Chapter 97 Three Thousand Worlds - The End of Dharma Era (Part 5) Perhaps, let's...

After a long time of breathing fresh air, Fu Liuwan's suppressed emotions, which had been festering, finally saw the light of day.

She was Fu Chunsheng's only daughter, spoiled since childhood, and naturally had the best of everything. But who knew that three months ago, she had only accidentally wandered into the top-floor observatory. Before she could even see what was inside, a beam of light shone on her forehead and knocked her unconscious. When she woke up, she thought she would be comforted by Fu Chunsheng as before, but to her surprise, her father, who had always doted on her, flew into a rage and locked her up without saying a word.

At first, she didn't think she was wrong. She thought Fu Chunsheng was making a mountain out of a molehill. She refused to admit her mistake and was determined to fight Fu Chunsheng to the bitter end. But seven days passed, then half a month, and it was as if he had forgotten her existence. Looking at the bare mountain wall, Fu Liuwan had the illusion that her father was going to lock her in the solitary confinement room in the back mountain for the rest of his life.

She then realized that her father seemed genuinely angry with her.

So the arrogant young lady glanced at the serious senior brothers in front of her, and for the first time, cautiously approached the senior brother who had always been on good terms with her.

"Senior brother, is Father no longer angry with me?"

Fu Liuwan's cautious and meticulous manner, as if afraid of saying the wrong thing, brought a lump to Fu Zhen's throat.

Whatever his motives, Fu Zhen had indeed cared for Fu Liuwan as a younger sister since childhood. When they were young, their master was busy with cultivation, and their master's wife had to manage the affairs of the sect. He had to practice swordsmanship, but as the senior brother, he also had to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of his junior brothers and sisters. Fu Liuwan was weak and sallow-faced as a child, and he carried this little dumpling on his back to raise her. Now he was going to send her to her death...

Fu Zhen was in a heavy mood and ignored Fu Liuwan.

Seeing that Fu Zhen ignored her, Fu Liuwan felt inexplicably flustered. "Senior brother, senior brother, I will never go to the forbidden area again. Please help me plead with Father and ask him not to put me in solitary confinement."

A flicker of reluctance crossed Fu Zhen's eyes. His junior sister loved freedom most of all and feared the dark most of all. But thinking about what she was about to face... Fu Zhen felt as if he were walking on a knife's edge, each step forward causing excruciating pain.

"Junior sister, I'm sorry."

He couldn't let his master's efforts go to waste.

--

The Qingyun Sect suffered a severe blow, and the atmosphere was chaotic. The Qingyun Sect suffered the most heavy losses in the Battle of Mount No Return. Not only did it send out most of its elite disciples, but it also sent out more than 70% of its magical artifacts. However, in the end, they were all burned in the protective fire of Mount No Return. Even the sect leader was almost trapped to death in the Demon Realm.

This disheartened them somewhat. Demon General Feng Yun was already troublesome enough, but who knew that an ancient true god who was allied with the demons—the God of Order—would also appear.

They didn't know much about this, but if you mentioned the Creator God, everyone knew her. She was born at the beginning of the world, in the chaotic era, and transformed the devastated and spiritually barren continent into a vibrant place. She was tireless and generous, so even after her death, she scattered her spiritual power across the land, and her divine soul nourished the mountains and rivers, allowing this continent to survive for tens of thousands of years.

But what is the origin of the God of Order?

They don't know.

The greatest fear comes from the unknown, and the way to eliminate fear is to kill fear.

That's right, they need to find a way to kill the God of Order.

It is said that within the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace, several sect leaders are setting up a deadly formation called the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Formation. This formation is unprecedented and extremely powerful, capable of killing the Order God who has not yet returned to his divine position in one blow.

Disciples from almost all the sects in the world gathered in the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion, except for the Azure Cloud Sect.

Song Zhenqing was seriously wounded in this battle and died from his injuries. His body was decomposed and sent to the Qinghua Changle Realm.

The atmosphere within the sect was oppressive. The sudden death of the sect leader and the indifference of the other elders to worldly affairs left them leaderless and filled with unease.

