Chapter 134: Live Forever with Heaven and Earth, Immortal and Indestructible – The God.

Chapter 134: Live Forever with Heaven and Earth, Immortal and Indestructible – The God.

The nine-tailed fox's last life was finally given to the guy who least wanted to live.

In his weakened state, Wu He hooked his arm around Li Xueke's shoulder, holding himself up, and looked toward the center of the crowd.

The dead kid shifted back to his true form on the ground.

A red fox.

The blood-red cannibal mark on the fox's forehead gradually dimmed, and a golden divine pattern overflowed, like a wisp of sunset cloud, drifting toward Wu He, stopping at his fingertip.

"Chirp—!!!"

The Little Golden Crow, who'd been all quiet and well-behaved, suddenly flapped its wings and let out a screech.

"Crack."

It got so excited it broke its own wing without even noticing, still flapping like crazy, sending fluff flying everywhere.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit jumped and quickly grabbed its wings to stop it from hurting itself: "Take it slow! Don't rush!"

"Ah chirp chirp chirp chirp—"

The Little Golden Crow could only say a few simple words, and when it got worked up, it couldn't talk at all.

Wu He turned and held the golden "divine pattern" out to the Little Golden Crow.

The Little Golden Crow froze like it'd been hit with a pressure point.

Then it started shaking all over, tears streaming down.

"Woo chirp! Woo chirp!"

Wu He pressed a hand to his aching temple.

He'd "inherited" all the memories from the original body, and it felt like ten thousand pounds of books had been crammed into his head, swollen and burning, and he had to painstakingly dig out the right memories.

"...So that 'divine pattern of great deeds and heaven-given seals' is actually the Golden Crow's essence blood."

Legend says the Three-legged Golden Crow is the true child of the Heavenly Way, carrying the bloodline of the True God.

Refine them, and you get the divine pattern.

From the start, the mastermind planned to "devour" the Golden Crow clan—after wiping out the Daoist Sect.

Sad and pathetic, the Golden Crow led the Spiritual Beasts to become those people's accomplices, personally burying their own clan's chance to survive.

The Little Golden Crow sobbed hard, its chest heaving, barely able to breathe.

This tiny wisp of divine pattern was filled with the scent of its kin.

"Warm kin turned into cold essence." The monkey blinked really slowly. "That's seriously messed up."

Wu He sighed, shook his head, and pressed the golden pattern from his fingertip onto the Little Golden Crow's head: "Take it with you for revenge."

The Little Golden Crow's body shook hard.

It nodded frantically with all its might, like a chick pecking at rice.

Back on the flying boat.

Dizzy and dazed, Wu He collapsed onto the window seat and spoke weakly: "Refining the Golden Crow's essence blood into divine patterns lets them absorb the world's wish power—when people praise the Seven Sages' deeds, they gain power just by lying around."

Li Xueke was stunned: "That's terrifying."

The Foxtail Grass Spirit's eyes went wide: "That powerful?!"

"The divine patterns on those three Supreme Gods are ten times stronger than this one." Wu He waved his hand wearily. "But that's not the point. The point is, their thousand-year plan is complete, and a huge disaster is right around the corner."

The monkey sprawled out, baring its teeth in a grin: "What the hell do these monsters want?"

A weird smile crept onto Wu He's face: "Creation."

"What?!"

"Thousands of years of endless wish power and life force let them successfully invade the broken Heavenly Way." Wu He's throat went dry. "Of course, they're not about to fill the holes with their own lives like Jun Bu Du did."

The group of weirdos nervously gulped: "So what are they planning..."

Wu He said flatly: "Destroy the Heavenly Way, create a new world, and become its gods."

The monkey didn't buy it at all: "Do they even have that kind of power?"

"No." Wu He looked up at the sky. "So they want to open the Portal, bring that realm back to descend, help them destroy this Heavenly Way, and then feast on the fresh, bloody corpse of the Heavenly Way—Divine Shaman was right, they're evil, not stupid."

The group was dazed for a while, then burst into angry laughter.

"Seriously, summon a powerful enemy, destroy the world they live in, just for a share?! What's wrong with them! Are they insane or what!"

"Such a vast Heavenly Way, destroyed, how much can they even get from it? Can they do math?!"

"Why destroy a perfectly good world?"

"I don't get it, I don't understand."

The Paper Effigy Boy folded his upper body back, looking up and exhaling: "The current Heavenly Way isn't their Heavenly Way."

Wu He nodded wearily: "Right, this Heavenly Way belongs to all living things. They want to be the Heavenly Way themselves, to be gods, to be masters, coexisting eternally with heaven and earth, immortal and indestructible."

"And the price is just destroying a world they already see as worthless."

The group of furious weirdos erupted in rage.

"Dream on!"

"Storm the Divine Court, destroy them!"

"Kill them all! Wipe them out!"

Watching these creatures baring teeth, pounding tables, jumping around, nearly capsizing the flying boat, Wu He couldn't help but hold his forehead: "..."

So foolish.

But... it's precisely because there are fools like this that the world remains vivid and worth cherishing.

Wu He let out a helpless sigh: "Divine Shaman and that one are deep in enemy territory; we shouldn't act rashly."

In an instant, the weirdos turned from anger to joy.

"Oh, right! Hahaha! Hee hee hee! They're done for!"

"You little weaklings, tremble in fear!"

"We need to focus on our own tasks..." Wu He felt a headache coming on, "When the Divine Court makes its move, it will inevitably rely on the people's faith."

At this, the group couldn't help but raise their brows and laugh: "No sweat—nobody buys their Divine Court crap anymore!"

