Chapter 153: All Evils Yield, Heaven and Earth Unite Fu Yu: ?

Chapter 153: All Evils Yield, Heaven and Earth Unite Fu Yu: ?

With Jun Bu Du by her side, Fu Yu can act as crazy as she wants.

As the terrifying blast wave from Qiu Qianyue blowing herself up rushed at her, Fu Yu stood still, hand raised, not even blinking.

Boom—crackle!

A rain of fire scattered in all directions, briefly illuminating the void. It felt like only the two of them were left in the whole world, watching the fireworks hand in hand.

The fireworks slowly cooled down.

At moments like this, a proper phony prophet has to say something cryptic.

Fu Yu said, cool as a cucumber, "All roads lead to the same end—that's fate."

Jun Bu Du looked down at her. "Done?"

Fu Yu nodded. "Should be fine."

As long as she eventually become the Emperor Witch Fate Master, and as long as Qiu Qianyue could not break the inevitable fate, cause and effect would loop back on itself, creating a dead end with no way out.

The Immortality Elixir couldn't die, but it would be trapped in an eternal cycle of death, never getting free, life after life.

He asked further, "Any chance of a way around it?"

Fu Yu pondered. "Heaven never leaves you without a way out. It's not like there's no way to break it at all."

Jun Bu Du nodded slightly, waiting for her to continue.

Fu Yu smiled. "The Savior."

She stared at the empty spot where the fireworks had gone out, and said with a sly smile, "Qiu Qianyue, the only thing that can't be beaten in this world is the one thing you've always looked down on—plain, honest principles."

"I've never been afraid to tell you this, and I don't care if you're listening now."

"Your only real path to survival is this—win the hearts of the masses, carry the people's will, and fix the Heavenly Dao."

"You become the savior that leads everyone."

The void went dead silent.

Jun Bu Du lowered his eyes, hiding his look, and said in a super calm voice. "You teach others—what about you?"

Fu Yu glanced sideways, giving a sly wink, and said, full of herself, "She couldn't do it even if I told her—that's what makes it an open scheme she can't beat."

Jun Bu Du said expressionlessly, "What if she pulls it off? World's all good, so you're not needed anymore?"

Fu Yu could see at a glance he was pissed.

She gave his sleeve a little tug, telling this worrywart, "She's already tried, hasn't she?"

In this very life, Qiu Qianyue went on and on about love and mercy, building herself an image as a savior goddess—but the end result was exactly the same.

Shortcuts have never been the true path.

Standing on the side of "the common people" doesn't mean just shouting slogans or doing hypocritical "charity" to fool the world. It means making enemies of the entire entrenched alliance of immortal aristocratic families—fighting, bleeding, and standing your ground without backing down even an inch.

"If Qiu Qianyue could do that, she wouldn't be Qiu Qianyue."

Fu Yu's face casually showed a hint of lazy pride.

Jun Bu Du hated how she never took her own life seriously, yet he still got burned by that mesmerizing light in her eyes.

Loving and hating her that much, he didn't know what to do with her.

He just turned his gaze to the Evil Demon God. "Alright. We're up."

Fu Yu raised an eyebrow slightly and reached up and wrapped her arms around his strong, slender waist.

She could feel that her sulky man was in a funk.

It was rare for him to be unhappy.

When he was unhappy, he fought especially hard, getting her blood pumping.

Jun Bu Du glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

She had just used the High Priest technique and was still injured, yet she was totally energetic—if he told her not to push herself, there was no way she'd listen.

This woman, smooth and worldly on the outside, was actually all lone courage inside.

He sighed inwardly and said calmly, "This battle is perilous. Give me your blessing—don't let it drop."

Fu Yu nodded gladly. "Leave it to me."

She formed hand seals with one hand, fingers flying like the wind, layering one buff after another using High Priest incantations.

"Clear Sight!"

"Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain—Go!"

"All Evils Yield!"

He drew his sword and soared up.

Fu Yu tilted her head, seeing his cold, pale profile, his thin lips pressed into a firm line, his gaze calm, his killing intent restrained.

He turned his hand back, gripping Nine Crossroads Dust tighter and tighter, finger by finger.

