Chapter 146: The Great Night Enshrouds, the Great Dream Awakens; Unrivaled Under Heaven.

Chapter 146: The Great Night Enshrouds, the Great Dream Awakens; Unrivaled Under Heaven.

Qiu Qianyue's pupils contracted in shock!

Evil Demon God!

How could He have descended here?

No, that's not right—if He had invaded the vortex, why hadn't the already precarious Heavenly Dao collapsed yet?

"Impossible..."

The muscles around Qiu Qianyue's eyes spasmed, and her Dharma Form's enormous eyes showed more white than black, the pupils trembling as she looked down at Fu Yu, who stood beneath the Evil Demon God.

"What trick did you pull?"

The next moment, an icy, soul-piercing howl swept over everything!

"BOOOM—"

An immense, invisible ripple passed through the void, the vision trembling, and the scene before her twisted and warped like ripples on water.

Time and space seemed to be severed.

Fu Yu's slow, curling smile froze, each movement captured frame by frame.

Qiu Qianyue saw it!

Where the Evil Demon God overflowed, one golden suppression character seal after another emerged, forming a shaky golden dam of characters that barely protected the precarious gap in the Heavenly Dao.

The weight of the entire world, at this moment, was all carried in the space before her eyes!

The seal that Fu Yu had set by burning her life soul had become the world's last line of defense.

She and her defense stood at the edge of the world's destruction.

"Roar—!!!"

The void trembled. The Evil Demon God's terrifying roar crashed into Qiu Qianyue's Dharma Form.

She groaned, crossing her arms in front of her face.

In her peripheral vision, layers of golden luminescence rose and faded, clearly outlining the shape of the Evil Demon God's will, rising and falling like a river flowing past her.

That colossal thing had "squeezed" out!

Qiu Qianyue heard her own mind scream in unbearable strain.

She had "devoured" Yun Shan Luan, so this feeling wasn't unfamiliar: "...A fine stratagem—using a tiger to drive away a wolf."

The intense pain in her skull made a faint red glow seep from the depths of her eyes.

"But Divine Shaman," Qiu Qianyue said, each word deliberate, "do you think what He is? Using Him to deal with me will only destroy this world even more terribly!"

Fu Yu sighed in mock admiration: "You people are really good at blaming others for everything you do. Did I open the Portal? Did I make the Evil Demon God destroy the Heavenly Dao?"

Qiu Qianyue showed no sign of guilt: "The process doesn't matter. Can you deny that you're using Him to deal with me now?"

Fu Yu complied glibly: "Ah, yes, yes, yes."

"But you've miscalculated," Qiu Qianyue sneered. "Before He and I bring each other down, I will kill you and end this! Moreover..."

A hint of sweetness crept into her voice, "How do you know this isn't helping me?"

Her Dharma Form's vast sleeves waved, and the divine artifact, Heavenly Sin Eye, left aside earlier, was activated, instantly projecting the terrifying scene of the Evil Demon God's descent to the mortal realm.

"A world-ending calamity has descended! All mortals of the world, worship me and revere me, and you shall find deliverance!"

This scene was like a nightmare come true.

In the eyes of the mortal world, the majestic Dharma Form of a deity stood beyond the world, resisting the evil god from beyond.

Who wouldn't devoutly convert?

"Divine Shaman," Qiu Qianyue smiled with an eerie elegance, sending a divine thought, "witness this scene. Do you think the world will help you or me? The People you've always wanted to protect will help me destroy the world!"

As her divine thought ended, she moved.

Her colossal Dharma Form pressed against the Evil Demon God's frigid will, forging upstream, the right hand hidden behind her back gathered a dazzling divine light.

"Bestow: Death's Potion!"

The terrifying death potion seal took shape in her palm as she unleashed her ultimate killing move, simultaneously adding another layer of defense to her Dharma Form.

"Defend: Golden Jade Terrace!"

In the face of absolute power disparity, all of the Divine Shaman's petty tricks were no longer worth a glance. She only needed to guard against the divine sword that obeyed Fu Yu's commands—Nine Crossroads Dust.

Kill the Divine Shaman, and the Heavenly Dao would crumble on its own!

Infinite distance vanished in an instant, Fu Yu's figure rapidly expanding in the Dharma Form's pupils.

