Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

The old rogue glanced at Ye Yuchan, whose stomach was clearly churning, and said calmly, "Bear with it, we'll be there soon. If you throw it up now, you'll be the brightest star in the crowd, and those barbecue vendors will find you immediately."

Upon hearing the word "barbecue," Ye Yuchan immediately straightened up and forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit.

There was no other way; she didn't want to get her guts out, let alone be targeted by those barbecue vendors.

World Changes —

As they stepped onto the last step, the world before Yunping and Ye Yuchan suddenly opened up before them.

The second floor of the palace is different from the first floor. Although the first floor is incredibly large, it is only used as a hall. The second floor of this palace, however, does not feel like the interior of a palace at all.

Because it is surrounded by countless buildings with unique artistic styles, including houses, workshops, restaurants, and a series of distinctive buildings that are incomprehensible but give people a sense of holiness.

On the bustling street, all sorts of humanoid demons dressed in crimson Taoist robes were talking to each other, sometimes pausing to look up at the sky, sometimes kneeling and chanting something.

This place is completely... a city.

The scorching sun hung in the azure sky, and a fiery phoenix seemed to flicker faintly in the center of the sun. Although there were no flames enveloping us here, the temperature was no lower than outside.

And more importantly...

When Ye Yuchan pushed her wheelchair to the center of this city-state-like area, a shadow fell over her head.

Yunping and she turned their heads at the same time and saw more than a dozen burly and tall demons.

They all have crimson horns on their heads, and their skin is also extremely red. Their facial features are not much different from those of humans, but their physiques, which are three meters tall, are something that mere humans cannot achieve.

One of the demons, who was a little shorter (about 2.5 meters tall), was wearing a distinctive crimson-gold long robe and carrying a heavy ancient book. He slowly stepped out from the crowd.

He gazed at the two people before him, slowly closed the ancient book, and spoke in an exceptionally calm and solemn tone.

"you……"

"You're an outsider, right?"

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I haven't been feeling well lately...

The quality seems to have declined somewhat, sigh... headache.

57. The only one who could be saved was beyond help.

Surprisingly, the group of people below, who were known for their sociability and extreme xenophobia, did not request to barbecue the two outsiders, Yun Ping and Ye Yuchan, on the spot.

On the contrary—

Those heads, which should have been arrogant, slowly lowered, as if they held the utmost respect for Ye Yuchan. Although their gloomy faces could not be seen, their humble posture of bowing at a ninety-degree angle still showed that they had no ill intentions.

Old Yun didn't believe anyone would bend over and bow their head in front of lamb skewers while barbecuing.

"god……"

Deep, magnetic words came from the tall, muscular figure as he embraced the ancient book on his chest, respectfully pressing it against his heart.

god?

Yu Chan looked at the demon who was bowing to her with a humble posture, and her mind suddenly couldn't quite process it.

She was just an ordinary cultivator, how did she suddenly become a god?

Before she could react, the deep voice came again—

"...said they wanted to see you."

……

These days, why do people still pause for ten seconds on purpose when they're not finishing their sentences?

Ye Yuchan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Yun Ping, whose face was full of understanding, her meaning clear—

What to do?

"What else can we do?" Yun Ping stared at the ancient book being held in the arms of the demon, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "According to him, that [God] should have already discovered us. Besides, we came here specifically for him, so we can't just back down now."

Upon closer reflection, that is indeed the case.

Earlier, Yunping released his divine sense to make sure he hadn't come to another space. It's estimated that it was at that moment that Yang Queyinghuo, who was far away in the palace, noticed it.

If he were to use his divine sense elsewhere and conceal it slightly, he might not be able to detect it. But this is his palace, his territory. If he still can't detect it, then this ultimate position is just a hollow title.

Ye Yuchan nodded subtly, glancing somewhat timidly at the demon before her, whose head remained bowed and who held the two of them in utmost respect, and asked softly, "So, what are we now...?"

"I……"

He spoke again, and just like before, it was only one word.

And it's worth mentioning that this time he also drew out the final sound of the word "I" for an exceptionally long time—

Ye Yuchan and Yun Ping just stared at him, and he continued to drawl out the sound as if nothing had happened, for about half a minute—

It has to be admitted that the demons have been holding on for quite a while.

