Chapter 67: The Fate-Master Witch-Emperor, Who Abhors Evil

Chapter 67: The Fate-Master Witch-Emperor, Who Abhors Evil

Hate me, it doesn't matter.

Jun Bu Du's gaze did not linger on Fu Yu.

His crimson, blood-like eyes slowly shifted to the lower corners, his demeanor aloof and contemptuous.

He waited quietly for the Evil Demon God's will to dissipate.

Over thousands of years, he had sealed it away countless times, so familiar with the motions that it had grown tedious.

Only this time, the Evil Demon God's will had tasted the fresh, long-missed flavor of the mortal realm and was not as quick to give up as before.

"A deafening BOOM—"

The silence lasted but a moment before the crimson fissure between the two realms suddenly expanded, Boundary Fire seethed, and that cold, vast will, like the Yellow Springs (the underworld), surged forth once more!

The Evil Demon God was originally a formless, intangible existence; its will could sweep across thousands of miles, infecting all in its path.

Yet the warding seal left by Fu Yu was like an inescapable net. Every time it descended or slaughtered, it was hindered.

Countless golden threads of karmic retribution shimmered brilliantly, rising and glowing layer upon layer around it before vanishing, flickering between light and darkness, clearly outlining its form in this world.

An enemy that could be seen was not so terrifying.

"Again?"

Fu Yu sneered, casting a Wind Blessing on herself and leapt swiftly upward.

She certainly wasn't rushing to Jun Bu Du.

She was going after the Evil Demon God.

A fierce wind brushed past the white ghost mask on Fu Yu's face, strands of it flowing around her, creating an illusion of traversing the river of time.

The three thousand commoners scattered in panic, while Fu Yu moved against the tide, forming seals with her hands, her fingers darting out to cast wards.

"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"

One after another, golden wards lit up, and the icy, immense will of the evil god bellowed in rage.

Heaven and earth swayed violently, the pure qi of Nine Crossroads Dust wrestled with the Boundary Fire seeping from the rift, explosions erupting one after another into the sky.

The earth became a drum, people tossed up and down, a deafening cacophony that left no space untouched.

With the great calamity descending, friend and foe were indistinguishable.

Fu Yu pushed through the billowing smoke to the junction between the two realms. To her left and right, world-ending spiritual explosions bloomed one after another like fireworks.

Her robe hem, stained with blood at some point, lashed wetly in the fierce wind.

She looked up.

She saw Jun Bu Du press down with a reverse palm, driving it back toward the crimson fissure.

It was still roaring and resisting.

Each time it writhed and surged upward, the fissure spread like a living thing, Boundary Fire overflowing, devouring vast swathes of scorched earth.

If this struggle continued, the entire Divine Demon Burial Ground would completely collapse under its onslaught.

Jun Bu Du glanced down.

Fu Yu understood. She halted, her sleeves flying in the wind, forming seals to withdraw the wards.

As the sealing golden light dimmed, this strand of the Evil Demon God's will immediately reared its head and hissed, coiling toward the sky like a serpent—*Harvest! Harvest!*

In that split second, Jun Bu Du raised a finger, forming a seal.

"Clang... clang?!"

Nine Crossroads Dust trembled with a resonant clang.

Dark demonic breath poured into the sword's body, like black clouds obscuring the moon, its clear light completely lost.

But the next instant, an even more powerful aura spread out.

Moonlight dissolved into the darkness.

The Great Night Enveloped the Heavens!

He pressed down with a backhanded press, sunlight vanished completely, and the land for thousands of miles abruptly plunged into night.

Night descended like a law of heaven and earth.

Fu Yu simultaneously channeled power into the wards—CLANG!

Countless golden meteors lit up above the night sky, fine and numerous, weaving and flowing. Their coordination was perfect. Dark light converged, suppressing the Evil Demon God's fiercely roaring will, sinking it heavily toward the other realm.

