Chapter 154: A Peaceful Era Hand in Hand, Epilogue.

Chapter 154: A Peaceful Era Hand in Hand, Epilogue.

Fu Yu stood frozen in shock.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shockwaves from the battle of the two colossal beings fling aside the Heavenly Sin Eye that had fallen nearby, faithfully projecting the scene into the void beyond.

At the critical moment, the united will of all living beings arrived at the battlefield.

It was these so-called "ignorant, greedy, shortsighted" ants that the rulers mocked, who molded their will into armor to block the deadly blow of the Evil Demon God.

Flames sprayed, scales shattered layer by layer, but more scales pushed forward, tempered under the terrifying weight of fire, growing tougher and stronger.

Jun Bu Du never missed any opportunity.

The divine dragon Dharma Form snapped its fierce jaws open and shut, twisting its head to tear away a chunk, as streams of cold divine blood gushed from the Evil Demon God's neck, drenching the dragon's head and body.

The Evil Demon God let out a maddened scream.

Wave after wave of impact crashed down like solid walls; Fu Yu felt as if her heart was struck by a hammer, her eardrums ripped apart by a hurricane, the taste of rust and metal flooding her mouth, yet the fire of battle blazed even brighter in her eyes.

One incantation after another strengthened the dragon god.

"Rage!" "Cruelty!" "Domination!"

"Destroy humanity!"

"Bloodthirsty mad god!"

Fu Yu was in a killing frenzy, caring nothing for life or death.

The divine dragon Dharma Form's eyes turned a searing red, blazing with fury; wherever its gaze fell, divine blood hissed and steamed with wisps of smoke.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!!!"

The Evil Demon God struggled desperately, scraping long trails of sparks over a hundred feet long across its scales.

Amid the terrifying clang of metal, the divine dragon Dharma Form's sharp claws sank deep into its neck.

Suddenly, heaven and earth fell silent.

The divine dragon Dharma Form slowly, very slowly closed its eyelids. When it opened them again, its eyes held only a murderous intent so extreme that it seemed eerily calm.

The primal instinct of a savage beast exploded forth.

With its claws embedded in the god's sternum, the dragon pulled downward violently, while its head lifted, with utmost cruelty and ferocity, yanking the god's neck bones upward!

"Crack—Crunch—Crunch—Crunch!"

The divine dragon Dharma Form's fangs broke off one after another, and blood cascaded like a waterfall from the neck wounds, impossible to tell whether it was the dragon's or the god's.

It clawed madly, but could not break through the impregnable scale defense.

From the void came a sound of imminent collapse, sending chills down the spine.

"Rip!"

First, a barely audible sound of tearing silk.

"Twang, twang, twang, twang!"

Then, tendons as hard as steel snapped one after another, like breaking strings.

"Ding—crack!"

This sound, impossible to tell if it was jade shattering or metal breaking, existed only for a moment before being drowned by the roaring torrent of madly spurting divine blood.

Blood sprayed everywhere, shooting up to the heavens.

The giant dragon held the severed divine head in its fangs, tilted its own head, and flung it down hard.

"Boom... rumble... rumble..."

The headless divine body still spewed divine blood, like an endless river.

Jun Bu Du dismissed the Dharma Form, wrapping one arm around Fu Yu protectively, while with the other hand he sheathed his sword with a reverse grip—"Clang!"

With the longsword held diagonally at his side, he looked up and sent a telepathic message: "I'm watching. Feel free to finish it off."

Fu Yu opened her mouth, countless emotions surging inside her.

This guy—he had known from the start that she could absorb the power of the dead, yet he had always let her "steal the kills."

Now, he was even handing over such a prize to her.

Fu Yu said softly, "Got it."

She stepped forward, raised her hand, and pressed it against the nearly shapeless, massive divine head before her.

What difference was there between Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul?

What difference was there between Nascent Soul and Dongxuan Cultivators?

What difference was there between Dongxuan and a False God?

Fu Yu lowered her eyes, looking at it as if it were a maggot: "Soul Search."

An icy, resentful, mad will howled towards her, vast and screaming.

Fu Yu did not dodge or yield, but crashed into it head-on.

A brilliant white light flooded everything.

This being had lost consciousness for too long; its remaining thoughts were nothing but chaotic rage.

Fu Yu strolled calmly through its scarlet, shattered memory world.

She saw:

It called itself the Creator, but it had merely stolen a fragment of the power to create from the Heavenly Dao.

It wanted to create absolutely loyal followers, but could only create bloodthirsty, raving monsters.

Occasionally, a sane creation would appear, but it would always rebel, enraging it.

"Roar—Roar—Roar!"

It would not accept this!

This was not the new world it wanted! What it wanted was for all its creations to worship it as the Creator, to build a brilliant civilization for it, and through their collective will to help him become a true god.

Fu Yu chuckled, "You want everything, don’t you? How greedy."

That will that hadn’t fully fallen yet roared at her from outside time.

Fu Yu said, unimpressed, "You already know you're doomed to fail, yet you still dare to talk back to me?"

She strolled forward.

She saw generation after generation of unyielding rebels emerging, they just kept coming, no matter how many she killed.

This was clearly the world He created!

Why would there be rebels!

He fumed, helpless, and to prove that He was the absolute master, He created more and more bloodthirsty monsters, soulless and obedient, with no free will.

He was immersed in the illusion of controlling everything.

And those unyielding proud bones buried deep underground, after years of tempering, turned into indestructible black-gold dragon bones.

