Chapter 152: Cause and Effect Merge, the Ending is Fated, the Final Path of Death.

Chapter 152: Cause and Effect Merge, the Ending is Fated, the Final Path of Death.

The light blazed its brightest.

Within Qiu Qianyue’s rapidly dilating pupils, a dazzling golden light reflected.

What she faced…

was not a person, but a god!

Fu Yu stood there, her whole body translucent as glass, radiant and pure. She stood with her hand raised, her true being the Dharma Form itself.

The god’s fingertip moved slightly, drawing the cause and effect of countless kalpas.

Slay! Slay! Slay!

Qiu Qianyue’s head spun with dizziness and terror. Then, with a thunderous boom, her consciousness was engulfed by the blinding light.

“Away with you.”

Qiu Qianyue’s pupils trembled as she slowly lowered her head.

She had returned to this day—the day Little Fuyu turned four years old.

The child before her half-opened her eyes, arrogant and lazy, dirty and dressed in rags, yet exuding an air of superiority.

“You haven’t changed at all.”

Qiu Qianyue’s voice was hoarse and raspy.

She raised her hand, her fingers spasming.

Can’t kill her?

She must kill her!

Steeling herself, Qiu Qianyue floated into midair, raising both arms and lowering her gaze. She chanted softly, “Imperial Golden Jade Terrace.”

A golden jade terrace formed beneath her.

Its golden radiance illuminated the city below, turning night into day. Many commoners ran out in astonishment to witness the spectacle, their exclamations unceasing.

Qiu Qianyue fixed her gaze solely on Little Fuyu.

Slowly, she smirked. “Jade Terrace, Break!”

The half-city-sized golden jade terrace exploded with a deafening roar.

A terrifying wave of air swept through, devastating everything in its path.

Where the shockwave passed, houses, vegetation, people, and livestock were all reduced to fine dust, drifting away on the wind.

Little Fuyu bore the brunt of the impact.

“Gone, haha, gone.” Qiu Qianyue roared with laughter. “What a scare. Ha! Hahahaha! Pronouncing death? Can’t even protect your own life—who are you to pronounce death upon others!”

She swaggered away.

After traveling a hundred li (about thirty miles), a sudden chill gripped her heart.

Trembling, she turned back and saw, without her noticing, a figure of cold moonlight had appeared behind her.

The destruction of the city earlier had been too loud, drawing this god of slaughter.

Qiu Qianyue stamped her foot in frustration.

Jun Bu Du’s gaze was still and faint as he spoke the judgment: “Slay.”

In an instant, Qiu Qianyue’s scalp crawled with horror.

An overwhelming sense of horror engulfed her. Her pupils contracted into pinpricks as she stared at Jun Bu Du, as if she had seen a ghost.

The Jun Bu Du before her… his demeanor was utterly indistinguishable from that Imperial Shaman, Fu Yu, who had pronounced her death!

Her neck went cold.

He decapitated her, taking her head as an offering to that city.

Qiu Qianyue suddenly staggered back a step, both hands covering her face.

“Shh, shh, shh…”

Her pupils, shrunk to pinpoints, trembled wildly in their sockets. From above, she stared down at Little Fuyu by the wall, the whites of her eyes showing far more than the irises, muttering, “Shh, lower your voice, don’t draw that person.”

Though she had been reborn, her scalp still felt tight and numb, a biting cold that burrowed deep into her consciousness. She dared not think too deeply, dared not touch upon it.

She told herself: “It’s enough if I just kill the Divine Shaman.”

“Divine Shaman?” Little Fuyu raised a finger and pointed to her own nose. “Me?”

Qiu Qianyue twisted the corner of her mouth. “Yes, you.”

Little Fuyu laughed. “Not bad, sounds better than ‘spiritual charlatan.’ When I become the National Preceptor in the future, I’ll use it!”

Qiu Qianyue’s murderous intent stirred.

Her oppressive aura descended, and the little brat, before she could even move her eyeballs, exploded into a mist of blood.

Qiu Qianyue gritted her teeth, her body trembling slightly.

After a long while, a breathy sound squeezed out from her throat: “…That’s good enough.”

She laughed softly for a while.

Turning around, she was about to teleport away when she suddenly noticed a person standing silently in the shadows beneath the high wall.

Before she could make out his silhouette, her instincts screamed in sheer terror.

Ahhhhhhh—!!!

A ghost? Is he a ghost?!

Qiu Qianyue’s body stiffened, her eyes staring blankly as that person walked out from the darkness, each step feeling like it landed on her heart.

There was no moonlight; he was colder than the moon itself.

He stopped about ten feet away and asked very softly, “Have you seen anyone?”

Qiu Qianyue’s frozen heart suddenly clenched, her pupils dilating in extreme terror. “W-what person?”

"I don't know. I just had a feeling—that a past acquaintance should be here."

His gaze fell behind her.

Qiu Qianyue gave a start.

She stepped sideways to block him, but it was too late.

Jun Bu Du looked down at where the blood mist had scattered and stated calmly: "A mortal, a child."