Nine Crossroads Dust, transformed into a black sword, rumbled and trembled, slowly descending inch by inch.

Even though the Portal was already open, with no room for reversal, it would still guard the final stretch for this world.

Fu Yu looked up.

Jun Bu Du bore down above the Evil Demon God, descending with it into the fissure.

He had to send it back to its lair and seal it.

His eyes lowered, long lashes concealing their color, the mask hiding his expression.

Fu Yu nearly gnashed her teeth: "Jun Bu Du."

She refused to believe he hadn't recognized her.

Did he not have a single word for her?

Almost the instant she spoke, the light before her suddenly dimmed.

Jun Bu Du, who had become an Evil Spirit, was even taller than before. He materialized abruptly before her, his aura extremely heavy, the sense of oppression startling.

Before Fu Yu could even blink, her body suddenly tightened, pain shooting through her.

His bones and skin were hard as forged steel. He held her against him, not like an embrace, more like an imprisonment.

Fu Yu's breath hitched, her entire body stiffening.

His aura engulfed her completely. Once merely cool and detached, now layered with a withered, deathly stillness. A tremor ran through her heart, and she used all her strength to hold back the heat welling in her eyes.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

It dawned on her belatedly that this Evil Spirit had sealed her vital energy channels, preventing her from speaking or moving.

Fu Yu blinked.

He leaned down, tilting his head, the cold Imperial Sorcerer Mask touching her ear, causing her to shiver slightly.

He spoke close to her ear, his voice extremely soft, faint as a murmur.

"The Emperor Witch Fate Master abhors evil. Now trapped in the grasp of an Evil Spirit like me, does she hate me enough to want to kill me?"

Fu Yu: "..."

Her late husband, having been a widower for too long, seemed to have lost his mind a bit.

His tone was so sinister that even she felt a chill run down her spine.

She shifted her gaze inch by inch to glare at him.

He gave a low laugh. "Hate me, it's fine."

With one hand, he held her even tighter, while raising his other. His thin, hard, and cold fingertips stroked across her eyelids.

Fu Yu: "..."

A shiver ran through her, her heart fluttered, and her pupils trembled.

Though she had no idea what bizarre delusions her late husband had about her, his domineering and forceful demeanor was... so damn seductive and erotic!

He suddenly released her.

Fu Yu was suddenly released, the space around her feeling empty, as his tall, straight figure swooped back onto the head of the Evil Demon God.

"I'll be back soon." He paused, then chuckled lightly. "Think about how you can kill me."

Fu Yu: "..."

"Clang—dong!"

Nine Crossroads Dust descended with a resounding clang, and the Boundary Fire steadily receded into the fissure.

Jun Bu Du stepped on the Evil Demon God and disappeared into the depths of the crevice.

Fu Yu took a step back.

After a long while, she slowly blinked.

If Nine Crossroads Dust hadn't turned into a black sword, she would have almost suspected she had just had a fleeting, erotic dream.

"Master, master! Are you alright, master?"

Fu Yu glanced back in a daze. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine."

The Foxtail Grass Spirit raised its hand and slapped its forehead.

It turned its head, exchanging glances with Wu He and Li Xueke, and they all sighed in unison.

Li Xueke waved his hand dismissively. "She's still in a daze, just leave her be."

The corners of the Foxtail Grass Spirit's eyes drooped. "She was perfectly fine when she was rescuing people earlier!"

What exactly happened near Nine Crossroads Dust, no one knew.

All they knew was that the Demon King, with an aura of extreme terror, had slain the saintess with a gaze, followed by the sky collapsing, the earth splitting, lightning flashing, thunder rumbling, darkness covering the sun, and sand and stones flying everywhere, making it impossible to approach.

The master went in, and then came back.

Right after returning, she was still able to command everyone in an orderly manner, retrieving the divine artifact World Wish Candle and escorting the three thousand civilians away from the Divine-Demon Grand Burial.