Fu Yu gently brushed her fingertips over them.

"Don't you understand yet? Free will that refuses to bow is the most fundamental essence of this world, and why it shines so bright."

He created more and more monsters.

In the endless years, He only kept company with them; their bloodthirsty madness infected Him in turn, twisting His heart to mirror theirs.

He couldn’t find even one anchor of sanity.

Day after day, year after year.

He was consumed by the singular, fanatical will of His followers, degenerating into a monster identical to them.

Fu Yu chuckled lightly, "Heaven and earth coexist with you, all things are one with you. Congrats—you’ve embodied the Dao with your very flesh."

"ROOAAR—AHHHHH! AHHHHHH!"

Following the thread of cause and effect forward.

Fu Yu finally saw that familiar figure.

At that time, no one knew that the so-called defect of the Heavenly Dao was actually this tiny world torn away by the False God in ancient times.

Jun Bu Du gave his life to mend the Heavenly Dao, and thus fate brought him here.

He was able to awaken the dragon clan precisely because he had merged with the Dao, bearing the authority of the Heavenly Dao.

Fu Yu quietly gazed at the man who always set her heart ablaze.

He was alone and lonely.

"This time, I won't accompany you."

She passed by him, walking away from him.

"You have waited for me for five thousand years, and right now you are still waiting for me outside."

Her voice was slightly choked.

"Jun Bu Du, see you sometime in the future."

She raised her arm and waved, not looking back.

In this gradually fading world, that figure slowly turned around and looked at the place where she had disappeared.

In his lifeless eyes, withered trees seemed to revive, embers to rekindle.

He raised his finger extremely slowly.

"Is that you, Fu Yu?"

He looked at the bloody wind sweeping past his fingertip.

"This is not the world you like."

"If someday, it becomes the world you love."

"Will you return?"

Void.

The enormous divine head disintegrated into ashes under her palm.

"God?" Fu Yu scoffed, flicking ash from her fingers. "That’s all?"

The headless god’s body crumbled, and the divine blood like a waterfall flowed into the vortex.

Everything stolen was returned to heaven and earth.

Fu Yu’s shoulders dropped slightly.

She glanced sideways and saw a pair of large hands, pale and cold, with beautiful knuckles, draping a thick robe over her.

She couldn’t hide her smile and muttered, eyes downcast, "Too many people watching."

Jun Bu Du glanced over.

The Heavenly Sin Eye went "ding" and flipped inside out, and no one could spy on the scene here anymore.

Outside, however, an earth-shaking transformation was taking place.

The Great Sepulture of Gods and Demons underwent a miraculous change; the Portal dissolved entirely between heaven and earth, the sky and earth gradually overlapped, and the two worlds that were originally one gradually merged, like one bubble melting into another.

The earth stretched, mountains rose, valleys reshaped.

This transformation was vast and silent; bugs and ants crawled home to unfamiliar places, birds flew from one branch to another, and people marveled as the peaks by their doors "grew" inch by inch.

The Heavenly Dao, like water, carried all things, and no creature was harmed.

The world expanded right before their eyes.

Fu Yu’s eyes unconsciously curved into crescents.

She pointed at the land and sky ahead: "Look—the peaceful and prosperous age you love!"

This time she didn’t have to see it for him anymore; now they could see it together.

Jun Bu Du lowered his lashes and gave a helpless smile.

It was clearly she who liked it.

In the void, the light gradually dimmed, and as the world perfected itself into oneness, the vortex manifested from the flaw in the Heavenly Dao also dissipated.

Fu Yu: "Time to go."

Jun Bu Du nodded but stayed put.

Fu Yu: "Hmm?"

He looked down at her, his expression calm and serious, asking her in the tone of discussing the weather: "No other regrets? The only thing you wanted was the primordial yang?"

Fu Yu: "..."

Long-dead memories came flooding back, and Fu Yu was utterly thunderstruck.

After the fight, she'd completely forgotten about that.

Her dumbfounded look made Jun Bu Du laugh despite himself.

"I—that was—just—a dying person's words, they shouldn't be taken seriously."

The eloquent future Imperial Witch Diviner was lost in thought for a good while.

Why couldn't she have died?!

Jun Bu Du lowered his head and gave a faint smile. With a reverse grasp, he easily commandeered the power of the Heavenly Dao.

He asked her: "On the wedding night, is this really what you wanted?"

Of course, Fu Yu would never admit it, but under the compulsion of truth, she blurted out: "What else? I've read so many novels and erotic books, how was I supposed to know I'd be married to a ghost of a husband."

Her pupils trembled; she wanted to raise her hand to cover her mouth, but he had already interlaced his fingers with hers.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled apologetically, then asked: "Then next time we marry, what kind of wedding night does Fu Yu want?"

Fu Yu: "..."

She couldn't control her own mouth: "The rougher the better."

She felt utterly hopeless, her heart like cold ashes.

But her mouth had its own ideas: "Beastly, wanton, forceful, no matter how much I scream 'stop', you won't stop."

Let the world just end.

Jun Bu Du's expression didn't move, but his Adam's apple bobbed heavily several times.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Got it."

Fu Yu wanted to cry but had no tears: "You know... you know how many wild things I threw at you back then?"

He was slightly dazed: "So that's how it was."

He had exerted so much willpower to keep himself from going mad.

Fu Yu stared at him for a long time, then threw caution to the wind and asked: "What about you? What kind do you like?"

He smiled faintly: "Never stopping."