142. The Demon Reveals Its True Form

Luo Yu had been busy lately: the library was filled with countless books, and finding what he needed was no easy task—his divine sense could not extend, so he had to rely on his naked eyes.

Fortunately, his eyesight was excellent. He could scan a bookshelf at a glance to identify titles, only needing to verify whether the content within was what he sought. After a week of hard labor, he finally made some progress; for an ordinary person, it would likely take half a year to finish reading them.

Luo Yu held the hard-won ancient texts—"The Annals of Navalam," "The Genesis Oracle," and "The Book of Naka"—and sat on the floor, reading with great enthusiasm.

"...The continent inhabited by the Gandaya people sank... the descendants were scattered... their third eye vanished, and the Naka people were born..."

"...The God said: They are my young children, and they shall come from the northwest..."

"...The sky turned pitch black, and the mountains gushed with blood... Navalam was hidden by God beneath the sea, and the great waters swallowed the land..."

The contents of these ancient books were incredibly obscure, yet Luo Yu found them fascinating.

From these books, it appeared that Earth had experienced several civilizations. The earlier ones were untraceable, but the existing Kara people and the Titan giants were the fourth and third generations of Earth’s creatures, respectively.

Luo Yu had heard rumors about the giants: their skeletal remains had been discovered in Thailand, among the Indigenous peoples of the Americas, in Greece, and in the United States. However, the ancestors of the Atlanteans came from beyond the heavens, existing concurrently with the Kara people. They possessed telepathic abilities, were adept at using light energy, and lived decadent, pleasure-seeking lives. After their land was submerged by the flood, these peculiar beings realized they would go extinct, so they desperately mated with aquatic creatures, eventually giving birth to a biological hybrid—the merfolk—and managed to preserve their bloodline before extinction.

After reading through the books, Luo Yu was shocked to find that the date of the continent's sinking coincided perfectly with the "prehistoric great flood" legend in human history.

This flood occurred globally, causing prehistoric civilizations to perish one by one. It was recorded in every ancient human civilization: China, Egypt, Maya, Babylon... even the Bible stated that God felt humanity at the time was beyond salvation and thus "formatted" the Earth.

Could the real reason be that the sinking of this continent caused a super-tsunami?

But why would the "Creator God" leave this territory for the cultivators? Had he already foreseen that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would become insufficient? Or was the drastic change in spiritual energy caused by this Creator God absorbing it all, thereby triggering the tragedy of the cultivation world?

Perhaps he discovered that due to the scarcity of spiritual energy, cultivators would eventually go extinct, and he had no choice but to sacrifice a portion of them just to create this utopia where they could survive...

This protective Creator God had marked off this continent and hidden it, preventing the surviving ordinary creatures from finding it, and had struck a deal with the indigenous Kara people... This transactional approach clearly didn't look like he was treating his own kind, which suggested that the origin of the Kara people had nothing to do with this Creator God—could it be that only Eastern cultivators carried the other party's genes?

However, since cultivators were fellow beings created by God, why was he so cruel to the powerful cultivators of that time? Why did he not save them, knowing they were headed toward death?

What was the meaning of such contradictory behavior? The thoughts of gods were indeed unfathomable...

Luo Yu closed the book and sighed softly: perhaps the other party had their own difficulties. He still hadn't found anything of substantial help in these books... Was he destined to spend the rest of his life on this continent? Leaving his home behind was so melancholic... He would miss the Nitian Palace and the human world on the surface. Although the air there was polluted and people's hearts were unpredictable, there was sunshine there...

When Luo Yu returned to the guest palace, the sky had already darkened, and Qin Yue had returned as well.

That night, Luo Yu buried himself in Qin Yue’s arms and said gloomily, "I've read the books. Let's leave this place. We haven't cultivated for a long time, and we have many things to do. I need to find a quiet place and create a sealing spell, otherwise, we won't be able to go home after we level up."

Qin Yue pulled him tighter and kissed his cheek. "Alright... what did the books say?"

"They said... let me tell you a story!"

The next morning, Qin Yue took Luo Yu to find Leiteyin, gifted him a jade slip, and taught him how to view its contents. Given the strength of the Kara people's mental power, reading the jade slip was no problem. The slip contained detailed records of various martial arts techniques and theories, as well as some of Qin Yue’s personal insights.

Leiteyin was surprised. "You are leaving already?"

Qin Yue said calmly, "Please convey our thanks to His Majesty. We have disturbed you for too long, and we have urgent matters to attend to, so we must depart."

Leiteyin’s emotions were complex; he felt a sense of relief mixed with sadness for Kanmiluo, yet he ultimately did not ask them to stay.

