Chapter 149: The Selfish Saint Distorts Right and Wrong, Unafraid of Death.

Chapter 149: The Selfish Saint Distorts Right and Wrong, Unafraid of Death.

The commoners fought more fiercely, and the Divine Court's forces crumbled.

A blazing red furious dragon soared through the sky, fiercely lashing its tail, and with a deafening "boom" that shook heaven and earth, the Divine Mountain was severed at its waist.

Burning ten-thousand-foot-long steps, jade pavilions, and thousand-layered palaces... all fractured and collapsed, trailing long tails of fire and black smoke, falling in large and small pieces into the abyss.

The blazing flames reflected red on the faces and eyes of the commoners.

Strangely, when the Divine Mountain toppled, it was as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from the people's shoulders and backs, and they involuntarily straightened their spines.

"ROAR——!!!"

The giant dragon roared up to the sky, its blazing, angry eyes seemingly able to pierce time and space, targeting the culprit directly.

Suddenly, their eyes met. Qiu Qianyue's pupils constricted sharply, and as if reacting instinctively, she struck out with her palm, knocking the Heavenly Sin Eye far away.

Clang!

Her massive Dharma Form trembled slightly.

The pain of the backlash of the vow power was like fire scorching bones; both her body and spirit were festering. The feeling of watching herself rot from the inside out was unbearable, and Qiu Qianyue nearly went mad.

Jun Bu Du didn't need to announce himself before killing.

Before Qiu Qianyue even saw Jun Bu Du's movement, her spirit suddenly shuddered. A terrifyingly cold intuition shot up from the soles of her feet and instantly reached the top of her head!

Without a second thought, she leaped backward quickly, rapidly forming hand seals, building layer after layer of defenses before her.

Her intuition was not wrong.

"Defense: Golden Jade Terrace" was shattered by his sword qi the moment it was formed!

This person's sword qi was even more terrifying than before. Back then, it was cold as a frosty moon, somewhat traceable, but now it was like the night itself—descending silently, with no power able to resist it.

— The fall of night cares not for anyone's will.

And that person...

He took the boundless darkness of night as his Dharma Form and walked toward her, step by step.

The pressure was utterly terrifying!

The successive explosions of the Golden Jade Terrace were like dust in front of him, not worth a flicker of his cold eyelids.

Locked in his killing intent, Qiu Qianyue felt her blood freeze into ice.

"...So strong! You're so strong!"

Reborn as a demon, Jun Bu Du was this strong!

Hearing this, the figure paused.

"Having lived thousands of years, I still don't match my wife."

His voice had an inhuman metallic quality, his tone unclear whether light or heavy—extremely dangerous yet also extremely tender.

Qiu Qianyue's hair stood on end.

If she were in her human body instead of the Dharma Form, her cheeks would surely be covered in goosebumps, and sparks of lightning would crackle above her head.

Jun Bu Du lightly lifted his eyes, and his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

Qiu Qianyue's pupils tightened. Without a moment's hesitation, she pressed the center of her forehead and forced out her primordial spirit: "Queen Mother Seal: Utmost Defense Golden Jade Terrace!"

Golden light surged in layered, mountain-like waves.

The rumbling sound of gold and jade seemed to come from beyond the nine heavens. The Golden Jade Terrace rose high, protecting her Dharma body.

But in the next instant, she personally experienced what it meant to be—

The one who can cut through all things!

Sword qi broke through the walls and arrived. That tall, slender figure, neither dodging nor yielding, passed through the shattered terrace and was right before her in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Qianyue's pupils trembled violently.

He was like a ghost!

She hastily formed seals, with a death-defying potion in her left hand and the Golden Jade Terrace in her right, attacking and defending simultaneously, she unleashed both.

Still useless!

Nine Crossroads Dust cut through the Golden Jade Terrace and cut through the death-defying potion. In just an instant, the earth-shattering sword expanded rapidly before the Dharma Form's eyes!

Sword qi was upon her!

