Chapter 86: Manifesting Divine Might Before the World—Intimidating All Under Heaven. The entire world is about to witness…

Fu Yu narrowed her eyes, feeling rather smug.

This play of hers worked both ways.

He was nearby, of course he knew she was using a honey trap to deceive him—she only wanted to deal with him, absolutely not to get close to him.

If he decided to play along...

Ahem, that would have nothing to do with her.

Fu Yu tried her best to suppress the corners of her lips, calmly holding the Black Bone Hairpin, pressing down the faint, unfamiliar flutter in her chest.

The wait always felt interminable.

She felt like she'd paced a hundred laps under the flowering trees, yet the Bone Hairpin in her palm hadn't even warmed up.

It suddenly emitted a faint glow.

Fu Yu took a subtle, deep breath, calmly raised her hand, and casually brushed her fingertip over the hairpin.

Let her see what harsh words he would have for her.

She leaned in to listen.

Jun Bu Du's calm, cool voice filtered through the black bone, laced with a chill.

He seemed to chuckle softly: "Before that, Emperor Witch Fate Master might need to resolve a minor issue."

Fu Yu's heart stirred, sensing that her True Love Peach Blessing was fading in color—he was moving farther and farther away from her.

...Huh?

"Master, Master!"

The Foxtail Grass Spirit extended slender tendrils, grabbing onto branches all over the mountain, swinging over like an ape. "So many sects have gathered at the foot of the mountain, preparing to attack us!"

Several days had passed since the Divine Court retreated in defeat.

The Divine Court had finally made its move.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit was so angry it snorted grass fibers from its nostrils: "Rumors are spreading everywhere, saying we collude with the Evil Spirit and heretical paths, endangering all living beings! The Divine Court is rallying heroes from across the land to crusade against us! How despicable! How shameless!"

In today's world, the Divine Court controlled the narrative. They called black white and white black, which was truly infuriating.

Fu Yu felt her face grow slightly warm, and she waved her hand: "Ahem, ahem."

As for her and that Evil Spirit... it couldn't exactly be said they were completely innocent...

She raised an eyebrow and calmly asked: "No one knows that Evil Spirit is Jun Bu Du, right?"

The Foxtail Grass Spirit nodded vigorously: "Mhm, mhm! We've kept our mouths shut, haven't told anyone—Master, what should we do now!"

Fu Yu strode outside: "A minor matter, I'll handle it."

Suddenly, her spiritual sense stirred.

She possessed a drop of He Yingkong's soul blood. With it, she had performed the Dream Kill Technique to kill He Yingkong's cultivation partner, Goddess Yuetong.

Now, the soul blood violently trembled. Fu Yu sensed that after her scheme to sow discord succeeded, He Yingkong hadn't died; instead, he had grown even stronger.

...Had He Yingkong counter-killed Emperor Wugu?

Fu Yu smiled: "Excellent."

At the foot of the mountain, righteous crusading cultivators were spewing saliva, pointing and cursing incessantly at the Mountain Protection Array, raising their arms and shouting in waves.

"If you claim you haven't colluded with Evil Spirits and heretical paths, then explain this: why does the Evil Spirit only kill Divine Court cultivators, yet hasn't harmed a single one of you!"

"Hand over the Evil Spirit! Surrender the position of Immortal Alliance Leader!"

"This lord long suspected the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was up to no good! Now the evidence is finally conclusive!"

"Heroes of the world, attack together! The merit of destroying the alliance belongs to everyone!"

Beneath the grand white jade mountain gate, Dao Master Heavenly Equal and Pingtian Dao Master stood guard.

Qitian Dao Master tirelessly explained to the crowd: "That Evil Spirit, from beginning to end, only uttered the word 'annihilate' and never communicated with anyone in our alliance. After the Mountain Protection Array was activated, he left of his own accord."

Pingtian Dao Master lifted her eyelids to gaze at the sky, taking a big bite of a roasted goose leg: "Fight if you want, otherwise scram! Who dares to fight, step forward!"

Qitian Dao Master quickly raised a hand to stop her: "The heroes of the world misunderstand us, we should explain properly... ouch."

Pingtian Dao Master rolled her eyes and shoved the half-eaten goose leg into his hand.

Qitian Dao Master held the greasy goose leg, unsure whether to throw it or not, all his explanatory words stuck in his throat.

Pingtian Dao Master stepped forward, sneering coldly: "Wasn't it you who insisted on breaking the seal to release the Evil Spirit? The Divine Court released the Evil Spirit themselves, got bitten, and now sends people here to throw a tantrum? How interesting!"

The cultivators besieging the mountain gate were momentarily speechless.

Soon, they regrouped, decisively skipped over that point, and brought up another topic.

"Anyway, if the Evil Spirit doesn't attack you, there must be something wrong with you!"

"Regardless, you can't deny harboring Evil Cultists!"

"Stop wasting words with them! Little Taiqing and Little Yuqing are dead, Lesser Shangqing is severely injured and in seclusion. This is the perfect time to exterminate them! What are you afraid of? Attack together!"

The crowd immediately grew restless.