Meanwhile, Song Zhenqing's daughter, Song Qingshu, who had been expelled from the sect as a traitor, confined herself to the snow-covered back mountain, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

Just like ten years ago, the snow was knee-deep, and she stood alone in front of her parents' gravestones, as if she had lost her soul and was just an empty shell. The light snowflakes seemed capable of breaking her thin back.

Li Fuchao knew she was heartbroken, and he was also grieving. However, reality did not allow the two of them to dwell on their personal emotions for too long. After quietly keeping her company in secret for three days, he was summoned back to the sect by a host of unavoidable matters.

After that aura left silently, Song Qingshu finally made a move. She turned her head to look at the gray valley, her gaze as sluggish as if frozen, her eyes fixed on a certain spot before slowly closing.

The Snow Chant Sword swiftly emerged from the snow and alertly stood guard in front of its master.

However, the Demon-Subduing Sword is no ordinary weapon. It originated in ancient times and was forged when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was most abundant. It has an absolute suppression over magical weapons such as swords.

But even if it is broken, it will not hide behind its owner.

As it charged toward its master, the Snow Chant Sword emitted a sharp tremor and charged forward without hesitation. However, compared to her full-force attack, the Demon Subduing Sword nimbly dodged it and instantly appeared behind the Snow Chant Sword.

The force of the two swords sent the snowflakes hanging in her hair flying. Song Qingshu no longer had any demonic bones in her body, and her shattered inner core was repaired by the power of repair. However, her meager cultivation level made it impossible for her to lift a sword or become the Song Qingshu she used to be.

The once outstanding and intelligent senior sister in everyone's eyes turned out to be nothing more than a pitiful person who cheated by using the demonic bone.

The Demon-Subduing Sword was pointed at her brow, and the sharp blade cut a teardrop-shaped gash on her delicate skin. As the blood dripped onto the blade like broken beads, the heavy snowfall suddenly froze for a moment. Then, at the Demon-Subduing Sword's signal, Song Qingshu raised her hand and slowly gripped the hilt with her five fingers.

With the passing of the sect leader and the besieged state of Chaoyun, the people are suffering terribly. Li Fuchao is unable to leave Qingyun Sect, so he has no choice but to send Qi Yunchu to Chaoyun first, and Qi Yunchu will go down the mountain after he has finished dealing with the sect's affairs.

However, the sect was already in an uproar, and today all the disciples gathered in the council hall.

“Senior brother, we want to avenge Master! That man sided with the demons and killed Master. He doesn’t deserve to be called a god. He deserves to be attacked and besieged. We should also go to support the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Array of the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion.”

“Yes, I think this God of Order is a demon god. Yesterday I went through all the ancient books and only saw a few words in the Record of Heavenly Affairs. It says that his appearance is destruction and cleansing. He is a real calamity. Even if we don’t care about the long-term future of our sect, we should fight him for the sake of innocent people!”

Li Fuchao hadn't slept for days, and he looked utterly exhausted. He raised his eyes from his silence and patiently analyzed the pros and cons: "This matter isn't as simple as you think. The Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion's motives are impure. They were involved in the switching of the three divine artifacts. Moreover, the Nine Nether Devouring Spirit Array is an ancient array, and all records related to it are kept in the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion. Everyone knows what this array is really for..."

"Senior brother! Master was killed by them. Now the only way to get revenge is right in front of us. If we hesitate and hold back, when will we ever be able to avenge Master!"

"We are willing to give our lives to avenge our master!"

"Yes! Avenge our master!"

The hot-blooded young cultivators wouldn't listen to reason; their hearts were filled with hatred.

“You’re right.”

Amidst the chorus of indignant voices, this clear, cool female voice was like a refreshing spring, seeping into everyone's hearts. The crowd looked at the newcomer with surprise and exclaimed, "Senior Sister!"

Song Qingshu was dressed in plain clothes, her hair simply tied up with a jade hairpin. Her shoulders were covered with snowflakes, and she stood against the light at the door, making her figure appear blurry.

"Qing Shu." Li Fuchao recognized the Demon-Subduing Sword on her back at a glance, frowned, and stood up. "What are you doing with the Demon-Subduing Sword?"