Protected by the Golden Jade Terrace, Qiu Qianyue's iron-hard Dharma Form arrived in a flicker!

Fu Yu remained in that lazy, casual manner, drawling lazily: "If you don't show up now, I'll really die on you—"

Qiu Qianyue's pupils tightened slightly.

She had no time to think; the secret technique Death's Potion in her palm rumbled violently, slamming downward with the aura of annihilation.

A cold, ominous premonition stirred deep in her heart.

'Kill, kill, kill!'

Her trembling gaze urged her hand forward.

'Hurry, hurry, hurry!'

Though everything was happening in a split second, there was a strange illusion that everything was "too slow."

Just as the earth-shattering, world-destroying Death's Potion was about to strike Fu Yu.

A figure that could not be ignored suddenly appeared in her vision.

He was clad in a black Imperial Sorcerer Robe, emerging from the Evil Demon God himself, arriving beside Fu Yu in a flash.

Behind him, a long trail of afterimages stacked and merged back into his body.

White hair, crimson pupils.

His skin was like white stone, cold as jade.

He lifted his thin, cold eyelids, his crimson eyes gazing with indifference and command, like an immortal or a ghost, a demon or a god.

He clenched his fist and swung a backhand slash.

"Clang—hum—"

In this person's hands, Nine Crossroads Dust was the eternal nightmare and terror carved into the hearts of the immortal sects.

Qiu Qianyue's pupils shrank in shock. She had no time to pull back as the Deadly Poison in her palm crashed into the sword aura.

Breath froze, heartbeat ceased.

A beat later, the name that surfaced in her mind sent goosebumps crawling across her cheeks.

How... how is that possible...

"Yaaah!!!"

With the sword in this person's hands, all things could be cut.

The Deadly Poison was severed, and even the Golden Jade Terrace lasted only a breath before shattering.

Qiu Qianyue flew backward in a retreat, her trembling eyes lowering to see a long crack slowly opening in the palm of her Dharma Form.

"How is it possible, how is it possible?!"

"He... how could he have been reborn?!"

She didn't even dare to speak that forbidden name.

"Surprise! Shock! Did you expect that?!" Fu Yu cackled with a strange laugh. "You cursed him to become the Demon King yourselves, and you opened the Portal to let him out, you morons!"

Qiu Qianyue's pupils trembled violently.

It was like being struck by five lightning bolts.

Fu Yu waved a hand, continuing the verbal kill: "It's nothing, doesn't matter. You can just blame it on me, anyway. I'm already up to my neck in blame, one more won't matter."

She turned her head and raised an eyebrow smugly at Jun Bu Du.

She had not only pulled Qiu Qianyue out of the vortex but also bought him enough time to bring the Evil Demon God here in one piece.

She was riding high on her success. "How about that? Am I amazing or what?"

Her eyes, black and white distinct, shone so brightly they stabbed a warmth into his heart.

His eyes lingered briefly on her wounds, then shifted away.

This was not the time to dampen her spirits.

Jun Bu Du's Adam's apple moved, suppressing the myriad emotions surging within, and said in a deep voice, "Peerless under heaven."

Fu Yu’s heart was blooming with joy, but her face remained nonchalant. "Mm, just a small thing, simple and easy."

She, too, glanced away lightly.

Joy swelled upward, and she couldn't hold back the smile creeping onto her lips.

Qiu Qianyue had had enough of their lovey-dovey eye contact.

"You two..." She twisted her lips, her eyes flickering wildly, and laughed darkly. "Do you think this can ruin my millennia-long plan?"

The prayer power surged, rapidly healing the wound on her palm.

She snapped her gaze to the violently churning, raging vortex.

Shuddering, she gritted her teeth and shouted venomously, "All the billions of ignorant souls in this world are my believers. They supply me with prayer power, they're my meat shields. As long as they live, I'm immortal!"

The will of the Evil Demon God raged like a tsunami, rampaging through this void. The golden suppression seal incantation wavered dangerously under wave after wave of attacks.

The Heavenly Dao was already on the brink of collapse.

Even if she did nothing, it wouldn't last much longer—the Evil Demon God would bring about the end of the world for her.

As long as she stalled, time would surely be on her side.

"You can't kill me," Qiu Qianyue said, steeling her resolve. She formed hand seals and superimposed layer upon layer of defenses before her. "To kill me, you'd have to kill every single believer first! Bring it on, let's see who lasts longer, who walks away as the last one standing!"

