Chapter 145: The Broken Death Prophecy – Arrogance.

Chapter 145: The Broken Death Prophecy - Arrogance.

Fu Yu had long realized that a formidable enemy lurked within the Divine Court.

This person was deep and calculating, adept at hiding behind the scenes to manipulate hearts and minds, acting without any scruples, quite malicious. This enemy plotted Li Daoxuan's death, orchestrated Venerable Wuyang's self-ruin, and incited the commoners to kill each other—all using the same tactics.

Clearly, this formidable foe was neither the half-mad Yun Shan Luan nor the impulsive and gluttonous Wu Lihen.

Who Little Yuqing was an incarnation of was obvious.

A person's actions always have natural momentum; if an opponent exploits it, it can be called a "weakness."

—Little Yuqing left Heavenly Master Dam when victory was in his grasp.

—Qiu Qianyue would naturally also withdraw from the vortex to slay Fu Yu.

They locked eyes, and Qiu Qianyue instantly got what Fu Yu meant.

"The same mistake... you mean the trick of faking injury to lure me away from there." Qiu Qianyue's suspicion and caution lasted only a second, then she curled her lips into a sneer. "So what? Yu Xiao and Xue Xue Ren could kill me only because their incarnations were stronger than me. But you're at the end of your rope now, nothing but an ant!"

The giant hand rumbled down at Fu Yu like a meteor of heavenly fire, its terrifying pressure sealed off all Fu Yu's energy.

No way up to heaven, no door into the earth!

Qiu Qianyue was sure she'd destroyed all teleportation arrays—every corner of the golden glow around them had no blind spots.

Without arrays and badly wounded, Fu Yu could never dodge this killing blow.

"Die!"

Qiu Qianyue coldly passed judgment.

Fu Yu leaned against the half-shattered statue, still wearing that lazy, unconcerned look. As the Dharma Form's glowing giant palm came down like Mount Tai, she smiled casually, totally unfazed.

"Boom!"

Where the palm hit, nothing was left but ashes.

At the foot of the divine mountain, before the jade steps.

"Over there!"

The ghastly, dark shade like the Yellow Springs in the vision got thicker and thicker, impossible to ignore no matter how you blinked or rubbed your eyes.

Even with eyes closed, it stayed in the darkness of their vision.

This was the Heavenly Dao being invaded by the Evil Demon God.

The divine mountain was packed with commoners.

The end of the world was near, yet the Divine Shaman was dead, her body on display for the crowd.

On the altar, the white-robed High Priest threw his hands up: "This is what happens when you blaspheme!"

The people wept in grief, too afraid to speak.

Li Xueke had put away his flying boat and slipped into the crowd with the Foxtail Grass Spirit, pushing to the front.

He went "Yi" and raised an eyebrow, pointing at the corpse and laughing: "Didn't you say you saw your master die here? There she is! False alarm!"

The Foxtail Grass Spirit stayed silent, clenching its fists, its eyes flickering slightly.

The High Priests started whipping up the crowd with dramatic fervor.

"The one true god in this world is our lord!"

"Kneel—piously worship our lord, and he'll carry you past all suffering!"

"The eternal, blissful new era will have a spot for you!"

"First to convert gets salt and rice!"

At the mention of free stuff, people in the crowd started kneeling one by one.

Soon, arguments and even fights broke out among the kneelers over who was faster or slower.

The High Priests exchanged looks, sneering in contempt.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit slowly looked around and murmured, "The people aren't stupid or numb—they're just too beaten down."

This was a world where one had to sell their lifespan just to survive.

Talk of not bowing for five bushels of rice—when a child was starving to death, what room was there for integrity? How low do you have to be to stand up there and shamelessly call the commoners spineless?

The Little Golden Crow poked its head out, pointing a claw at the kneeling people and then upward: "Faith power, sucking! Sucking hard!"

Li Xueke asked, "You mean that thing up there is greedily devouring faith power?"

The Little Golden Crow nodded vigorously.

Li Xueke laughed in exasperation: "These fools! Do they even know they're being used to fight the Divine Shaman and the Dao Ancestor? Ah, weird thing, dog—"

His turning head suddenly froze.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit beside him, silent for a long while, had become dazed and still, like a puppet.

The Paper Effigy Boy was the first to react: "The prophecy! The prophecy!"

Li Xueke froze for a moment, then a sudden realization dawned, goosebumps rising on his cheeks.

"...It's going to fulfill the prophecy for the Divine Shaman."

Li Xueke's terrified gaze fell on the corpse displayed before the ten-thousand-foot jade steps.

It was well-preserved, as if in a deep sleep.

And then, suddenly, it came back to life!

"Hiss—"

The crowd gasped, stunned into silence.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit manipulated its former body, slowly standing up.

The High Priest, with his back to it, remained unaware, still spouting his divine doctrine with spittle flying. But soon, no more people knelt to convert; instead, pairs of eyes, after a brief moment of terror, began to glimmer with faint light.

The High Priest frowned: "You all—"

His lips moved, but his voice vanished.

He found his vision suddenly tilting sideways, then plummeting toward the earth.

He barely managed to move his eyes.

What the... hell...?

"Thud!"

His head struck the jade steps, bouncing down with a clatter, the world spinning as the light rapidly dimmed. In the last remnants of his sight, he locked eyes with a commoner kneeling on the ground.

The Divine Shaman had beheaded him.

