Chapter 138: Divine and Demonic as One, Condemned by Heaven and Earth—Condemned.

Chapter 138: Divine and Demonic as One, Condemned by Heaven and Earth—Condemned.

Fu Yu suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

This battle took place in the deepest part of the Divine Demon Great Burial, where no living beings remained nearby at the time, and the world knew nothing of it.

She hadn’t expected the commotion to be this massive.

With such a huge disturbance, it was impossible to hide it from Jun Bu Du—his cultivation had already transcended heaven and earth, and with something this big, even He Yingkong could sense it, let alone him.

So he did know.

For the first time in her life, Fu Yu didn't dare look back at the past.

She didn’t dare dwell on it—how Jun Bu Du had come home that day as if nothing had happened, casually exchanging a few words with her, rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands and cook her a few home-cooked dishes, then casually suggesting she get some rest early…

She had never dared to look him straight in the eyes the entire time.

Since he knew everything, when he looked at her, were his eyes calm and unruffled, or bone-chillingly cold?

Fu Yu’s scalp crawled, and her heart pounded heavily in her chest.

“He Yingkong.” Wu Lihen's rebuke suddenly rang out beside her ear. “What is this?”

“Apologies, Supreme God.” Fu Yu made a hand seal with one finger, maintaining a smile, and replied in the same pretentious tone as the real He Yingkong. “This is the will of that person—a will lingering in the Heavenly Dao. He wants to restore his wife's reputation. I tried to stop it, but I was powerless.”

“Enough,” Qiu Qianyue said gently. “Don’t be too hard on He Yingkong. He couldn’t have foreseen this happening.”

Wu Lihen said coldly, “So now the whole world will praise the Divine Shaman!”

Qiu Qianyue let out a slow, soft laugh. “So what? The more people look up to and worship the Divine Shaman, the more devastating the collapse of that spiritual icon will be, isn’t that right?”

Back then, that grand plan to create and then destroy the Dao Ancestor as a god was orchestrated by them.

Now it's the same story—people place their hopes on the Divine Shaman, only to learn she is dead, and their spirits will crumble.

Wu Lihen lowered his gaze to “He Yingkong.”

Though he had always known the Divine Shaman was terrifying, he hadn't felt it so viscerally before witnessing that scene firsthand.

Now, his mind shook violently, and a sense of absurdity welled up in him—how could the Divine Shaman, so powerful and fearsome, die at the hands of this pretty boy? So easily, so quietly?

Even with countless pieces of evidence supporting this fact, Wu Lihen’s instincts stirred a seed of doubt deep within him.

“…You, beheaded the Divine Shaman?”

Fu Yu humbly replied, “Just luck, I wouldn't dare take credit.”

Wu Lihen looked at Qiu Qianyue, who smiled faintly, unbothered.

He still couldn't unknit his brows.

This He Yingkong always managed to spring “surprises.”

No one had ever thought much of He Yingkong, yet he always ended up as the final victor—a useless bastard who swallowed the entire Crane Shadow Family, and a live-in son-in-law who then killed his father-in-law, Emperor Wugu.

It was He Yingkong who destroyed the Divine Shaman’s remains thousands of years ago.

Now, the reincarnation of the Divine Shaman had only cultivated to the Transcendent realm, and when she encountered He Yingkong, a Demi-god and her biological father, with him plotting against her, being beheaded didn't seem all that surprising.

Reports from all sides confirmed that the Divine Shaman’s death.

“Xie Fuyu” was dead as a doornail—there was no doubt about it. He Yingkong had indeed retrieved the Nine Crossroads Dust and the Heavenly Sin Eye from the Divine Shaman’s hand.

Logic told Wu Lihen this suspicion was unnecessary.

Among the three, Qiu Qianyue was the most venomous and sly, and even she wasn’t suspicious. Was he just overthinking it?

But Wu Lihen still found it absurd.

Once the seed of doubt was planted, it had to be removed.

Wu Lihen’s mind stirred, and he raised his palm, enveloping “He Yingkong” with immense divine might.

Having stolen the power of the Heavenly Dao for years, he could now manipulate the forces of law.

He solemnly spoke the truth-seeking question: “Did the Divine Shaman truly fall by your hand?”

Divine light blazed forth.

Under the Heavenly Dao, all things obey the laws, compelled to speak the truth.

Fu Yu felt the force of the laws.

Her mouth opened against her will, and the truth came out.

“…”

On the flying boat, the weird creatures looked away, dazed, exchanging looks with eyes trembling.

“The Divine Shaman… she’s so strong!”

“So she died for this world so early, and her deeds were buried for a thousand years, unknown to anyone.”

The Foxtail Grass Spirit burst into tears. “Master! Waaah! Master! Master is so heartbreaking! It's my fault—I wasn't there for Master!”

“It’s fine,” Wu He said listlessly, trying to comfort it. “You died even before she did.”

The Foxtail Grass Spirit: “…”

The monkey shrank into a round cashew nut.

It had stuck with the Divine Shaman until the very end, but it never knew she was about to die. It thought she was just brokenhearted after losing her husband and had withdrawn from the world.

If only it had known sooner… what could it have done?

The monkey scratched its head, frustrated.

There were so many things it should have done better.

Like those annoying chickens in the village, always crowing at midnight, waking her up—it should have clamped their beaks shut!