Fu Yu stood on the mountain, coldly surveying the scene below.

These so-called "heroes of the world" were nothing but a mob, knowing the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was currently weak and wanting to seize the chance for a share, to take a bite of the meat.

"I don't mind killing all who defy me." Fu Yu curled her lips into a smile devoid of warmth. "It's a pity my righteous Evil Spirit doesn't like that."

She lowered her gaze, pondered for a moment, then removed the Black Bone Hairpin and sent a message to Jun Bu Du.

"Come, fight a great battle with me."

Although she and Jun Bu Du were often at odds in marital matters, when it came to killing and causing trouble, they had always been perfectly in sync.

A faint light flickered on the Bone Hairpin and vanished.

Almost simultaneously, the world suddenly darkened.

The "heroes of the world" spewing saliva at the mountain gate felt a chill run down their spines, a sense of dread gripping them.

Something... has arrived.

Right... behind them.

For a moment, no one dared to turn around. Their breaths hitched, jaws clenched tight.

Primordial fear gripped their hearts.

They'd only dared to come challenge the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance because they had the numbers.

Now, shrouded in this dark and terrifying night, those below the Buxu cultivation stage instinctively trembled, their legs shaking uncontrollably.

The Demon King... the Demon King!

"Divine Shaman." From the deepest part of the night, a voice, icy, inhuman, and bone-chilling, rolled over them. "Come, let us fight again."

The sound waves, layer upon layer, slammed into the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance's Mountain Protection Array.

"BOOM—HUMMM—HUMMM—HUMMM!"

The crowd unconsciously let out a subconscious sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it seemed this "thing's" target was not them.

The terrifying dark aura howled overhead. Holding their breath, they watched as, under the world-destroying pressure, a woman's figure stood upright.

Her face was slightly lifted, her demeanor lazy and indifferent, as if she couldn't be bothered.

Yet, with one hand raised, she held back the overwhelming demonic energy crashing towards her.

She stepped forward, each footfall seeming to trample countless heartbeats.

"Is she... the Divine Shaman?"

In the pitch-black night where one couldn't see their own hand, a cultivator whispered in awe, "That Evil Spirit called her Divine Shaman? What... Divine Shaman?"

It had been far, far too long since the world had heard the title 'Divine Shaman.'

Fu Yu walked to a stone platform on the mountainside, lifted her foot, trod on the wind, and vanished.

In the blink of an eye, she and that Evil Spirit had crossed a thousand zhang, their figures intertwining, breaths mingling.

She raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide her provocation.

The moment their figures touched and parted, she suddenly flung her sleeve out.

Formations that had taken days to prepare flared to life all at once, brilliant lights igniting within the darkness.

Fu Yu let out a triumphant chuckle, "Remember this formation? You fiend, you've fallen into my trap."

Jun Bu Du lowered his eyelashes slightly, meeting her gaze. "Come."

It was still that look that thrilled and chilled her.

Fu Yu's heart pounded violently. With a sweep of her wide sleeve, heaven and earth inverted in an instant, wind and clouds shifting dramatically.

This was a strange formation she had dreamt up with him long ago.

As long as he and she both stood on the formation's heart, she could borrow his power for her own use.

Their figures shifted slightly apart.

Fu Yu sneered, reaching back to grasp—using his own spear to attack his shield—BOOM!

The formation activated. A golden Zhu Seal lit up beneath her feet. The vast dark aura pouring off him was drawn into the formation, transforming into brilliant divine light. Suddenly, a hundred-zhang-tall golden flame erupted, taking the form of a blazing phoenix. With a clear cry, it pierced the dark night, trailing dazzling divine light as it blasted down towards him.

The crowd, just beginning to adjust to the pitch darkness, was struck full-on by this golden radiance.

For a moment, they were dazed and speechless.

This was clearly a battle between Demi-gods. This Demi-god woman was mysterious, powerful, and her techniques were like nothing they'd ever seen.

"It's her protecting the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance..."

"When did the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance gain such a formidable expert? Absolutely terrifying!"

Divine light flooded heaven and earth. Golden radiance and black energy clashed violently, the roaring and shaking unceasing.

Fu Yu narrowed her eyes, fixed on that figure of extreme danger.

Seizing the moment he raised his palm to block the fire phoenix, Fu Yu changed her hand seals and softly uttered, "Zhu·Dream..."

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

In the flickering light, Jun Bu Du happened to lift the corners of his narrow eyes. Utilizing the formation, he borrowed her power. His thin lips parted slightly, casting the spell simultaneously with her: "Zhu·Dream..."

In a dazed instant, both their souls plunged into a shared dream.

Warm, gentle white light shone on her eyelids. Fu Yu's lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

She was sleeping in a rattan chair, covered by one of Jun Bu Du's outer robes.

The rattan chair was beneath the Green Bodhi Tree.

She looked around but didn't see him.

"Jun Bu Du—"

A breeze brushed past her hair.

They'd both cast dream magic at the same time, and their spells had collided.

Fu Yu was furious.

The dream she had cast was of the most intimate moment from their past lives.