"The Divine Shaman is alive! The Divine Shaman is alive!" someone finally screamed.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit clenched her fists, mimicking her master's tone as she talked tough: "Why are you kneeling? What's the Divine Court anyway? I'll tear through 'em all."

She turned and stepped onto the towering jade steps, one by one.

For a moment, no one dared move or stop her.

'Master, as we agreed back then—storming the Divine Court, I'd lead the charge.'

Her eyes stung as she charged headlong into her fate.

Behind her, the crowd erupted into cheers.

"Get up, get up! Stop kneeling! The Divine Shaman's charging up! She's breaking into the Divine Court!"

"The Divine Court's lying again! They always lie!"

"Divine Shaman! Divine Shaman!"

The enemies on the mountain only dared to test her from a distance at first.

For the Foxtail Grass Spirit, her human form was way less useful than her original body—she couldn't extend long branches to swat away arrows, nor harden her skin to withstand damage.

She finally got hurt.

Looking down, she saw blood seeping out, staining her robes red. She couldn't help but grin and laugh.

'Not master, haha! Not her.'

'Master's not in trouble—that's great!'

It hurt like hell, but she was so happy.

She had broken her master's prophecy of death!

She was awesome!

Her red robes soaked with blood, she pressed on against the relentless assault of blades, spears, and lightning, step by step, unyielding.

Her soaked robes oozed blood, flowing down the towering jade steps endlessly.

She couldn't tell if it was hers or the enemy's blood.

Down it went, on and on...

Like a waterfall, huh...

"Boom!"

Half of the False God's colossal statue in the bronze ruins crumbled to dust.

Under the divine pressure, anything in existence was doomed to be annihilated.

"Divine Shaman, oh Divine Shaman, how are you gonna survive this strike?" Qiu Qianyue murmured softly, gazing at the empty spot where the dust settled. "Shattered to pieces, huh? Feels no different from crushing a real ant."

"Heh... hahaha."

She let out a low, eerie laugh.

"Why do people keep making the same mistakes?" Qiu Qianyue shook her head regretfully. "Because mistakes go unpunished and get rewarded instead—like now, when no one can stand in my way to the great Dao!"

"Let this world... sink into eternal damnation!"

"Ha—"

A flicker in her peripheral vision cut off her laughter.

Her massive Dharma Form suddenly turned, its pupils trembling in their sockets as it stared in shock at the vortex's edge.

Fu Yu lounged there, and when she saw Qiu Qianyue looking over, she raised her left hand and gave a little wave.

"You—still alive?!" Qiu Qianyue's voice shifted slightly.

How the hell was this possible?! How?!

With such a gap in power and her injuries, how could she have survived that world-shattering strike?!

Fu Yu said lazily, "Still not dead. How rude of me."

Qiu Qianyue's pupils trembled with shock and wariness, hesitating to charge in recklessly.

The Divine Shaman... was way stronger than she'd imagined. Why? Just how many more tricks did she have up her sleeve?

Qiu Qianyue refused to admit she'd underestimated Fu Yu.

There must be something she was missing... there had to be!

Her gaze flickered wildly as her mind churned, a thought on the verge of surfacing...

Fu Yu suddenly smiled. "Want to know the answer? Use the laws of heaven to ask me? Oh—" She dropped her expression. "Forgot, forgot—I've already tricked you out of the vortex."

She raised an eyebrow and shrugged, her regret utterly insincere, almost begging for a punch.

Qiu Qianyue's train of thought was interrupted, and her killing intent surged.

Fu Yu waved a hand and laughed generously. "No matter, I don't mind telling you."

She dragged out the suspense slowly, and just as Qiu Qianyue's murderous intent was about to boil over, she spoke unhurriedly.

"Look where I'm standing."

Qiu Qianyue's gaze sharpened.

The fleeting spark of insight in her mind suddenly clicked into place.

It suddenly clicked.

Qiu Qianyue’s voice went distant: “The darkest place is right under the lamp. I overlooked the last formation.”

She’d blown up every teleportation formation around her, leaving no blind spots in her line of sight—but she’d overlooked... her own position.

She was there, so Fu Yu naturally couldn’t swap into her and risk getting killed.

But what if she left the edge of the vortex?

A complicated look flickered in Qiu Qianyue’s eyes.

Now, their positions were reversed. In a sense, wasn’t this still a successful swap?

Qiu Qianyue caught on: “You wiped the blood from your hand onto the statue to draw the formation.”

“Right.” Fu Yu spread her hands. “Since we’ve come this far, I might as well come clean about one more thing: I’m buying time right now. You’re clever—only by making you see through all my schemes fast would you stay put and point them out one by one.”

Qiu Qianyue’s expression shifted slightly.

“Get it now?” Fu Yu smiled. “Your mistake is called pride.”

As her lazy words fell, the vortex behind her suddenly trembled violently, emitting an extremely sharp, piercing screech.

Then, a cold, vast, unstoppable will of an evil god burst forth from the vortex, crashing down into this space with a terrifying roar!

Qiu Qianyue’s pupils contracted sharply.

The golden, radiant eyes of the massive Dharma Form clearly reflected a scene both eerie, terrifying, and inexplicably stunning.

There—

Fu Yu stood alone, her brows and eyes dark, her face pale as frost, a streak of blood slanting from the corner of her lips, eerie and enchanting.

Behind her, an indescribably colossal entity emerged from the vortex, wildly thrashing its ferocious, formless tentacles, like an abyss, like the River Styx.

Like her Dharma Form.