Kanmiluo was busy handling state affairs at the time. Qin Yue used the excuse of the Emperor’s busy schedule to override any objections, preventing his family from having to say farewell in person. The group left unceremoniously, which was quite unkind.

After returning to Cannila, Qin Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone began packing the various magical household items, souvenirs, and ornaments they had purchased in Lumadra, intending to ship everything back home. They didn't plan to sell the house; they would keep it as a vacation villa to stay in when they returned for the festival next year. The old man was still looking forward to seeing the celebrations in Xilanibula.

Just as the family had packed their belongings and were ready to leave, the sound of rhythmic running and carriages approached from outside the door, followed immediately by a familiar and anxious voice: "Qin Yue! Qin Yue! Are you still there?"

When Qin Yue heard the voice, his face turned green.

Luo Yu said in surprise, "Oh, it's Emperor Miluo! He actually came out of the palace!" This guy was truly respectful to talent; he hadn't hesitated to "visit the thatched cottage" for it! He really was a good emperor who loved his people like his own children. It was worth all the time Qin Yue had spent training his soldiers.

Before Qin Yue could react, a figure appeared at the gate. His eyes swept anxiously into the room, and upon finding Qin Yue, he visibly relaxed. Then, his expression turned mournful, and he said pitifully, "Are... are you leaving? But..."

The old man felt terrible, but since there was a language barrier, he could only say to Luo Yu, "This person is too kind. Explain to him quickly, or perhaps invite him for a meal before we go?"

Just as Luo Yu was wondering how to start, Kanmiluo said in a dejected tone, "Even if you must leave... please, please allow me to host a farewell banquet for you, will you?" He looked at Qin Yue infatuatedly, his eyes filled with raw longing and despair, so intense that Qin Yue felt a shiver run down his spine, fearing Luo Yu might notice something.

Fortunately, Luo Yu was busy agonizing over how to apologize. Bai Wuhuo, however, stepped forward calmly, blocking the view between Luo Yu and the Emperor.

Seeing Bai Wuhuo’s move, Qin Yue’s eyes flickered: The fox spirit had figured it out.

Fearing that the Emperor might say something else strange, Qin Yue spoke up. After a week of understanding, he knew this Emperor was not the type to use force; as long as they didn't have a falling out, they would surely be able to leave smoothly.

Qin Yue’s reply did not make the Emperor happy—it was just a farewell dinner, and after eating, he would be gone... He was heartbroken again. Why was it that the people he liked could never be kept?

In the magnificent banquet hall, the lights were brilliant, and all kinds of delicacies filled the wide dining table.

The Kara Emperor ordered his servants to bring out immortal fruit wine that had been stored for thousands of years to bid farewell to his love. This immortal wine was brewed from the finest fruits; neither its alcohol nor medicinal properties were strong, making it incredibly delicious and perfect for ordinary beings to drink. The first flagon had barely been served for a few minutes before it was completely finished by the "foodies" of the Luo family.

Seeing this, the Emperor ordered his servants to bring the entire wine cellar, just to let them drink their fill. Bai Wuhuo, who greatly appreciated the generous Emperor, praised him while secretly pouring wine into a jade bottle, tucking it into his Qiankun necklace once full, and switching to another.

Leiteyin sat in a corner of the banquet, silently watching the person he loved gulp down cup after cup of wine. As the man drank more, his gaze lingered on the beautiful youth for longer and longer, growing increasingly sorrowful. Leiteyin looked away, poured himself a cup, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Luo Yu was busy gnawing on poultry wings, his eyes filled only with food and drink: With such a huge spread, he had to eat to his heart's content! Otherwise, what a waste!

Qin Yue sat beside Luo Yu, unable to eat, feeling restless. The gaze from the person opposite him was becoming increasingly uncontrollable; the moment Luo Yu looked up, nothing would be hidden, and he would surely be very unhappy.

To avoid upsetting Luo Yu, Qin Yue said calmly, "I'm a bit full, I'll go out to walk it off. If you've finished eating, call me."

Luo Yu didn't even look up. "Go, run a couple of laps in the garden and come back to eat. Food is the fuel of life, your stamina is too weak!"

Qin Yue responded and turned to leave the hall.

The garden outside was as large as a forest. Walking through it felt like entering a fairy-tale labyrinth: glowing fine vines were wrapped around ancient trees, and beneath them were clusters of rose-colored "mushrooms," some as large as half a person, others the size of a fist, their surfaces emitting a faint fluorescence. Bushes overflowed with fragrant flowers, and dense, fine grass covered the ground; stepping on it felt like walking on clouds—very soft and comfortable.

Qin Yue squatted down and took out a jade box to collect some grass seeds. Just as he put the box away in his bracelet, he caught a faint scent of wine.

He turned around and couldn't help but frown.

