Chapter 139: The Fisherman Benefits from the Clam and the Snipe, Blatant and Unashamed.

Chapter 139: The Fisherman Benefits from the Clam and the Snipe, Blatant and Unashamed.

How could Fu Yu fail to recognize that dead man's eyes?

One was the eye he used to have—a distant mountain and a tranquil crane, ink-wash painting, cold and aloof like a banished celestial from the Nine Heavens.

The other was the eye he now had—cold, unyielding, utterly detached, domineering, and aloof, the gaze of an all-powerful sovereign.

The whole world was nothing but his eyes.

Heaven and earth—they were him, all of him.

Fu Yu did not know how others might feel facing such a sight. Her entire body trembled, out of control with excitement.

She stared into his eyes, open and unashamed.

The eyes of the abyss.

The word "Execute" itself felt like a rule.

Yun You'er's body made a grotesque, unbearable sound.

Even a split second of the world's malice landing on him was beyond human endurance.

His pupils shook violently as he raised his hands in disbelief, watching helplessly as they burst into blood mist, inch by inch, from his fingertips.

"No, no, no!"

"Impossible! Impossible!"

"How could Jun Bu Du be the Heavenly Dao? How could he be—ahhhhh!"

He waved his severed hands, burst up to the wrists, blood seeping from his eyes, he squeezed out heart-wrenching screams.

Those eyes, like heaven and earth themselves, indifferently looked away from him.

He saw them as his mortal enemy; they saw him as a mere weed.

The execution kept going, unabated.

The other side didn't even need to confirm.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh—ah!"

Great clouds of blood mist kept erupting, filling the bloody view.

Yet those eyes of heaven and earth had already turned tender.

In those abyss-like pupils, only a single female figure remained.

She was casual and carefree, with a habitual lazy smile always on her slightly pale lips. She came and went alone, with no sign of loneliness.

She was listless and spiritless, unable to find the green dress she liked, with no sign of longing.

She was careless and indifferent at the Qingming festival, talking about the extinction of all karma, not expecting a reunion in the underworld. Yet she remembered to secretly keep a share for herself while burning paper money and ingots.

She wandered the world, watching people gold-plate his statue. She was too tired to care who was deifying whom, just calmly admiring the face that always made her fall in love at first sight, over and over.

She stopped in a village, sat under the Green Bodhi Tree, resting at sunrise and resting at sunset.

When she finally closed her eyes, all of heaven and earth closed theirs with her, accompanying her in eternal slumber.

Warm sun, bright moon, gentle breeze, treetops, scraps of paper, a wicker chair.

Everything in sight was love neither had ever spoken aloud in life.

"...You dead man."

Fu Yu said, annoyed, "When you're killing people, you pull this kind of thing."

"Boom!"

The blood mist exploded fully.

The Heavenly Dao's malice and love—so blatant and shameless.

"Ahhhh—!"

The whole space rumbled and trembled. All around, bronze avenues swayed and shuddered. High up on the giant walls, countless statues of False Gods, too tall to see fully, cracked with long fissures, raining down bits of gravel.

"Brother Yun, get out fast!"

Yun Shan Luan naturally wanted to get out. His colossal Dharma Form struggled frantically, pulling itself out.

Qiu Qianyue and Wu Lihen exchanged a glance. Without a second thought, they struck together, unleashing two divine beams that hit Yun Shan Luan's Dharma Form squarely.

"Boom!"

Yun Shan Luan's Dharma Form threw its head back and howled, letting out a pained, unearthly roar.

Then, his "tentacles" that had probed into the Heavenly Dao's defect were cut off one by one, and terrifying spiritual energy gushed out like a flood.

"Ah—ah—ah!"

As a massive amount of power drained away, Yun Shan Luan's Dharma Form visibly shrunk.

And those great torrents of spiritual energy flowing into the vortex became unclaimed.

"Jun... Bu Du... Jun Bu Du!"

Yun Shan Luan's pupils shook wildly, his eyeballs darting around in confusion, his mind unhinged, his expression terrified.

"It's him! It's him! He's still here, he's right there!"

"I know, I know," Wu Lihen replied dismissively. His towering Dharma Form bent down, lowered itself, and wrapped its arms around, greedily scooping up the overflowing spiritual energy, devouring it like a whale inhaling water, utterly unceremonious.

Fu Yu cast a subtle glance toward the vortex.

Three hands reaching into the Heavenly Dao's defect—the first had been successfully severed.

Drag it out, and it could be killed.

Fu Yu suppressed her murderous intent and looked kindly at the other two colossal mountains of flesh.

She exchanged a knowing glance with Qiu Qianyue.

Qiu Qianyue smiled sweetly and gently soothed Yun Shan Luan: "Brother Yun has suffered. Who would have thought that the Heavenly Dao's defect would still retain that person's will?"

Yun Shan Luan had yet to recover from his terror.

He thought... that person, at least, should be human—how could it be the Way of Heaven itself?!

He thought he'd grown strong enough...

Everything he was proud of got crushed again, just like that, by that person.

"This ain't Brother Yun's fault," Qiu Qianyue sighed. "My bad, I was careless. I never thought that after thousands of years, that guy's leftover will could still be this strong... Brother Yun knows, I really suck at time and space stuff."

Yun Shan Luan's Dharma Form trembled and faltered a bit.

Qiu Qianyue's hint was so obvious that even in his messed-up state, he got the hint.

If she wasn't good at it, who was?

That'd be Wu Lihen, the space guy.

Yun Shan Luan turned to look at Wu Lihen.

Right then, Wu Lihen was just stuffing his face, eating like a total pig.