Perhaps lying side by side on the same bed. Perhaps when the Human Emperor's mausoleum was attacked, and he draped a blood-soaked robe over her.

The dream would manifest whichever moment *he* felt was most intimate.

She intended to seize the moment he was distracted, snatch the sword hanging at his side, and point it at his back—she was a petty person who held grudges. That old grievance of him pointing his sword at her... she *would* repay it.

It would also be a perfect way to properly win this grand drama of the battle between good and evil.

Who knew something would go wrong, landing them in a memory?

Wasn't this the moment she died?

"I died of old age. What's there to see? No secrets, no lingering regrets."

By now, Jun Bu Du had long since died—there was no way he could be here.

The thought flashed across her mind, and Fu Yu’s gaze abruptly fixed.

She felt the wind.

The wind was like a gentle hand, picking up the robe that had slipped off her knee and draping it over her lightly chilled legs.

She heard the rustle of the Green Bodhi Tree leaves.

A sound so sorrowful.

She felt the temperature of the rattan chair beneath her.

It was like a cool yet gentle embrace, holding her close as she drifted into a long slumber.

Fu Yu’s heart quivered.

“Jun Bu Du… is that you?”

So this had been the most intimate moment they shared in life.

As Fu Yu was lost in a trance, the scene before her dissolved like bubbles.

Warm white light enveloped her, carrying her into another vision.

She was still lying in the rattan chair, the sun making her feel languid all over, her eyes too heavy to open.

She heard Jun Bu Du say her name softly: “Fu Yu?”

She wanted to respond, but her eyelids felt heavier than ever. She moved her lips, only letting out a faint, half-asleep murmur.

Even now, the tremor in Fu Yu’s heart hadn’t subsided. Her mind was clear, but her body felt leaden.

When was this? She had fallen asleep, and Jun Bu Du was speaking to her.

“I have to go.”

“I’d like to hear you speak again, and I want to see you sleeping a little longer.”

He let out a soft, sighing laugh.

Fu Yu’s heart suddenly clenched.

This was… the day he went to mend the Heavenly Dao. So she had actually dozed off for a while.

So when he stood up and spoke to her calmly, he had already… taken his leave of her, one-sidedly.

His scent drew closer—cold, unique, and faintly fragrant.

It carried a palpable sense of invasion.

“Are you waking up?”

Fu Yu could sense a gaze that was both piercing and scorching.

He chuckled lowly, his voice a low, husky whisper: “How about this. If you wake up and say you don’t want me to go…” He didn’t finish, but his gaze was heavy, lingering on her lips, his invasive intent plain to see.

Fu Yu’s breath trembled.

She hadn’t heard it. She hadn’t heard it back then. By that time, she had already cast the great sealing curse on the Evil Demon God.

She… was too exhausted.

He fell silent, quietly waiting for her to wake.

Fu Yu remembered that day—when she hazily awoke, she found the two of them lying lazily under the Green Bodhi Tree. She thought she had only dozed off briefly. Knowing he had to leave, she suppressed her reluctance and pretended as if nothing was wrong.

And so, he too bid her farewell as if nothing were wrong.

That day, neither of them managed to utter a single sentimental word.

‘Jun Bu Du…’

Fu Yu drew in a long breath, desperately suppressing the surge of sour, scalding emotion in her chest, but it spread from her heart to her eyes.

So that day, she had been unaware of this regret.

Fu Yu abruptly opened her eyes, and the tranquil scene of the blessed dream shattered before her.

All around, the echoes of spiritual energy collisions filled the air—time stood still in dreams, but outside, only an instant had passed.

She was in mid-air, battling Evil Spirits.

Light and shadow flickered and flashed across the sky.

He bent down, his tall, imposing figure blocking her view, his domineering aura completely trapping her.

He seized the back of her neck.

The Evil Spirit’s hand was too large, his hard fingers covering the nape of her neck and her head, his distinct-knuckled fingers threading through her dark hair, leaving her no room to retreat.

He bent down, tilting his head.

Fu Yu’s nose brushed against his cheek.

The Evil Spirit’s skin was colder and harder than a human’s, unyielding, like cold jade.

His thin lips pressed against hers, colder than she had imagined.

“Boom.”

Fireworks exploded in her mind, scattering her thoughts into fragments.

This Evil Spirit…

His scent… so cool, so fragrant.

He moved, his thin lips pressing and shifting from her lips to the corner of her mouth.

Fu Yu’s heart quivered and shuddered.

“Divine Shaman.” His voice was utterly hoarse, like heavy gold and jade, sinking into her heart. “If you don’t strike me soon, the whole world will see an Evil Spirit forcibly kissing you.”

Fu Yu: “…”

She struck out furiously with her palm.

He chuckled lowly, his slender, tall frame shaking with quiet laughter.

"Swish—"

The light in the air split, revealing Fu Yu standing her ground, proud and unmoved, as the Demon King vanished into the distance.

"The Divine Shaman... she's so powerful!"

"The Demon King, feared even by the Divine Court, was defeated by her!"

"Such power exists in the world... she's unbelievably strong!"