"I actually received a response from the Demon God!"
Du Yiyun was stunned for a long while and pinched himself hard on the thigh before regaining his senses. "It's not a dream, it's real! Hahaha... Heaven has eyes, blessed by the Demon God's favor, I, Du Yiyun, finally have the strongest backing!"
He had persisted with such sincere prayers for nearly twenty years.
Ever since he learned that his ancestral tribe once produced an ascended Demon God, he hoped that one day, through this connection, he would attract the Demon God's favor.
Of course, there were rumors that the Celestial Realm had long collapsed, with Immortals going to Outer Heaven, no longer visiting the world, and unwilling to accept any offerings or sacrifices.
But Du Yiyun was unwilling to accept this. With mediocre talent in cultivation and no background, he was easily overlooked as a little minion in both the Demon Realm and Wilderness World.