With a tremor of his bones, a resonant hum crossed thousands of feet, striking the Evil Demon God in one blow.

"Roar—!!!"

Vast golden sealing runes spread across the void.

The Evil Demon God erupted in fury.

A chilling will like the Yellow Springs crashed down on them like a tsunami, and the terrifying pressure that burst forth in an instant compressed space into solid iron, making it impossible to move or breathe within.

The whole world rumbled and trembled.

Jun Bu Du formed a seal with one hand.

Dark demonic energy surged out in all directions, and behind him, a divine Dragon Dharma Form rose up, standing tall in the void!

"Clang—boom!"

The Dragon Dharma Form charged head-on into the Evil Demon God without flinching. The violent tremor was like a meteor of heavenly fire crashing into a planetary iron core.

"Hum... hum... hum..."

The space trembled incessantly.

Fu Yu looked up in awe, seeing Jun Bu Du's indifferent, cold expression mirroring that of the Divine Dragon Dharma Form.

He didn't move his eyelids, just raised his vertical pupils.

"Slash."

The Divine Dragon Dharma Form simultaneously uttered the incantation: "Slash."

An inhuman voice, the epitome of danger, yet also the ultimate protection.

"Boom!"

Heaven and earth changed color.

The warriors of the Divine Dragon Clan all raised their heads simultaneously.

The world has changed!

For eons, the cold, dark crimson sky was torn open by the night. Above the vast night, golden light flooded the sky.

The warriors' eyes brimmed with tears.

This moment had finally arrived!

"HOOOORN—HOOOORN—HOOOORN—"

The earth rumbled deeply. Every city, every front line, simultaneously sounded the horn for the final general assault.

On the other side of the Portal, the common people surged like tides, charging into wealthy mansions, smashing through the jade tiles and golden bricks of the imperial city, swarming up the divine mountain, slaughtering one fat, parasitic worm after another.

A clear, resonant dragon's cry spiraled upward, reaching the Jade Void.

"ROAR—!"

Fu Yu's eyes widened with excitement.

The Evil Demon God had drawn blood!

Cold, frost-covered "divine blood" dripped down from above, pattering softly.

Fu Yu's eyes focused as she formed a hand seal and cast: "Those who transgress the Heavenly Edict, those who defy destiny—reveal yourselves!"

"Drip, drop, drip, drop."

The divine blood fell into the vortex, stirring layers of ripples.

White light surged.

"Swoosh—!"

This was a history sealed away for ten millennia.

The ancient battlefield appeared before their eyes.

Above the great burial ground of gods and demons, a colossal deity stood with feet planted on the earth, ripping the void apart with its hands.

It opened its giant mouth, guzzling and swallowing the power of the Heavenly Dao, triggering upheavals in heaven and earth, displacing stars.

Countless immortals charged forward like moths to a flame, only to be blasted into blood mist by its effortless strikes.

"Evil Spirit! Stop it!"

"You will destroy this world!"

It laughed loudly: "Fools! If you don't look out for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you! The Dao you cultivate will only lead to death! What is this 'heaven, earth, and all beings are one' if not a con to get you fools killed! Since the Heavenly Dao is unjust, I will destroy it and create a new world and become a god!"

"Stop—stop now!"

In the far distance, several colossal Dharma Forms tore through the void.

"World-Honored One, you are wrong!" said a giant deity in pain. "You have developed a discriminatory mind—this is a clear sign of demonic possession. Do not continue on this path of error! Quickly return to the shore!"

It sneered coldly: "I am not like you hypocrites—I refuse to be a false immortal without desires!"

The several Dharma Forms exchanged glances and attacked together.

It fought them all, with one hand still stealing the power of Heavenly Dao, while the other hand kept grasping and twisting in the void, unleashing earth-shattering, world-destroying spells.

Even united, they were forced back repeatedly.

"No good... he's too strong... we can't stop him..."

One of them said gravely: "My friends, we are the last line of defense for this world!"

The others nodded silently.

The colossal Dharma Forms ignited their life flames one after another.

Its pupils shrank to pinpricks: "Fools! A bunch of fools! You'd rather die than ruin my grand plan!"

"—Boom!"

The first massive ball of flame crashed into it, exploding on its body, shaking it until it spat blood and staggered back several steps.