"Clang!"

In that moment, it seemed to cut through water. Qiu Qianyue truly turned into a reflection of the moon in water, scattering into pieces before their eyes—Wu Lihen's spatial technique.

Jun Bu Du's face betrayed no surprise.

The instant he swung his sword, his figure already had momentum, and with a flash, he vanished from the spot.

Fu Yu was concentrating on watching him fight when her body suddenly tensed, falling into a firm embrace.

"Mmm."

She curved her brows and eyes slightly.

They saw the nearby void ripple like a water ripple, and a space carrying Qiu Qianyue's Dharma Form suddenly appeared, hurling the death-defying potion at her!

Jun Bu Du protected her with one arm while striking out with his sword in the other hand.

This sword was silent.

A moment later, a pained grunt came from the void.

The space shook, and Qiu Qianyue's Dharma Form reappeared in the distance, stumbling back several steps with a rumble, one hand covering her chest and abdomen—where a vicious sword wound was clearly visible.

Fu Yu said delightedly: "You're the hundred and eighth one who tried to bypass him to attack me."

Qiu Qianyue's eyes hardened. Subconsciously, she raised a hand to activate vow power to heal herself, but it earned her a painful groan—the vow power all over her body had turned into bone-corrosive poison.

Her eyes widened in horror.

Then she realized something else, and her already constricted pupils contracted further!

She could have used the Myriad Demons Array spread across the world to instantly harvest the lifespans of everyone, converting them into her own power, just as she had done in Tiannan City back then.

But now she dared not.

The people of the world had lost their faith; their wills had turned into deadly poison. Devouring them would only drag her into an abyss of ruin.

Qiu Qianyue finally understood at this moment.

Her eyes brimming with hatred, she spat out coldly, "So that's it! So that's it! Jun Bu Du was always this strong, yet he delayed for so long... You schemed relentlessly, plotted insidiously, stalled in every way... all to destroy my faith! Divine Shaman, your methods are too sinister!"

Fu Yu blinked slowly. "Me? Sinister."

Saving people equals sinister?

Fu Yu was amazed. "You've really carved 'calling black white' into your bones, haven't you?"

Qiu Qianyue laughed coldly. "What is black, what is white—it's not for you to judge! Ha, you speak grandly about 'for the people,' about 'saving the masses,' but dare you swear to heaven that you have no selfish motives? And you presume to teach me?!"

Fu Yu chuckled. "I'm not trying to persuade you to be good. I'm just trying to send you down."

Qiu Qianyue's gaze flickered. "You think you've won already?"

Fu Yu smiled lazily. "Win and you're king; lose and you're a bandit, huh? Fine by me."

As the words left her lips, Jun Bu Du's figure had already vanished.

Qiu Qianyue barely managed to raise a single Golden Jade Terrace in defense.

"Boom!"

The Golden Jade Terrace shattered; the Dharma Form staggered back, spitting blood.

Jun Bu Du glanced down at Fu Yu, who looked smug in his arms. "Hold on tight."

He flexed his fingers on her waist, signaling that he needed to free both hands to form hand seals.

Fu Yu caught her breath. "Mm-hmm."

No point being shy during a fight.

She decisively looped her arms around his waist.

Mmm... his waist was lean and firm; even a slight move radiated explosive power.

Just one touch and she knew he was good... no, very capable in a fight.

The heavy sword came down again and again.

Qiu Qianyue, suffering from the backlash, was in agony. The defenses she barely mustered couldn't hold for a single breath.

In a thousand years, Jun Bu Du's swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle.

Each sword stroke seemed utterly ordinary.

But they only moved forward, slaying gods and buddhas alike.

Qiu Qianyue's Dharma Form was repeatedly struck heavily, sacred blood and divine power gushing out in torrents, spilling over a hundred zhang (over 300 meters).

The divine light around her grew dimmer and dimmer; she could no longer withstand the relentless corrosion of the Evil Demon God.

