A savage, chaotic aura seeped through the rift in the Demon Realm.
The City God—or rather, the former City God—gazed at the spatial rift leading to the Demon Realm and sighed. The plan had failed. He had received none of the benefits those High Immortals had promised, and had even been hunted down by a Mythical Beast White Dragon. Fortunately, those High Immortals had helped him plan an escape route.
Not long ago, he had felt his strength weaken and his divine power scatter.
That White Dragon divine general had stripped him of his divine office. Without it, he was only slightly stronger than a wandering ghost. Perhaps that was for the best; he could finally sever his attachments. Even with a divine office, he would merely return to reincarnation after three or five hundred years. That did not count as immortality.
He looked down at himself. His official robes and black gauze cap were drifting apart.
So be it. He was only a lowly minor deity of the mortal world, outside the ranks. So long as he could attain immortality, what did it matter whether he became a god or a devil?
The feeling in his heart was difficult to describe. If he had remained an ordinary man, then upon death he would simply have reincarnated. But once his knowledge broadened, his ambitions had run wild with it. Just as when he had first entered court as an official, he had long since lost his original intentions, and his hunger for power and influence had only grown heavier.
"Alas, once I enter the Demon Realm, there will be no old friends left..."
He stepped forward into the spatial rift leading to the Demon Realm.
Not long after the City God's ghostly soul entered the Demon Realm, a streak of