Night Without Worries of Sudden Power Surge

Gu Qingfeng frowned, clearly displeased with Ye Wuyou's performance. But since this was his beloved "son," he could only wave his hand, and the Gates of the Netherworld swung open once more.

The remaining dozens of Celestial Immortals were instantly terrified out of their wits. Like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displayed their unique abilities in a desperate attempt to resist or flee.

Some activated secret arts, shattering jade talismans that erupted with dazzling golden light, engulfing their figures before transforming into streaks of light as they fled. Others summoned flying treasures, pouring all their energy into escaping at top speed. A few even vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed.

Yet, the ghastly spectral hands emerging from the Gates of the Netherworld seemed equipped with GPS tracking. No matter how these immortals struggled, they were all dragged back one by one.

Gu Qingfeng devoured most of them, leaving only thirty or so Celestial Immortals alive. The rest were completely consumed.

"Is this enough?" He shot a sidelong glance at Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou nearly cried at the sight of the thirty-plus Celestial Immortals. "Do you think everyone is as monstrous as you? My Demonic Infant prioritizes potential, not combat power!"

"Just... a little more," Ye Wuyou replied with a pained expression.

Gu Qingfeng frowned again and swallowed a few more, leaving only twenty Celestial Immortals—all peak-stage experts he had deliberately spared.

This time, he didn’t bother asking Ye Wuyou. Instead, he addressed the twenty survivors: "If you wish to live, kill my son. Otherwise, you will die by his hand."

One of the Celestial Immortals mustered his courage and asked, "He’s your son. If we kill him, how could we possibly survive?"

"Keh keh keh..." Gu Qingfeng laughed maniacally. "If my son falls here, it proves he was never worthy of being my adopted heir. He’d deserve death! Rest assured—kill him, and you live. I keep my word."

With no other choice, the Celestial Immortals had no choice but to believe him. They immediately launched a fierce assault on Ye Wuyou.

A ruthless glint flashed in Ye Wuyou’s eyes. He knew this was Gu Qingfeng’s test—fail it, and he wouldn’t even qualify as a vessel for possession. Thus, he too fought with everything he had.

Ye Wuyou lunged forward, throwing a punch.

Boom!

The strike was overwhelmingly fierce, stirring a tide of demonic energy that shattered the void and shook the heavens.

The sheer power of that punch instantly paled the faces of the twenty Celestial Immortals. This was no ordinary Celestial Immortal’s strength—it nearly brushed against the threshold of a Profound Immortal!

Still, the twenty immortals weren’t intimidated. After all, Ye Wuyou wasn’t a true Profound Immortal. Twenty against one? They still had a chance.

The immortals unleashed their own techniques—some conjured storms of wind and thunder, others reversed the five elements, while sword energy crisscrossed the battlefield. Their combined power erupted violently, shattering Ye Wuyou’s punch in an instant.

But before they could celebrate, shock overtook their expressions.

Ye Wuyou had vanished.

The immortals panicked.

"That’s my son’s signature technique—the Great Void Evasion Art. He conceals himself within the void, making detection difficult. Given your cultivation, the best counter is to form a defensive circle to prevent ambush."

Gu Qingfeng kindly offered advice from the sidelines.

The immortals, battle-hardened as they were, quickly huddled together to guard against sneak attacks.

Hidden in the void, Ye Wuyou nearly spat blood in frustration. As an assassin by trade, ambush was his specialty—and now his path was completely blocked.

With no other option, he emerged from the void and engaged in direct combat.

Now, Ye Wuyou grew desperate. Even a clay figurine has a temper, let alone a living man.

His punches came faster and fiercer, fueled by rage and hatred toward his "father." A fist backed by conviction was indeed different.

His strikes became a storm—swift, relentless, and overwhelming.

The void trembled under the barrage of phantom fists, demonic thunder roaring across the battlefield.

"Bloodflame Heaven-Scorching Fist!"

Ye Wuyou roared as he punched. His small, pink fist instantly darkened with blood-red energy before igniting in eerie crimson flames.

The very space around him seemed to catch fire, the inferno spreading like a tidal wave.

The immortals tensed.

"This brat is vicious! Combine your strength with mine!"

"Yin-Yang Heaven-Shaking Seal!"

The twenty Celestial Immortals pooled their power into one, who then unleashed a supreme technique.

A terrifying fusion of yin and yang gathered before them, voraciously devouring ambient immortal energy until it formed a massive grinding disk resembling a taiji symbol.

The yin-yang disk crushed through the void, its opposing forces rotating endlessly. Traces of the five elements flickered within, and boundless Daoist principles swirled as if encapsulating all the mysteries of creation.

Where it passed, space shattered and wailed in protest.

Boom!

When the two opposing forces collided, it was like a comet striking the earth—or the sun detonating. A cataclysmic explosion of destructive energy erupted, flooding the battlefield like the end of the world.

For a moment, the powers remained locked in stalemate. But soon, Ye Wuyou began to falter. His expression twisted in agony as the blood-red energy in the sky faded, replaced by the encroaching black-and-white hues.

The violent backlash ravaged his body, yet he clung on—though it was futile. Against twenty peak-stage Celestial Immortals, he stood no chance.

Had they been twenty early-stage Celestial Immortals, he might have prevailed. But reality was cruel.

Gradually, Ye Wuyou’s resistance weakened. His consciousness blurred as his energy drained.

Is this the end?

Will my life truly end here?

After all the pain and sacrifice to forge the Demonic Infant… is it all for nothing?

At the brink of death, a familiar voice echoed in his fading mind.

"My son Wuyou… do not disappoint me."

It was Gu Qingfeng’s voice, dripping with false concern.

Ye Wuyou jolted awake.

Father!!

A tsunami of hatred erupted from his core, igniting his blood as if something inside him had detonated.

I can’t die!

Not before I take revenge! Not before I kill you! I refuse!!

Father—I swear I’ll slaughter you!

A bestial roar tore from Ye Wuyou’s soul. His seething hatred and unwillingness became fuel for the Demonic Infant, replenishing his depleted demonic energy in an instant. At the same time, an invisible shackle within him shattered.

The Demonic Infant was a creation of utmost evil, anathema to heaven and earth—and hatred was its finest nourishment.

Gu Qingfeng had destroyed Mount Wuyou, trampled his dignity, and forced him to call the enemy "father." Aside from his birth father, Ye Wuyou hated no one more than this so-called adoptive parent.

Driven by that hatred, Ye Wuyou clawed his way back from death’s doorstep!

"Raaaaagh!"

With a deafening howl, the bloodflames around him detonated like a supernova, dyeing the sky crimson. The yin-yang grinding disk shattered instantly.

A shockwave of energy swept the battlefield like a tidal wave, hurling all twenty Celestial Immortals backward.

Simultaneously, an aura unique to a Profound Immortal surged from Ye Wuyou’s body.

He had broken through!

Between life and death lies great terror—but to transcend that boundary is to seize great fortune.