The malice on Qiu Qianyue's face grew more intense. Her eyes rolled wildly, flickering with uncertainty.

"Oh?"

Fu Yu was deep in thought.

As she pondered, she casually poked Jun Bu Du.

His body tensed slightly, then he paused, his red eyes looked down at her with a hint of helplessness. "Hm?"

Fu Yu said, "Do you get the feeling she isn't afraid of death?"

Even at this point, Qiu Qianyue hadn't once tried to tear open space and escape. Instead, she repeatedly attempted to charge into the Celestial Vortex, showing a rather fearless determination.

Fu Yu asked, "Do you think she looks like someone who isn't afraid to die?"

She shook her head. "No. I think she has a backup plan. What kind? No idea. How powerful? No clue."

Jun Bu Du was silent.

She took the words right out of his mouth.

He said, "I'll do the killing; you do the thinking."

Fu Yu replied, "Mm!"

Her "thinking" was, of course, not just thinking.

Fu Yu formed seals, casting three clairvoyance spells on herself in quick succession.

"Clear Insight!" "Spirit Return!" "Karma Gaze!"

In that flash, Fu Yu focused on Qiu Qianyue to catch any anomalies.

She saw black threads of karma as dense as the abyss. After watching for a moment, Fu Yu's head grew heavy and she felt dizzy.

She couldn't help but complain, "...It'd take eight lifetimes to accumulate such heavy karma."

As she spoke, Jun Bu Du swung his sword, severing one arm of the Dharma Form.

The massive Dharma Form roared in pain and staggered backward, its steps thunderous.

Now Qiu Qianyue's divine light was dim, her body corroded with black erosion, mangled and incomplete, looking no different from those ruined false god statues.

She had lost too much divine power. She tried repeatedly to form seals, but could no longer summon the Golden Jade Terrace.

No amount of flesh could withstand the Nine Crossroads Dust.

The Dharma Form screamed in agony—a truly horrific sight.

Fu Yu mused, "Even though I destroyed her divine faith, causing backlash that greatly weakened her, she's still weaker than I expected—something feels off."

Though this person was insidious and cunning, in that era full of talented people, insufficient strength would have meant certain death.

Qiu Qianyue had done every evil deed imaginable. Had she never encountered a righteous hero to rid the world of her?

Consider herself and Jun Bu Du.

In both their memories, neither recalled Qiu Qianyue—except for that one childhood encounter.

Jun Bu Du's calm voice reached her ears: "Got an idea? She's about to self-destruct."

Fu Yu: "..."

Just from his tone, you'd think he was asking, "Any thoughts on what to have for dinner tonight?"

Fu Yu looked up and saw the Dharma Form in a miserable state, its expression twisted, divine light surging wildly around it, a deep-seated hatred flickering in its eyes... and a barely concealed sneer.

"Does she have an external incarnation?" Fu Yu shook her head. "No, her incarnation Little Yuqing died not long ago. She couldn't have cultivated another one."

Once the main body dies, a weak new incarnation cannot withstand the backlash and would explode on the spot.

Fu Yu gazed at the sky, muttering, "Could it be that I misjudged her? This Supreme God is actually iron-willed—it's either succeed or die. Well, she is a worthy opponent."

Jun Bu Du: "..."

"Wait. There's a small problem." Fu Yu suddenly raised an eyebrow, deep in thought. "She is clearly afraid of you. Afraid enough to make your name taboo across this world."

If they had never crossed paths before, why such immense fear?

Fu Yu's gaze hardened. "Stall her for a bit."

Jun Bu Du reversed his hand to sheathe his sword, teleported, raised a hand, and pressed it against the Dharma Form's damaged head.

"Suppress."

A massive dark demonic aura erupted, the temperature in the void plummeted, all light vanished, and even the furious will of the Evil Demon God instinctively fell silent and withdrew.

Fu Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, focused her divine mind, and emitted a faint, unfamiliar aura from her soul.

"Come, let me see how firm your will truly is."