yu arrived at the extreme north.
“Extreme north” meant exactly that—any farther lay a Blameless Divine River.
It flowed without end, yet it carried a thick breath of death.
Whether it was because of that river or not, Ye Yu felt the sky here was ashen and heavy, pressing down on the heart.
Especially with that ancient city steeped in demonic aura—it made the oppressive feeling absolute.
The Tongtian Pavilion plaque was huge, only it hung a little crooked.
“Welcome, fellow demon, to Tongtian Pavilion! From today you are the alliance leader of Tongtian Pavilion!”
Now the whole “divine alliance” was down to two characters: bleak and desolate.
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