CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 508: BREAKING THROUGH THE SECOND LAYER OF DIVINE SOVEREIGN REALM

Although Ye Yun had taken out a God-level Immortal Boat, he hadn’t truly activated it. After all, the martial arts competition for marriage at the Supreme Forgetful Love Palace was not scheduled to be held for another month. There was plenty of time for the journey.

The flight speed of the Celestial Boat seemed very slow to Ye Yun, but it was still a little faster than their anticipated schedule. It took only twenty days for the two of them to enter the Supreme Realm.

Another day passed.

Finally, this Celestial Boat arrived at the edge of the Supreme Forgetful Love Palace’s sphere of influence, thousands of miles away.

Just then, BANG!

Ye Yun’s body shifted slightly. In that instant, his cultivation base unexpectedly advanced to the Second Layer of God Respect Realm.

"Fellow Daoist! Your breakthrough couldn’t have been more timely, could it?" Wu De, holding his smoking pipe and forgetting to smoke, widened his eyes and said in shock.

They were about to reach the Supreme Forgetful Love Palace, and this fellow actually broke through a minor realm. Was all this done on purpose? Isn’t this too much of a mockery?

Although Wu De was full of confidence in himself, now that Ye Yun had made a minor breakthrough, the gap between them had widened again. This filled him with a strong sense of crisis.

"I told you long ago that you’re no match for me, but you didn’t believe it!" Ye Yun laughed heartily.

After speaking, Ye Yun lifted his golden smoking pipe in a seemingly practiced manner, took a drag, and exhaled. The smoke formed a ring that drifted onto Wu De’s face.

"Fellow Daoist, you—you’re bullying me..." Caught off guard, Wu De choked on the smoke, coughed twice, then shouted, his face flushed red.

"Fellow Daoist, you’re mistaken. We are fellow cultivators; how could I bully you? However, in this martial arts competition for marriage, only one person can ultimately become Jade Heavenly Venerable’s husband. Thus, a battle between us is inevitable. My sudden breakthrough now was merely intended to make you aware of the challenge and persuade you to withdraw," Ye Yun said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist! I will not give up! Hmph, it’s said that Jade Heavenly Venerable is peerlessly beautiful. What man in this world wouldn’t want to hold her in his arms and delight in her company?" Wu De said indignantly.

"Very well. Once the martial arts competition for marriage begins, we’ll see who is truly stronger," Ye Yun gave a slight smile.

Ye Yun wasn’t bothered by Wu De’s reaction. He didn’t doubt Wu De’s strength; after all, Wu De was a genuine Supreme Level expert from the universe. Although only a wisp of his Primordial Spirit had descended into the body of a Demon God in this world, his combat prowess was not to be underestimated. For Wu De, fighting above his realm was naturally well within his capabilities.

After hearing Ye Yun’s words, Wu De grew sullen. He lowered his head and silently puffed on his pipe.

Seeing Wu De there, wreathed in smoke, Ye Yun gazed at the massive, towering mountain range in the distance and said with a smile, "The Supreme Forgetful Love Palace is built quite majestically. Since we’ve arrived early, shouldn’t we pay a formal visit?"

"Naturally." Wu De lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the Supreme Forgetful Love Palace, a hint of fervor in his eyes.

Just then, a streak of light flew over from the distance. It halted in mid-air before landing near the two, revealing a middle-aged, red-robed man.

The middle-aged man had a single horn on his head, blood-red eyes, and peculiar markings on his face. He was clearly not a Human Race cultivator.

"So, it’s Brother Demon God from the Yuan Mo Clan! Long time no see. I didn’t expect your esteemed self to also come to the Supreme Forgetful Love Palace." The red-robed man cupped his fists, smiling obsequiously.

Wu De took a drag from his pipe, glanced at the red-robed man before him, and grumbled irritably, "Well, well, who do we have here? If it isn’t the Blood-thirsty Demon King. You, my defeated foe, are you also interested in participating in the martial arts competition for marriage?"