In its pupils, shrunk to pinpricks, reflected one flame after another.

They charged forward one after another, vowing to sever the hand stealing the Heavenly Dao.

"A—bunch—of—fools!"

"If it were you in my place today, I don't believe you would give up ascension!"

"Fine then—"

It cackled eerily.

"I'll spare myself the trouble of dragging you all to immortality with me!"

It suddenly changed its hand seals, plunging both hands into the void.

"Heaven's Art Theft—Void Break! Genesis Slash!"

Before everyone's trembling eyes, the sky split open with a massive rift.

On this land scorched by war, everything before their eyes split bizarrely in two, all images overlapping and tearing apart simultaneously.

The world trembled and split apart, like a large water bubble giving birth to and separating into another small water bubble.

"Pop."

A spine-chilling faint sound.

A new world, crimson, took shape before their eyes.

It had torn away a huge chunk from this world's flesh and blood, and from the missing part, the blood of Heaven dripped ceaselessly. The blood was like fire, setting everything ablaze in its wake, leaving ruin and lamentation across the land.

"Just wait... I will be the god of another world, I will devour you all!"

Between heaven and earth, all the surviving immortals wore solemn expressions.

"We of this generation shall follow the example of Nüwa and Pangu—mend Heaven's Dao and protect the people!"

"We, the cultivators, will gladly give our lives!"

One by one, Dharma manifestations flung themselves into streams of light, mending the rift between heaven and earth.

One was not enough; ten came.

Ten were not enough; a hundred came, then a hundred more, still not enough...

From near and far, fires of life ignited.

The gap, like a breached dam, was gradually sealed, bit by bit with patches.

Who says flesh and blood cannot stop a river?

The last cultivator laughed loudly as he leaped into the fray, and with a soft "ding," the final patch was slammed between the realms.

"We have fulfilled our duty!"

The white light slowly dimmed. Heaven and earth fell silent, punctuated only by the rise and fall of breaths.

Fu Yu gave a small smile.

"Hey," she said to Jun Bu Du, "In this world, good people who aren't afraid to die outnumber the bad."

Jun Bu Du chuckled softly. "Mm-hmm."

"Then..." she sighed with a light laugh, "it's time for us to do our duty."

They exchanged a glance.

Fu Yu had never understood why people on her side always charged forward with a yell when encountering danger.

It turned out...

she was exactly the same way.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Jun Bu Du lowered his gaze and made a hand seal. Their auras flowed into the Dharma manifestation, and the divine dragon raised its head and screeched: "SCREECH!"

It lunged at the Evil Demon God, sinking its teeth into his bleeding wound.

Its claws clenched heavily in the void, striking at him with the force of ten thousand jun, tearing and cutting, fighting for life and death in the most primal way.

Wounds also appeared on their own bodies, one after another.

The roar of the Evil Demon God could shatter bodies and tear apart souls.

Fu Yu: "I'm fine! And you?"

Jun Bu Du: "Mm."

Bound body and soul, the two fought fiercely, ready to die together with him.

His golden runes rose and faded, his divine blood stained everything around, and gradually the outline of his original Dharma manifestation could be discerned.

He had long lost all human will, degenerating into a beast ruled by instinct alone.

The divine dragon Dharma manifestation let out a long, clear shriek, soaring upward, and fiercely sank its teeth into his throat!

At the same time, he extended a massive claw and landed a devastating heavy blow on the divine dragon Dharma manifestation.

There was no time to dodge.

"Squeal—"

For a split second, there was utter silence.

Fu Yu: "So this is what it feels like to live and die together."

Jun Bu Du: "Any regrets?"

Since death was certain, Fu Yu didn't care anymore, halfheartedly: "Yuan Yang. Two lifetimes, never got to eat it."

"——CLANG!!!!"

A world-shattering boom echoed.

Fu Yu's ears rang, and she looked down in shock.

Where the Evil Demon God's claw had struck, dense scales had emerged—gold, red, black, countless in number—like a giant shield that had withstood the Evil Demon God's deathblow. Sparks burst out in layers.

Then she heard countless overlapping voices.

"It's time for us to do our duty!"

"We cultivators are duty-bound!"

"ROAR — &*! &*! &*!"