Fu Yu chuckled.

She waved her hand, laughing.

"Ever think," Fu Yu drawled, "that we never intended to kill you?"

Qiu Qianyue frowned.

"Hmph, Divine Shaman, you think I'd buy your crap at this point?"

"Take it or leave it."

Fu Yu turned her head and met Jun Bu Du's gaze.

Between long-married partners like them, a single look was enough for their minds to communicate.

He gave a slight nod.

He reached out, his long, bony fingers clasping her hand. His eyes lowered, and he quietly recited the spell: "The Crossing of All Beings · The Night Spreads Across the Sky."

A faint smile curled at the corner of Fu Yu's mouth.

She didn't mind spilling it to Qiu Qianyue: "You can't keep making the same mistakes. I've come to understand—the world belongs to all its people. The true Savior can only be the people of the world."

Qiu Qianyue sneered in disdain: "Are you insane? With those selfish, cowardly weaklings? They will never have the courage to resist! Impossible, absolutely impossible! A savior? They don't deserve to be called saviors! What the hell kind of joke are you telling, Divine Shaman!"

But her pupils had shrunk to pinpricks.

If someone else had said such things, Qiu Qianyue would have thought them utterly stupid, brainwashed by empty rhetoric.

But the people before her were the Divine Shaman and the Dao Ancestor.

Were they trying to trick her into coming forward?

Just as Qiu Qianyue was wavering in suspicion, Fu Yu activated her incantation: "The Crossing of All Beings · Insight · The Great Dream Awakens!"

"What—"

In her vision, now dyed with the hues of the Yellow Springs, a pitch-black darkness suddenly fell from the sky.

It was a clear, bright day, yet the great night suddenly descended.

A terrifying premonition arose in the hearts of everyone in the world—the Heavenly Dao was about to fall, the laws would cease to exist!

As the great night fell, in a daze, people felt as if they had an incredibly long dream.

Life is like a dream, and a dream is like life.

When the night before their eyes receded and their vision gradually cleared, as if lit by a bright candle, people saw a sight they would never forget.

A bloody sight.

Many bodies had chunks of flesh gouged out, exposing stark white bones and dark, gloomy internal organs.

"This..."

This scene was truly bizarre, odd, horrifying, and surreal, yet oddly, people felt no surprise in their hearts.

The Divine Court devours people, the powerful devour people—wasn't this a fact everyone knew?

People looked around with bewildered expressions.

Those around them were equally bewildered.

Then, the long-buried memories in their minds surged up like a tsunami.

Recalling the past anew, they suddenly realized that those relatives who died silently had, time and again, been devoured by the beasts from the Hall of Benevolence, their flesh and blood gobbled up until they were utterly drained, leaving only a tattered skeleton with scraps, dying in a shape no longer human.

"Father—Mother!"

"Grandpa! Grandma!"

As memories rewound, those skeletons had once been people with smiling eyes and warm hands stroking their heads, using blood-stained coins to exchange for the grain that kept their families alive.

The gnawed bones bore tooth marks.

The torn tissues oozed blood continuously.

So painful... so painful... People slowly lowered their heads, gazing at their own mangled bodies.

So painful!

So it turned out that their bodies, numb for so many years, were in such pain.

One after another, low growls of fury escaped their throats.

Such pain! Such hatred!

When the long-sealed agony was no longer numb, surging into their hearts, burning their eyes red, when people unconsciously raised their reddened eyes and looked around,

They saw it, they saw it!

Those bloated and gluttonous nobles, those sanctimonious divine officials, those maggots hiding in the shadows, fanning the flames.

Their bodies were plastered with chunks of people's flesh, their eyes wide open, staring in death.

They were mountains of flesh—ugly, deformed, insatiably greedy, their bodies streaming with the blood of The People.

And such things still dared to flap their lips, shamelessly speaking of compassion and great love.

"The ones who deserve to go to hell... are them! They are not human!"

"Father! Mother! Your child is unfilial! Today, waking from the great dream, I finally realize that the enemy is right before my eyes!"

"Revenge! Revenge!"

The cry for revenge and the flames of wrath raised thousand-foot waves, aimed straight at the once unreachable Divine Court in the heavens!