Her arrangements were so proper and well-organized.

When talking about Nine Crossroads Dust, she could also solemnly inform everyone that the Portal had been breached, Nine Crossroads Dust could only hold it temporarily, and the world must prepare to face the calamity from thousands of years ago.

But once they left Central Continent and boarded the flying ship, she became dazed.

Her gaze was vacant, she seemed to be smiling yet not, her mind was elsewhere.

No matter what she was asked, her responses were "Huh," "Oh," or "Okay."

The Foxtail Grass Spirit anxiously said, "Could it be that master has been controlled by that evil, sinister guy?"

Li Xueke waved his hand dismissively. "Who has the ability to brainwash a Divine Shaman?"

"That's true..." The Foxtail Grass Spirit drooped its head dejectedly, then suddenly, its eyes lit up. "I have a bold idea! Could that Evil Spirit be... that person?"

Li Xueke's mouth twitched. "Doesn't seem like it. This one looks heartless, like a widower."

The two men, the grass spirit, and the paper effigy were all stunned.

"...Widower?"

Case solved!

The Paper Effigy Boy excitedly did somersaults. "Widower, widow! Widower, widow!"

The Foxtail Grass Spirit hurriedly covered its mouth. "Don't say such unlucky things! They're both alive now! Even though they're in opposing camps, it's still a love-hate relationship! Mutual destruction!"

Wu He & Li Xueke: "..."

Better shut your crow's beak.

"Master, master," the Foxtail Grass Spirit boldly probed, "your late husband, did he get reincarnated into the wrong side?"

Fu Yu: "..."

Fu Yu said expressionlessly, "Yes, I'm thinking about how to kill him."

"Great Shaman, Great Shaman."

The Great Shaman rarely appeared in his own palace.

But after returning from the boundary, he sat alone on the dark imperial throne, his eyes lowered, his entire figure hidden in the shadows. For a long, long time, he didn't move at all.

The only command he issued was to prepare the entire army for battle.

The two guardian generals were very worried.

The round-faced one said, "Great Shaman, has the Evil Demon God grown stronger again?"

After a long while, the Great Shaman’s slender fingers moved slowly.

“The boundary is about to open.”

The two guardian generals jolted: “Is it the homeland you and your wife used to share?!”

The figure on the throne slowly lifted his gaze, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He corrected, “Not late wife. She is still here. I have met her.”

The round-faced guardian shot to his feet: “The Fate Master is alive?! The Fate Master who protected us for so many years, she’s alive? That’s wonderful!”

The tusked guardian was far more composed: “Who knows how incredibly powerful the Fate Master has become now—with the ancient enmity between the two realms, will she stand against us?”

Silence fell for a moment.

The Great Shaman’s voice was utterly flat: “It doesn’t matter. She cannot kill me, and I will always follow her.”

The two guardians exchanged a glance.

“However,” the Great Shaman’s brow furrowed slightly, a trace of faint vexation appearing on his face, “it seems her reincarnation went awry.”

The two guardians: “Huh?!”

The Great Shaman’s well-defined lips pressed into a straight line: “She carries the aura of a male human.” (made up like Ghost Lingjun)

The two guardians looked at each other and sucked in a sharp breath: “…”

Well… this complicated things.

After waiting bitterly for over five thousand years, only to find his late wife reincarnated as a man?

What a cruel twist of fate!

The two guardians exchanged glances again, stealing a peek at the Great Shaman.

“Well… it might not be such a big deal,” the round-faced guardian scratched his head, trying his best to console the Great Shaman. “If even the race is different, why worry about gender?”

The tusked guardian stepped up: “This subordinate will immediately research how two men can… you know.”

The Great Shaman’s gaze darkened.

“No need,” he said. “It doesn’t matter.”

His wife had always disliked marital intimacy—there had been none before, and there would be none going forward.

He would simply treat her as he always had.

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