Or those caterpillars crawling onto her rattan chair. She, a full-fledged Demi-god, just let them climb onto her clothes. It watched and watched, waiting to see how long she’d put up with it before striking. But she never did. When the bugs were about to touch her skin, it couldn’t take it anymore, plucked them off, and squashed them into juice!

So she really hadn’t noticed. If only it had known she was that weak, it would never have let those wretched bugs touch even a corner of her robe.

For instance... those bastards came to steal her body.

He thought she was playing dead, deliberately luring them out to take them all down at once.

So he didn’t act right away.

If he'd made a move just a bit sooner, would she not have fallen apart right in front of him?

The monkey awkwardly turned his head toward the window, staring at the sun, blinking furiously.

The flying boat descended toward the Divine Demon's burial site.

Taking in the scene, the weirdos all bugged their eyes out, leaning over the edge of the boat, almost flipping the whole thing over.

Li Xueke snapped: “Watch it, all of you!”

Then he himself forgot to steer.

The weirdos hopped off one after another like dumplings into boiling water, gawking at those towering, metallic black-gold dragon-bone arrays.

“Wow!”

The iron defense line stood gleaming on the earth, shining bright.

Squads of Divine Dragon Clan warriors moved in perfect sync, working like clockwork, and in a flash, new formations started taking shape.

Two generals stepped out from the ranks.

Long Ao Tian and Long Yuanyuan grinned wide, striding forward confidently.

The two sides had known each other by reputation for ages, their first meeting felt like old friends catching up.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit stared wide-eyed at the chubby-faced Long Yuanyuan: “Master said she patted your head when you were little!”

Long Yuanyuan bounced up: “Long Ao Tian, I told you! Now do you believe me?”

Long Ao Tian: “Huh? Wait! The Great Shaman roamed the world for thousands of years, chasing his dead wife's voice… could it be…”

The Foxtail Grass Spirit got excited: “Ooh, they actually met in a dream! I always said Master was crazy about her dream guy, but she never owned up to it!”

The two dragons leaned in, eyes gleaming: “Spill it, quick!”

Wu He sighed in defeat: “Hey… let's… get… on… with… it…”

“Digging three feet down? No big deal!”

Fu Yu's current power couldn't hold a candle to the Supreme God.

Let alone that the enemy had tapped into the Heavenly Dao's rules.

She opened her mouth and laid it out bluntly: “The Divine Shaman really died by my hand—no doubt about it.”

She burned her own soul and offed herself—what's the problem?

Qiu Qianyue blinked, her eyes darting to Wu Lihen, and she chuckled: “You, with all your paranoia, couldn't even trust Crane Shadow. I was dumb enough not to doubt for a second… Well, it worked out in the end—you were just overthinking it.”

Wu Lihen's look was complicated.

For some reason, even after being proven right again, his gut still felt like a thorn in his side.

Fu Yu didn't mind throwing out another bold claim: “No offense, but in this world, I'm the only one who can kill the Divine Shaman.”

Wu Lihen: “…”

He pulled back his divine thought, not hiding his scorn—this Pretty Boy was just stupidly lucky, totally forgetting his place.

The great art of time reversal kept going.

In Yun Shan Luan's shaking eyes, the golden light slowly faded, like the end of an era.

The Divine Shaman…

So the voice in his ear was her lingering will?

The Divine Shaman… she was that strong.

His mind reeled, then a wave of even stronger, near-overwhelming rage hit him.

Jun Bu Du—who did he think he was?

What gave him the right for his own wife to die for him, and a woman like the Divine Shaman to die for him too?

“Damn it… damn it all!”

He grabbed his head, throbbing with agonizing pain.

Why did these people have to die? Why did they all have to die!

They should've lived!

They should've bowed to him, worshipped him, treated him like a god!

“I'll be the one and only True God in this world!”

“Jun Bu Du, Jun Bu Du, you got the guts to face me!”

“Ha—hahahaha!”

“Too bad, too bad you won't see it—you couldn't save the world, but I can! I'll not only become the Savior, I'll build a new, better world! Can you? No, you can't!”

“What do you got to compare to me, what do you got to compete for!”

“You'll always be crushed under my—”

Yun Shan Luan's wildly trembling eyes suddenly froze.

His pupils shrank to pinpricks in an instant.

The earth… the earth…

The earth beneath his feet had cracked open.

A chill rose from the soles of his feet, straight to the crown of his head.

His soul shuddered on instinct, and without thinking, he shot away from the weird earth.

Reaching midair, he looked down with trembling eyes.

It was... it was...

The earth opened its eyes!

As far as the eye could see, there was just this eye!

It was a cold, indifferent, emotionless eye.

If there was a Heavenly Dao, this would be what it looked like.

In an instant, an overwhelming terror swept through Yun Shan Luan.

The next moment, something even more terrifying happened—the sky, too, opened an eye.

Yun Shan Luan looked up, his gaze trembling.

This eye, covering the whole sky, was blood-red, indifferent, and totally inhuman.

Above and below, a god and a demon.

Like mirror images of each other.

God and demon, two sides of the same coin, were Heaven and Earth themselves.

Seeing this, no one could keep their heart from pounding like a drum.

When these two giant eyes cast their indifferent gaze on him, Yun Shan Luan truly felt like an ant fighting against the entire world.

No, in the middle of it all, a person was even less than an ant.

Heaven and Earth would crush a person, completely indifferent to them.

"Kill."