He turned his eyes to her, and at that moment the dark clouds parted, letting a sliver of cold moonlight fall upon him, illuminating his features.

Expressionless, he pronounced quietly: "Kill."

For a split second, Qiu Qianyue couldn't tell whether he was the Sword Master or the Fate Master.

She was violently killed again.

"Ah—!"

Qiu Qianyue shuddered, her eyes snapping open.

For a moment she could not make a sound, staring dead at Little Fuyu.

Jun Bu Du was actually right next to that kid!

Little Fuyu was imitating the Old Charlatan, lazily raising one eyelid: "I'm not saying it a third time—scram!"

Qiu Qianyue recoiled in shock, her hidden fingers dug into her palm until she broke skin and stung like fire.

She felt like needles were pricking her back and dared not turn around.

‘That man... why is he here... he is actually here!’

‘What does he mean by "past acquaintance"... could it be this kid?’

‘Could it be that between husband and wife, there really is some damn fate and karma?’

Qiu Qianyue could not help but question her life.

Her gaze flickered wildly for a moment, then she forced herself to calm down, pretended she didn't know someone was behind her, lowered her head, and rushed off.

Little Fuyu sneered: "Dumb kidnapper, treating a kid like an idiot."

She tilted her head and looked toward the tall, lean figure under the wall on the opposite street. She couldn't make out his features, but vaguely felt an upright air—probably some official.

With an officer present, the kidnapper wouldn't dare grab a kid.

Little Fuyu giggled, scrambled up, dusted herself off, and stumbled home through the door.

Hah—the angry old charlatan was already fast asleep!

Qiu Qianyue didn't dare show her face near Fuyu anymore.

Jun Bu Du was truly unpredictable, impossible to guard against.

Who knows when he might go looking for his so-called "past acquaintance" again.

If she kept appearing near him...

Qiu Qianyue was certain that man would never see it as fate.

She didn't want to test his sword again.

Her fear of that man was carved into her bones. Face to face with him, she had no fighting spirit—only fear.

All she could do was wait for a chance to kill that mortal. A mere mortal!

The opportunity came quickly.

Her incarnation—Bai Lianbi, the second disciple she'd placed with Venerable Wuyang—came across a golden opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

On the anniversary of Venerable Wuyang's late husband's death, the Boundary Fire almost burned down the academy. Venerable Wuyang just tossed the Boundary Fire to the wasteland outside the city.

"Set the Boundary Fire... to burn the Divine Shaman!"

Qiu Qianyue's eyes brightened.

Killing with a borrowed sword, getting two birds with one stone. Even if that man investigated, at worst, he'd find her incarnation.

Excitement aside, Qiu Qianyue vaguely felt something was off.

She pressed her throbbing forehead.

That last battle had left her too crippled. Before she could catch her breath, she got killed two more times. She could barely focus.

The chill and unease lurking deep in her soul, she didn't want to think about.

"Kill first..." She dug her fingers hard into her temples. "No matter what, kill first and talk later!"

Bai Lianbi set fires that razed several cities, but the mother and daughter always slipped away.

Qiu Qianyue was pissed at this stupid incarnation.

She kept hesitating to descend, missed chance after chance, and finally the mother and daughter succeeded in fleeing into the capital.

After all that work, everything turned out exactly as she remembered.

Qiu Qianyue let out a bitter laugh.

"I know everything in advance—how can I still not be able to kill you?"

"Have someone spread word to the Prime Minister's mansion, telling the young lady of the mansion that her Number One Scholar husband has an illegitimate daughter outside."

Secluded cultivation, then emerged.

Qiu Qianyue did not receive good news.

The Old Charlatan was dead, but Little Fuyu had escaped.

Qiu Qianyue's pupils twitched, and she flew into a rage: "Escaped?! How could she escape! Escaped where?!"

No one knew.

After that rainy night, Little Fuyu fled into the mountains, and after a great battle with a demonic beast, she completely disappeared.

Her subordinate stammered fearfully: "She must have died in the beast's belly."

Qiu Qianyue's ears rang, blood surged to her head: "Useless!"

The subordinate let out a long sigh of relief: "Right, right, right, she's just a mortal, a little good-for-nothing."

Qiu Qianyue laughed in fury instead.

With a single palm strike, she blasted that useless thing apart, yet her burning anxiety didn't ease one bit.

She knew how fast that Divine Shaman grew!

At this rate, she'd become a major threat again.

Time flew by.

Occasionally she'd catch Fu Yu's trail and send assassins, but they were always a step too late.

She was slippery as an eel, with a top-notch knack for escape.

One day, her old friend Gongsun Jintu sent word that the Zhuotian Divine Sect had been infiltrated by a disguised female disciple, suspected to be the rogue cultivator she'd asked him to watch out for.

Qiu Qianyue sprang to her feet involuntarily.

"That's her! Kill her! Now!"

She sure remembered Fu Yu wrecking the Zhuotian Divine Sect!

Gongsun Jintu gave a sly grin: "Consider it done."