Li Xueke tsk'd: "They've wrecked this world, all that's left is bitterness and rage. And they expect folks to help... wait, no—"

Li Xueke's expression suddenly shifted, "Something's off!"

Wu He was relieved: "Exactly, you finally get it. If the energy they need is precisely 'this broken world should just be destroyed,' then the people's resentment is playing right into their hands."

Everyone—human and not—looked at each other, their skin crawling, a chill running down their spines.

No wonder the Divine Court was so reckless.

No wonder they had no need for shame or a moral bottom line.

Because whether the people trusted or hated them, it all helped them reach their endgame.

A dead end either way.

"So... what now?"

"No clue—just do our part... the rest's up to the heavens."

"No," the Foxtail Grass Spirit wagged its head, full of confidence, "The rest is up to the boss!"

It trusted its master without a doubt!

Fu Yu, the one they trusted, was quietly watching the three top gods before her.

Yun Shan Luan appeared the most calm and steady, but under his Insight Technique, you could see a chilling aura flowing inside him, creepily similar to the Evil Demon God's.

That aura was inhuman and savage, a bad omen to look at.

Fu Yu and Jun Bu Du traded glances.

—I think he's a lunatic trying hard to act normal.

—Mm.

—Target him?

—Works for me.

With the decision made, Fu Yu beamed at Qiu Qianyue.

Qiu Qianyue's massive Dharma Form happened to look down gracefully.

Their eyes locked.

One looked holy and gentle, the other devout and respectful.

A thought struck Fu Yu. She raised an eyebrow slightly, and her smile turned even more genuine.

Oh, she remembered!

It was rare for her to look up at someone like this, and it suddenly triggered a long-buried memory.

It was...

a very miserable day.

When Little Fuyu was a little over three, almost four, the Old Charlatan nearly got hitched.

The Old Charlatan had gotten involved with a well-off butcher, and in those days, when she came home from her stall, she'd always come home with a strip of pork ribs wrapped in brown paper.

With meat to eat, the Old Charlatan was in a good mood, and Little Fuyu could snag a few scraps, even filling her belly with the broth.

She was totally on board with the Old Charlatan marrying the butcher!

She didn't mind one bit calling the butcher "Dad."

After all, she didn't have a real dad anyway.

But the wedding fell through in the end.

It turned out the Old Charlatan had kept the truth from the butcher—he didn't know she'd been married before and had a little burden under four years old.

On the wedding day, she was already in the bridal sedan, had entered the groom's house, with firecrackers popping and drums thundering—quite the lively scene.

Just as the couple was about to enter the bridal chamber, and the rice was about to cook, someone recognized Little Fuyu, who had mingled with the crowd to eat at the feast.

And so, the Old Charlatan's luck ran out.

The secret was "exposed," and negotiations broke down.

The Old Charlatan was no pushover. At the wedding banquet, she planted her hands on her hips and cursed out the groom's relatives, leaving them all covered in dust and shame.

Impressive as it was, the marriage was completely off.

When they left the butcher's house, the Old Charlatan's makeup was smeared, her wedding dress was torn, and she was both dejected and bristling like an angry powder keg.

Little Fuyu got a beating and was kicked out of the house late at night.

She didn't dare go far, hugging her knees and huddling under the eaves, waiting for dawn—the Old Charlatan had a bad memory and would forget most of it after a good sleep.

"What a pitiful child."

Half-asleep, she heard someone speak.

"You must be an orphan, right? Come, come home with me and become a most noble young lady."

A fragrant breeze swept by as someone bent down and extended a hand to her.

Little Fuyu lazily lifted her eyelids.

Hmph, a perfumed woman draped in silks and satins.

Such tricks, trying to fool a swindler?

How laughable.

When she followed the Old Charlatan out to con and cheat, this kidnapper (human trafficker) was still cooling her heels somewhere.

Little Fuyu sneered: "Get lost!"

The perfumed woman, probably never having encountered such a difficult kid, was taken aback for a moment before gently coaxing, "Look, your mother doesn't love you at all. She only cares about herself. She sees you as a burden..."

Little Fuyu almost laughed out loud.

This kidnapper was all over the place—just a moment ago, she asked if she was an orphan, and the next, she started badmouthing the old charlatan.

She really thought kids were idiots.

Little Fuyu, of course, wasn't about to tell this crook that she had overheard the "negotiation" between the old charlatan and the butcher. They had said that as long as the old charlatan was willing to dump the dead weight, the marriage could go on.

Little Fuyu hadn't dared to listen to the old charlatan's answer, but she had witnessed the dramatic spectacle of the old charlatan causing a scene at the wedding.

What did a kidnapper know about what she and the old charlatan had?

So, Little Fuyu half-lifted her eyelids and lazily mimicked the old charlatan's manner: "I won't say it a third time—get lost!"

Back then, she was truly a fearless little kid.

Now, recalling the old days, Fu Yu couldn't help but get chills for Little Fuyu, who was not even four years old.

That was a close call.

Luckily, Qiu Qianyue had people with her at the time, making it inconvenient to mess with a little street kid.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Speaking of which... Bai Lianbi, also known as Little Yuqing, a Supreme God's incarnation, had once relentlessly manipulated the Boundary Fire to chase after the mother and daughter...

Even more intriguing.

Their eyes met, and Fu Yu curled her lips into a smile even more sincere than before.

"Supreme God, He Yingkong is ready to serve you."

"Why not start with... this one?"

Fu Yu raised her hand and pointed respectfully at Yun Shan Luan.