"Why did you come out?" Qin Yue said coldly.

"I..." Kanmiluo looked at him sorrowfully. "Do you... know how I adore you?"

"..."

"I fell for you... at first sight. But... why are you leaving me... so soon?" Kanmiluo staggered as he walked. "I want to ask you to stay... to pour out my heart to you... would you be willing to stay? I would be a... very... very good partner."

Qin Yue stepped back calmly. "Thank you for the misplaced affection, but I already have a partner."

"What?" Kanmiluo’s heart was shaken violently. "Are you... trying to deceive me? Why have I never seen... him with you?"

Qin Yue thought silently for a moment and decided not to hide it anymore. "Luo Yu is always with me."

Kanmiluo couldn't believe it. "But he is just a child! You... you..."

Qin Yue said calmly, "We are both adults. Your Majesty, have you forgotten the characteristics of the Eastern God Clan?"

Kanmiluo froze, his mind in a state of confusion. *The characteristics of the Eastern God Clan?* He seemed to have heard someone mention it a few years ago while watching the festival competition... They all looked like children... But he had no private dealings with the Eastern God Clan, so who would remember such details... *So, they were actually lovers...*

A massive wave of bitterness welled up from the bottom of his heart. Kanmiluo swayed, feeling the alcohol rushing to his head, making him dizzy. "But he is clearly a little boy... How can you and he... become lovers?"

Qin Yue had a headache: it was clearly impossible to reason with a drunkard. Not wanting to get entangled, he turned to walk back to the banquet hall.

"Don't go!" Kanmiluo suddenly chased after him, grabbing Qin Yue’s arm tightly. "Stay... listen to me, will you? He is too young... I love you, and I will... give you everything..."

Qin Yue pushed him impatiently, but the guy was surprisingly strong. Just as he pulled his arm away, the man embraced him.

Kanmiluo, jostled by Qin Yue, finally succumbed to the alcohol. His brain could no longer think; his only thought was to hold the person in his arms tightly, lest he disappear. He begged incessantly, "Don't go... don't... I won't let you leave..."

Qin Yue was annoyed and kicked his knee, but he hadn't expected the drunkard to be holding on so tightly. The two of them toppled over onto the grass. The man didn't even feel the pain from the kick; instead, he acted like a madman, pinning Qin Yue down and trying to kiss his lips.

Qin Yue hurriedly turned his head, and the guy buried his face in his neck, sucking hard.

Qin Yue’s face was pitch black: he had roamed the world for years and had never suffered such a disadvantage! A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his hand, shaped like a knife, slashed down fiercely at the man's neck—just as it seemed the man would either die or be severely injured, a gust of wind swept across his face, and his hand was caught by someone.

"It's you," Qin Yue said coldly. "You've learned well!"

Leiteyin’s eyes were burning with rage as he glared at Qin Yue. "Please forgive His Majesty’s rudeness; he is drunk!"

Qin Yue suppressed his anger and narrowed his eyes. "Does being drunk excuse him to do whatever he wants?"

Leiteyin didn't answer and lowered his head, trying hard to pry the drunkard’s hands away. Qin Yue didn't argue further, and the two worked together to finally separate the drunkard from Qin Yue. However, the drunkard hadn't been injured and still had his strength. He suddenly turned and hugged Leiteyin, kissing his chest in a daze. "Don't be afraid... don't reject me..."

Leiteyin’s burly body stiffened.

Seeing this, Qin Yue sneered. "Very good. This is how it should be. Don't you adore him? If you don't make your move now, when will you?"

Leiteyin had also drunk quite a bit of wine. Being held and ignited by the person he had secretly loved for so long, he wanted to push him away but felt as if he were bound by magic, completely unable to move.

Qin Yue leaned close to Leiteyin’s ear and whispered, "He asked for this... you can't be blamed. If you hadn't arrived in time, he... this life, this person, would be yours... If you are afraid of being blamed by him, just blame it on me..."

He gently took Leiteyin’s hand and placed something in his palm. "Just say I forced you to do it. Whether you do it or not is up to you." Having said that, he sneered and flicked his sleeve, walking away.

Leiteyin opened his palm to look. A pink pill lay there, smelling strangely, making his blood surge. Qin Yue’s seduction played over and over in his ears, and the person in his arms added fuel to the fire... The dark river of desire deep in his heart surged, crashing against his weakest defenses. Something was snapping and collapsing—

Pinned to the ground by Kanmiluo, Leiteyin thought in a chaotic haze: *He’s right... this person was meant to be mine; why should I hold back? If his eyes aren't on me, I’ll force him to look at me... This pill... it’s completely unnecessary!*

He flung the pill into the bushes, flipped Kanmiluo over, and kissed him fiercely.