Even a Foolish God Is Still a God

A vastly different Upper Realm.

That was Long Ao's first impression upon arriving in this new world.

As far as the eye could see, everything was endless pink. Every cell in his body, inside and out, felt sticky and gooey, as if he were submerged in soft, viscous honey.

Strange whispers continuously entered his ears, but they were not unpleasant or incomprehensible gibberish. They were the names of desserts: cakes, cookies, ice cream, and so on.

"A living world? Am I inside some enormous creature? No wonder it feels so strange."

Long Ao was not frightened merely because he was inside some gigantic organism.

He had encountered many enormous living creatures similar to the Dao before. This one was simply a little larger than those he had met in the past.

He clenched his fist, sensing that not much of his power had been diminished, then suddenly threw a punch to the side.

The pink universe rippled like jelly that had been slapped. His immense power transformed into tsunami-like shockwaves that surged into the distance.

Boom!

An explosive torrent of energy and a sharp cracking sound burst through the universe. A handsome figure pointed his sword at the rippling shockwaves, splitting that raging force apart with a single slash, like Moses parting the sea.

"Long Ao?!"

Through the divided pink ripples, two Ascenders from the Lower Realm stared at each other. When they saw one another's faces, both showed traces of shock in their eyes.

Was this himself from a parallel world, or some counterfeit created by a powerful being using an ability akin to summoning or replication?

The two silently faced each other. Their expressions revealed not the slightest abnormality, but their minds were more tense than ever.

No one understood himself better than himself. Long Ao feared no