# 201
**Chapter 201: Welcome to My Asylum of the Gods**
Yiyu: …
“Playing mysterious, are we?” Yiyu said in a low voice. The next instant, his eyes blazed with a piercing ghost-light, and a tyrannical soul surged straight into Lin Qiye’s mind.
Although he was only a nightmare projection of Yiyu’s true body, he still possessed peak “Sea” Realm strength. Even the Flame-Vein Earth Dragon had been tamed by him into a Believer—what waves could a mere “Pond” Realm agent possibly make?
Besides, neither the Seraph nor the Goddess of Night possessed soul-type abilities. For Yiyu, however, this was his specialty. Even if Lin Qiye were in the same realm, Yiyu was confident of victory in a soul battle.
This time, absolutely foolproof!
“Qiye!!”
Seeing Yiyu strike at Lin Qiye, Baili Pangpang roared and reached into his pocket. Ma Yitian stepped forward at once, locking the fatty’s wrist in an iron grip. The pressure of the “Sea” Realm crashed down on the other three without restraint.
Worse, the surrounding magma seethed violently. The Flame-Vein Earth Dragon loomed above, its terrifying dragon might adding to the pressure. Under this double suppression, even Instructor Hong couldn’t move.
“Bastard!!” Baili Pangpang clenched his teeth, his neck flushing crimson.
“Don’t worry—your turn will come,” the battered Ma Yitian chuckled.
…
Lin Qiye’s spiritual world.
Endless mist. A tuxedoed Yiyu strolled like some artist, glancing around in surprise.
“So much fog? You really are hiding plenty of secrets.”
He tried to wave the mist away; ghost-light flickered across his palm, swirling the fog briefly before it closed again, hazy as ever.
When the fog refused to disperse, Yiyu’s surprise deepened. A “Sea” Realm projection couldn’t pierce it—meaning Lin Qiye’s secrets were beyond even that level.
“Interesting—the more secrets you carry, the greater my gain.” Excitement flashed in Yiyu’s eyes.
“I’ve changed my mind. I won’t erase your soul yet. I’ll wait for my true body to come and unwrap your mysteries personally—then destroy you.”
The moment he finished, the mist ahead rolled aside on its own. A quaint, mysterious building appeared.
Yiyu stared, first blankly, then in shock.
“Impossible… a structure inside your soul? What in the world—”
He stepped closer, eyes falling on the plaque beside the gate, reading each word:
“—Asylum of the Gods?”
Creak—!
The asylum gates swung slowly open, the dull sound echoing through the void. Yiyu stood frozen, an inexplicable chill rising within.
Endless mist, a mysterious asylum, an open door… inviting him inside?
Yiyu frowned, hesitating. As one of the three oldest “gods” of the Church of the Ancient Gods, he was no fool. Everything here reeked of strangeness; instinct screamed not to enter.
“Too bizarre. Better wait for the true body…” He shook his head and turned away.
At that instant the mist behind him churned again. A white-coat figure burst out, kicking Yiyu square in the back!
“Get in there!!”
In soul form Yiyu wasn’t nearly as sturdy; the kick sent him stumbling straight through the threshold.
Not good!
His pupils shrank. A bad premonition surged—he spun to leave, but with a boom the gates slammed shut…
Yiyu gripped the iron bars and shook hard—immovable.
As expected, something’s off…
He turned, studying the modest asylum, eyes flickering, then started forward.
Since he was here, no point fretting. Only a nightmare projection—if it was lost, so be it. Gathering intel on this place might be worth it.
Down a long outdoor corridor he reached the lobby, gaze wary, ghost-light dancing at his fingertips, ready to strike.
Just as he chose a direction toward the activity area, a small figure came humming, hugging a huge bucket of dirty laundry.
“Su-pe-r-idol’s smile ain’t as sweet as yours~ noon sun in August—huh?”
A boy of eleven or twelve, ash-gray hair, porcelain face veined like cracked glass, tilted his head at the stranger.
Yiyu forced down the urge to attack, frowning at the harmless-looking child.
“A Mystery? Living inside a weird soul-building?” he muttered.
While he studied A Zhu, A Zhu studied him.
Never seen him… besides me, Fly, Rubik, Grandma Nyx, and Uncle Merlin, who else is here?
After a moment A Zhu’s eyes lit up. He tiptoed to the tense Yiyu, glanced around, and whispered:
“Were you tricked into child labor by the black-hearted director too?”
Yiyu: …??
Director? Child labor?
What is he saying?
Before the baffled Yiyu could respond, a man approached, loose white coat swaying, plain glasses perched on his nose, aura unfathomable.
“D-director,” A Zhu squeaked, shrinking.
“I didn’t say anything bad—honest!”
Lin Qiye patted his shoulder gently.
“It’s fine. Off you go—I’ll handle this.”
A Zhu gave an “oh,” hoisted his laundry bucket, and scurried toward the “Rubik-brand” washroom.
Lin Qiye turned to Yiyu, smiled, spread his arms, and declared:
“Welcome… to my Asylum of the Gods.”