Qiu Qianyue looked at Wu Lihen too: "Wu Li... Hey? Don't hog all the spiritual energy, man... don't be like that. Isn't this Brother Yun's energy..."

"He's eating... me!"

Yun Shan Luan's red eyes narrowed to slits.

His soul was in agony, totally drained, no strength left to take back his power.

The three Supreme Gods were evenly matched before, but now one was up and another down. Wu Lihen's Dharma Form was blazing, way stronger than Qiu Qianyue, let alone Yun Shan Luan, who was almost getting stomped on.

In a flash, Yun Shan Luan's hot head went ice cold.

Wu Lihen was the one who tore open space to get here.

If the Way of Heaven still had this much power, how could Wu Lihen not know?

He knew, but kept it quiet, setting him up.

Fighting the burning pain in his skull, Yun Shan Luan gritted out: "Wu, Li, Hen. The big plan's almost done but not yet. Isn't it too early to fight among ourselves?"

Wu Lihen, still busy stuffing his face, waved him off: "You're too hung up on this. You couldn't handle Jun Bu Du, had to pick a fight, and lost. How's that my fault?"

Yun Shan Luan spat: "You gonna say you didn't know?"

Wu Lihen laughed: "I've told you a million times—Jun Bu Du gave himself up to fix the Way of Heaven. Who knows if anything was left behind? Our plan was just to collect the big wish power one last time. You lost it and had to mess with Jun Bu Du. You got what you deserved."

Qiu Qianyue tried to smooth things over: "Brother Yun, don't be paranoid. The big plan's almost done—nobody wants trouble. What's the point of fighting now?"

That only made things worse.

Yun Shan Luan sneered, his eyes shaking as he stared at Wu Lihen still scarfing down the energy: "Then there must be a huge payoff!"

Wu Lihen, totally focused on chowing down the massive spiritual energy, couldn't be bothered to argue.

In this world, there's only one rule: might makes right.

Having the power means you're right.

But then again...

Wu Lihen, still grabbing everything he could, laughed mockingly: "Don't just look at me. While the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman wins. Maybe the real mastermind is someone else?"

He saw it clear as day—it was Qiu Qianyue and that Pretty Boy scheming together, setting a trap for Yun Shan Luan.

Yun Shan Luan sent out his divine sense.

Qiu Qianyue stood there with her hands in her sleeves, not touching any of that free-flowing spiritual energy.

And that Pretty Boy, "He Yingkong"... he'd already ducked behind Qiu Qianyue, like he always does.

Fu Yu was spacing out.

She couldn't tell if the Nine Crossroads Dust in her hand was freezing or burning. Her palm shook a little, like a big show was going on, and she, in all the noise and lights, was secretly, secretly holding someone's hand.

No one knew, her mind elsewhere, watching the show together.

'Hey.'

'Yeah.'

Yun Shan Luan's divine sense snapped back to reality.

He wasn't "tricked."

Whoever got the benefit was the one behind it—no doubt about that.

Since those two hadn't touched his power, the enemy was obvious.

Yun Shan Luan gave Wu Lihen a cold stare.

In just a few seconds, the power that had spilled out of him was almost all eaten up by Wu Lihen.

That Dharma Form swelled up, blindingly bright, filling most of the void.

Under its feet, his own busted Dharma Form looked like a puny kid.

Wu Lihen, satisfied, let out a long sigh and smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, you'll get your cut of the creation credit. Since I took your stuff, I'll naturally take you along."

Everyone knew why they were all here.

After all these years, who didn't know who? No need for fake talk about honor and morals.

Yun Shan Luan sneered: "Give me your life, and I'll remember your great deed when I get the goods!"

Wu Lihen laughed helplessly: "It's come to this, and you're still running your mouth—"

The massive, towering Dharma Form suddenly shook hard.

The next second, in the middle of the blinding divine light, big patches of cold, creepy blue-black spread through.

"Ugh!"

Wu Lihen screamed in pain.

Yun Shan Luan's eyes went cold and evil, his hands making a seal, a sneer on his lips: "You think there are many in this world with a will as strong as mine?!"

After thousands of years of soaking it in, the Evil Demon God's will had long become one with his own.

Since Wu Lihen dared to devour his power, let him taste the bitter torment that had plagued him day and night!

Yun Shan Luan made a fist, and Wu Lihen felt as if his guts were churning, his bones scraped and marrow gouged, in unbearable agony.

"Ahhh!"

The colossal Dharma Form convulsed and twitched, the entire space becoming unstable.

"Wait... wait!" Realizing he had been tricked, Wu Lihen swept his gaze around and landed on Qiu Qianyue, who still wore a faint, detached smile. In an instant, it hit him. "Brother Yun, Brother Yun, stop—you and I have been set up. Qiu Qianyue—she played us both!"

Yun Shan Luan laughed and shot back: "You were the one whose greed got the better of you, messing with your head. How can you blame others?"

As he spoke, his Dharma Form continued its movements. Its fingers curled into claws, clasped before its chest, gathering power. Then, with a sudden motion, its arms thrust outward, splitting open a massive mouth that tore from ear to ear. From that sky-devouring maw burst a piercing shriek—

"Yaaaaaahhh!"

The terrifying will howled through the air, crashing heavily into Wu Lihen's Dharma body.

In an instant, Wu Lihen was hit from all sides, suffering beyond measure.

The Dharma Form trembled violently, on the verge of being overwhelmed. With no other choice, Wu Lihen forcibly withdrew from the vortex, focusing all his effort on countering Yun Shan Luan.

"Enough!"