Deified Again, Wuyou Seeks Immortality

Rumble!

A barrage of furious thunder passed.

Li Er looked utterly bewildered, unaware that the brothers he had meant to kill had already been struck dead by lightning.

Only when he entered the great hall did he discover that Pops had died too.

"This!"

Which immortal had done him this favor?

Li Er was beside himself with joy. Only by recalling every sorrowful, painful experience of his life did he keep himself from laughing aloud. Otherwise, the history books would surely have recorded it.

"Your Majesty! Auspicious clouds have descended outside the great hall. It seems a divine being has arrived!"

What!

Wonderful, Li Er thought. I thought I would end up with a terrible reputation.

Now that everything from beginning to end had been done by an immortal, his conscience was clearer than ever.

Above the auspicious clouds.

Ye Zhuo sat cross-legged, with a crowd of glowing, so-called immortal maidens behind him.

"Hurry up and take the throne. Then go hold a ceremony to honor Heaven and Earth. Everyone calls me the Demon God, so put in a little effort on that front too."

Ye Zhuo propped his cheek on one hand, thinking that while this world did indeed have a Heavenly Court, it had no celestial nectar.

He could only drink mortal wine like this.

As for gods sustained by incense offerings, unless they reincarnated or possessed a human body, they could only smell fine food and wine.

That was all their supposed enjoyment of food aromas and wine fumes amounted to.

"So it is you, Divine Lord!"

Li Er hastily dropped to his knees and bowed, though some people began whispering among themselves.

"Hey, did you see that? Doesn't one of them look like Xiao Meiniang?"

"Yes! I heard she met an immortal a few years ago.