Chapter Fifty-One: The Eastern Realm

Having obtained Little Black, Wu You felt a little more at ease. Though he had yet to test Little Black’s combat abilities, he doubted they would be lacking. It should be more than enough for self-defense.

Moreover, there was that incident during dinner. At the thought, Wu You subconsciously clenched his fists, producing a series of crisp cracking sounds. Was it due to the system upgrade? Or perhaps the power of the Demonic God?

Lying on his bed, he pondered until drowsiness washed over him. He offered no resistance and drifted off to sleep. Tonight, he would rest well and take an assignment early tomorrow.

At six in the evening, Zhang Guihua carried a plate of fruit upstairs, reminding him it was time for dinner. Garuru lay on the sofa outside Wu You's room, not even opening his eyes—he knew it was Wu You’s mother.

Opening Wu You’s door, Zhang Guihua found her son already asleep on his bed. “This child, even at this age, still makes me worry.” She gently set the fruit plate on the computer desk, then walked over to tuck a bit more blanket around Wu You. Though it was summer, sleeping in an air-conditioned room without a cover could easily catch a chill.

...

At six in the morning, Wu You opened his eyes and noticed the extra blanket. On the computer desk sat the untouched fruit and a large bowl filled with rice, vegetables, and chicken—his mother had clearly been in. Glancing at the clock by his bedside, he saw that he had slept for over ten hours. Now, fully rested, the lingering haze from overusing the Demonic God’s power had completely vanished.

Throwing off the blanket, he washed up, then began preparing his gear. Once everything was ready, he didn’t mind cold food; he finished the meal with the fruit. Finally, he donned his expedition jacket and hiking shoes, slung on his backpack, and opened the system interface.

Would you like to accept the mission: Realm of Four Directions (I)?

Confirm.

The map of Myriad Beasts Mountain appeared automatically. A vast three-dimensional map manifested in his mind; all previously explored areas were visible. At the edges of the fog-shrouded regions, four irregular boundaries stood out. The rightmost edge shimmered with a faint glow, and the map beyond it was now accessible, seemingly even larger than Myriad Beasts Mountain itself. At that glowing border, a light point flickered—it was a teleportation node.

Relieved, Wu You realized he didn’t have to traverse the vast unexplored territories to reach the boundary. Given how minuscule his explored area was compared to the entire mountain, the journey would have been unacceptably long. Now, he could teleport directly to the border.

He selected the glowing point. In a flash of black light, Wu You vanished from his room.

...

With a sudden swish, Wu You appeared atop a stone, beneath a star-filled sky and surrounded by quiet wilderness. It was his first time entering Myriad Beasts Mountain at night. Summoning Little Black, the creature materialized in a stream of black light.

He tightened his grip on his sword—his machete was stowed in his pack. The sword’s length gave him a greater sense of security. With Little Black at his side, he advanced toward the nearby border.

Up close, the sensation was extraordinary—it was as if the aurora had descended from the heavens to form a glowing barrier, shifting and beautiful beyond compare. Reaching out, he touched it; it felt cool and smooth, like water without resistance.

Without hesitation, Wu You stepped through the border light, Little Black following.

...

A gentle sensation of weightlessness, and Wu You reappeared in a new place.

System notification: You have entered the Eastern Domain.

The system’s message was clear, but the method of entry felt off to Wu You. This didn’t feel like crossing a boundary, but rather like transitioning from Myriad Beasts Mountain back to Earth’s reality.

Little Black sniffed the ground around them. Wu You looked up, astonished. Though it was also night here, the moonlight revealed an endless expanse of overlapping mountains. He stood atop a towering peak, with no trace of the mountain’s border light in sight. It was as if he’d arrived in an utterly unfamiliar world.

So this was the Eastern Domain. But what did it mean to establish a foothold here? Clearly, simple wilderness survival wasn’t enough.

...

Yet Wu You’s worries were quickly forgotten. The majestic beauty of the surrounding mountains was overwhelming—Stone Ox Mountain was nothing in comparison. Though Wu You had never climbed Mount Tai, the perilous grandeur of this peak, the sense of standing above all others, was surely no less than the summit of Mount Tai itself.

Suddenly, something occurred to him. Checking the system, he saw that summoning bronze-level or higher creatures was still unavailable, but the Demonic God’s power option was now active—something he couldn’t use just moments ago in Myriad Beasts Mountain.

Wu You couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

With the Demonic God’s power at his disposal, he felt invincible—even a portion of a silver-level creature’s power was far beyond ordinary comprehension.

Standing atop the mountain, Wu You’s heart swelled with openness. Strong but not violent winds whipped his expedition jacket, making it snap and flutter. The scene inspired him to sing at the top of his lungs.

Glancing at the refined steel Longquan sword in his hand, the melody of “Farewell My Concubine” surged in his heart. Yet that song required immense presence, and he didn’t want to waste the rare scenery and his current mood.

Access granted: Demonic God’s Power.

Selected power medium: Azure Thunder Dragon King Ao Guang.

Instantly, Wu You’s aura transformed—a confidence that could move mountains filled him. Simply singing, without unleashing mighty abilities, would barely tax his spirit.

He calmed himself, drew a deep breath, and, gazing at the awe-inspiring peaks, began to sing...

His voice rolled out like thunder.

...

“I—stand!”
“In the fierce wind!”
“Wishing I could sweep away all lingering pain!”
“Looking up—to the vast sky!”
“Clouds billow in all directions!”
“With a sword in hand!”
“I ask the world—who is the true hero!”

...

The powerful song echoed across the mountains, startling countless roosting birds into flight.

...

Amid the cloud-laden mountains, an elderly man in a gray robe, hunched and frail, darted through the night with a boy of seven or eight tucked under his arm. Each stride carried him several meters forward, but every dozen steps, he would cough, sometimes violently enough to spit flecks of blood. The boy, though squeezed painfully, made no sound, only watching the old man with deep concern.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling split the air. The old man pressed off a stone, twisting mid-air to carry himself and the child several meters aside.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three steel spikes embedded themselves two inches deep into the stone where the old man had just been.