"...I've come to take you to God."

Yunping guessed that this guy's breath wasn't long enough; if he had been a little longer, he could have dragged out this sentence until the next era began.

After saying this, he straightened his back, nodded blankly to Ye Yuchan, and then stepped aside to make way for Ye Yuchan and Yun Ping.

"please……"

After saying that, he suddenly stood still, without even blinking.

Ten seconds later—

"...Come with me."

Was that ancient book used to knock something out of the demon's head?

Watching the demons finally begin to walk like normal creatures, Ye Yuchan tugged at Yun Ping's sleeve beside her, her expression complex:

"You old scoundrel, don't tell me this is also a characteristic of some monster race..."

“No…” Yunping’s lips twitched: “Obviously, it’s just that he has something wrong with his head.”

Following behind this demon, Yun Ping and Ye Yuchan slowly ventured deeper into this city-state-like area.

To be more precise—we have arrived at the center of the city-state.

Although this is inside a palace, it seems to be reinforced with a spatial array, and at a high level, at least seventh rank or higher. Judging from the location, there is more than one such array.

The second floor seemed to be specifically arranged for these demons to live in. The houses were mostly simple, and even those that were decorated had a somewhat bizarre style. There was no way to expect the demons' aesthetics to be the same as human aesthetics. They didn't think that gold, jade, or turquoise were particularly beautiful. In comparison, they preferred to mix the corpses of demons with the soil.

Sometimes, they would even bury the ashes of their deceased demon relatives in the soil, and then use the soil and their own spiritual energy to create a new house.

Therefore, there is an unwritten agreement when visiting demons—try not to touch their walls, because their ancestors might have been living inside for dozens of generations.

"here it is……"

The center of the second floor was, in fact, a replica of the capital of the Lantian Empire.

Centered on a towering tower, roads radiate outwards in all directions, with all buildings constructed along the sides of these roads, all ultimately leading to this tower.

The tower is bright red, with some scorching flame beads at its edges. Unlike ordinary towers, this tower has dozens of floors, but there are no doors or windows on each floor.

Only on the ground floor is there a large door, about three meters high, with a simple design but marked with the traces of the sun.

A pause as always—

"...Tower of God."

Tower of God.

As they uttered those three words, the demon's face radiated a holy glow of faith.

He looked every bit the devout believer.

Yes, it sounds a bit awkward to say, but that's definitely the case—

The demons who crawled out of the Abyss of Demons are meticulously dressed and steadfast believers.

—Thank goodness there is no Jesus in this world, otherwise the image of demons wearing priest robes, sprinkling holy water and shouting Hallelujah would be too jarring.

boom--

The demon placed his broad palms on either side of the door. He did not choose to push the door open or enter; he simply placed his palms on it.

What followed was a circular, four-layered array that suddenly rose from the ground beneath everyone's feet.

Before Ye Yuchan could even decipher the complex ancient characters on the formation, the sensation of falling from a great height, which had occurred once before, swept over her body again.

"Thus...I came before God."

hum~

In a daze, Ye Yuchan seemed to see the blazing sun shining brightly under a pure white light.

That's the sun.

Without a doubt, the real sun.

But in the end, that was just an "appearance," because what was presented before them was a creature that could not be called the sun.

huge.

The moment Ye Yuchan saw the creature, she couldn't think of any other word to describe it except "enormous".

Because it was unusually large, and frighteningly large.

The flame feathers were orange-gold, dazzling like blocks of iron molten at high temperatures. Those feathers alone were estimated to be as large as an average human dwelling; at least Ye Yuchan could see them clearly.

Looking around, there was nothing but that enormous creature.

Indeed, this place is a sea of ​​fire, but if you have to put it into words, the flames are itself; they are restless and turbulent, like the flames of the ocean.

"Hey, this is way too..."

Before she knew it, Ye Yuchan began to feel the heat.

It's really hot—

Previously, because Yu Chan kept complaining about the heat, the old rogue cast several spells to isolate her from the scorching heat. The reason she still felt hot before was purely psychological.

But things are different now.

She could sense that the old rogue's technique for insulating against heat seemed to have developed subtle cracks.