Qiu Qianyue grabbed his arm, stressing each word: "Make sure it's foolproof! And absolutely, absolutely do not let anyone discover it's you and me behind this, Gongsun Jintu. Your own life is at stake; don't take it lightly."

Though unconvinced, Gongsun Jintu put on a show: "I've laid a dragnet. You can rest easy."

A few days later, staring at the ruins of the corpse-refining secret ground, Qiu Qianyue felt drained of strength.

"And this is how you reassure me?"

Gongsun Jintu covered his face with a fan: "Uh, an accident, an accident. Look at what I've lost—all for your sake. You owe me."

Qiu Qianyue: "..."

The next time she saw the Divine Shaman, it was on the battlefield against the Evil Spirits.

When her attempt to use her incarnation to incite Venerable Wuyang to ambush the Divine Shaman failed, Qiu Qianyue was nearly overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness.

She watched helplessly as Fu Yu walked toward Jun Bu Du and took the Peach Wood Hairpin from his hand.

They got together!

Qiu Qianyue closed her eyes—she'd never get another shot at Fu Yu.

"No, it's not over yet!"

Qiu Qianyue resolutely blew herself up.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in an earlier time—before Fu Yu was born.

"She hasn't been born yet," Qiu Qianyue said through clenched teeth. "I don't believe you can still sense some destiny!"

She found the younger version of the Old Charlatan, Chen Guihua, and killed her.

"That way, there will never be another Divine Shaman in the world."

Qiu Qianyue laughed with joy.

Time flew by.

This time, indeed, no Divine Shaman appeared, but when the collapse of the Heavenly Dao grew worse and worse, Qiu Qianyue was horrified to realize that the one she'd been hiding from for half her life... he never showed either.

"How is that even possible?!"

With no one to take charge, the war between humans and Evil Spirits became a hundred times more bloody, and the Evil Demon God's invasion couldn't be stopped by anyone.

As her vision turned blood-red, her mind screamed, and her will was crushed.

Qiu Qianyue despaired: "How could this be..."

No, no, she still had a chance.

"Immortality Elixir: Reincarnation!"

This time, Qiu Qianyue chose the point in time after the world was saved.

"Southern Domain, Qingyun Sect, Foundation Establishment Cultivator Xie Fuyu."

Qiu Qianyue forced an ugly smile. "That person was sealed in the Evil Demon Realm. Who can possibly save you now?"

She excitedly headed to Qingyun Sect.

Passing by a smooth stone wall, she caught an unintended glimpse of herself.

The mirror reflected a face twisted into an ugly smile, like a frightened bird.

"This time, no more surprises."

She told herself, slowly and deliberately.

She was wrong—she never should have gone back to when Fu Yu was a child.

The world after salvation—that was the world she had under control.

She was the Supreme God of the Divine Court; killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator was a piece of cake.

Qiu Qianyue personally went to Qingyun Sect, casually killed Xie Fuyu, and then casually reduced that silly little Foxtail Grass Spirit to dust.

"It's all over, Divine Shaman."

Without the Divine Shaman, without Jun Bu Du, she had no reason to fail anymore.

This time, Qiu Qianyue no longer opened the Portal; she only holed up in the Thirteenth Heaven, focused on absorbing the world's life force and wish power.

Yet as the years passed, that vortex—the physical manifestation of the Heavenly Dao's flaw—not only failed to keep collapsing, but actually grew more stable.

"Damn it..."

"What the hell is going on?!"

A hundred years, a thousand years...

Qiu Qianyue felt like she was trapped in a nightmare she couldn't wake from.

Her grand plan regressed instead of advancing, and Yun Shan Luan and Wu Lihen began to suspect her.

A civil strife left Qiu Qianyue exhausted.

She watched helplessly while the vortex repaired itself inch by inch, sitting dazedly beside it with a bitter smile on her face.

The ominous premonition in her heart grew stronger.

On the day the vortex completely vanished, a great disturbance suddenly came from the direction of the Divine Demon Grand Burial.

Qiu Qianyue teleported there.

The Celestial Scar was gone! The Portal was fading before her eyes.

The world on the other side was no longer a sea of blood-red.

Beneath the vast night sky, golden light filled the sky.

Two auras were so familiar they were etched into her bones.

Qiu Qianyue forced a bitter smirk, letting out a bitter laugh.

Ha... hahahaha!

She had annihilated Xie Fuyu, but Fu Yu had instead reincarnated in that realm, joining hands with Jun Bu Du to mend the heavens!

The scene before her eyes changed.

Qiu Qianyue's pupils shrank sharply as she watched Fu Yu, now a deity, come before her, raise a hand, and seal her spirit.

The deity asked her, "Are you waiting for me?"

Qiu Qianyue's lips moved, but no sound came out, and she could not resist in the slightest.

The deity mercifully cast down her eyes and said, "Die."

Qiu Qianyue felt dazed.

Thousands of cycles of cause and effect converged into one, scenes of each restart flashing before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

The course of history was already set before it began.

Diwu Siming, with her divine hand, traversed time and decreed her final demise.