"Brother Demon God, I, too, greatly covet Jade Heavenly Venerable’s beauty and wish to participate in the martial arts competition for marriage. Of course, if I were to encounter you, Brother Demon God, I would naturally concede defeat." The Blood-thirsty Demon King laughed heartily, speaking with casual ease.

Seeing how utterly shameless this fellow was, Ye Yun couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.

"This fellow Daoist... you don’t appear to be from our Demon Clan. You seem more like a Spirit of the Human Race. Are you also planning to participate?" the Blood-thirsty Demon King asked, looking at Ye Yun with surprise.

"Exactly, Fellow Daoist! You’re not from the Demon Clans, so you’re not qualified to participate in this martial arts competition for marriage! Haha, I have no opponents now!" Wu De, realizing this, smacked his forehead and burst into laughter.

Ye Yun, unfazed, smirked coldly. "My true form is a Divine Dragon, which also counts as one of the Demon Clans. Why wouldn’t I be able to participate in this martial arts competition for marriage?"

"Impossible! How can I not sense any Dragon Qi from you, Fellow Daoist?" Wu De asked, his face a mask of shock.

"Indeed! This fellow Daoist’s Super Divine Dragon Breath is pure, and I haven’t sensed any other types of breath from him!" the Blood-thirsty Demon King chimed in from the side.

His cultivation base was also at the Second Layer of God Respect Realm, but he was no match for the Demon God of the Yuan Mo Clan. Thus, at this moment, he was content to play a supporting role. Whatever Wu De said, he would echo in agreement. After all, Wu De hadn’t killed him that day, instead sparing his life. Although the Bloodthirsty Demon Clan had not submitted to the Yuan Mo Clan, in the heart of the Blood-thirsty Demon King, for a defeated opponent like himself, submission or non-submission amounted to much the same thing.

"That’s because you two are too weak to perceive it," Ye Yun said dismissively, a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

Seeing Ye Yun use their strength as a point of comparison, Wu De felt quite vexed and resumed puffing on his pipe. In Wu De’s eyes, Ye Yun was indeed an incredibly mysterious figure with an unfathomably deep background. Along the journey, Wu De had often seen this fellow Daoist consume rare spiritual pills and miraculous medicines to aid his cultivation.

This greatly irked Wu De. It wasn’t just his Yuan Mo Clan; all Demon Clans were inept at pill refining. They relied entirely on their powerful physical bodies, forcing their way up through cultivation. Although he himself knew pill refining, the Yuan Mo Clan’s foundation was poor, and their clan’s Treasure Pavilion held no exceptional heavenly materials or earthly treasures. Even if he wanted to refine pills, he simply lacked the ingredients. Truly, even a clever housewife cannot cook without rice. This was the awkward predicament Wu De faced within the Yuandemon clan.

On the Divine Land, this was true for both major Demon Clans. Both these races possessed robust physiques and incredible cultivation talent. Even without the support of medicinal pills, their cultivation progress was no slower than that of Human Race cultivators.

The Blood-thirsty Demon King glanced curiously at Wu De, puzzled. How could this mighty Demon God from the Yuan Mo Clan be so low-key? Could it be... because these two arrived together on the same Celestial Boat and knew each other well, he felt awkward about confronting this white-robed Demon Clan youth?

Thinking this, the Blood-thirsty Demon King, emboldened from who knows where, suddenly glared fiercely at Ye Yun and shouted, "You! You’re far too arrogant! Speaking so presumptuously—who gave you such audacity?"

As he spoke, the Blood-thirsty Demon King unexpectedly thrust out a large hand, grabbing forcefully towards Ye Yun. WHOOSH!

In mid-air, this large hand transformed into a cloud of blood that blotted out the sky, vast and mighty, like a colossal red net descending.

"This damned fool!" Wu De’s pupils constricted. Unable to bear watching the Blood-thirsty Demon King’s fate, he quickly closed his eyes.