Before the words were even finished, the entire council hall was quickly enveloped by a cyan barrier, isolating them from the outside world.

Everyone stared in astonishment at what they saw. "Senior Sister, you?"

Song Qingshu turned around, her expression cold and stern.

“But revenge is my mission alone, and I have no need for you to interfere.”

Song Qingshu flew over Xiliang on her sword.

That once vibrant and joyous nation is now nothing but ruins. The vast, white earth is strewn with heart-wrenching traces resembling snow plum blossoms. The smoke of war continues to spread, and to the east, the city of Chongming is churning up towering black waves, poised to engulf the continent at any moment.

The order of heaven and earth is collapsing at an accelerated pace.

She landed in front of the goddess statue and looked up at that pure and flawless face.

The Goddess of Wushan—countless people have prayed day and night to this cold stone statue, trying to find salvation.

Song Qingshu raised her sword.

No, no, there is no savior goddess in this world. It's all fake, all fake. These are all lies made up by people.

Only self-salvation is the true solution.

When they went up the mountain, the mountain road leading to the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace had been completely blocked, as if it were about to be completely cut off from this world. Even the magnificent Lingxiao Pagoda had disappeared from people's sight.

She searched the entire mountain, then stopped and calmed down to investigate.

This aura… The Demon-Subduing Sword in her arms seemed to have sensed a kindred spirit, broke free from Song Qingshu, and disappeared into the dense forest. Song Qingshu flew after it.

A piercing scream rang out, and the Demon-Subduing Sword emitted a dazzling light in the deep forest. When Song Qingshu caught up, she saw Fu Liuwan, dressed in fiery red, with the Demon-Subduing Sword pressed against her throat. Her body was covered in soil mixed with green slime, and her hair was disheveled. She was completely different from her former arrogant and domineering self.

Upon seeing that it was Song Qingshu, she didn't immediately burst into curses. Instead, she bit her lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Where is Brother Li? I'm looking for Brother Li."

Song Qingshu recalled the Demon-Subduing Sword, and looking at the bloodstains on her sleeve, she asked instead of answering, "Did you escape from the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace?"

Fu Liuwan disliked Song Qingshu, not only because they were rivals in love, but also because Song Qingshu was taller, prettier, and had a higher cultivation level than her, and was considered a cultivation genius by others.

From a young age, her father compared her to Song Qingshu, which is why she showed undisguised hostility towards Song Qingshu when they first met. She didn't trust Song Qingshu and didn't think she was a good person to confide in, so she naturally refused to show her weakness.

She shrugged and said, "I won't tell you anything until I meet Brother Li."

Song Qingshu never liked wasting words with people. She frowned slightly, raised her finger and summoned the Demon-Subduing Sword. A divine light flashed, and the small hill not far away was flattened in the blink of an eye.

It crashed down at the foot of the mountain with a loud thud.

“Miss Fu, if you hesitate any longer, you will only have one choice: to be taken back.”

--

The Demon Realm was affected by the strange celestial phenomena in the human world, and the night was two hours longer than the day. Now, the blood moon was high in the sky, and the usually calm and clear Moon River was churning with turbid bubbles.

The ancient demons all fought alongside Zhu Ze in real battles. They were warlike by nature, hated cultivators, and scorned the idea of ​​weak humans wanting to cultivate and become immortals.

They value their innate genetic advantages more than their own hard work and lack of effort.

They eagerly awaited the Demon Lord's rebirth, while also harboring deep fear of the mysterious God of Order.

“Lord Fengyun, we only know about creation, not order. Besides, he seems unpredictable and looks like a pretty boy. He’s obviously not one of us.”

"That's right. What makes him think he can take over the Demon Realm? Even if he has demon bones, so what? In our opinion, Lord Fengyun is the most qualified to become the next Demon Lord."

"Why don't we take advantage of his moment of carelessness and strike first?"

Looking at those obsequious, cowardly, and reckless demon generals, Fengyun mercilessly exposed them: "That sounds nice, but if a real fight breaks out, you'll be the first to run away."

Several demon generals whistled and looked away.

After a while, they said again, unwilling to give up, "As the saying goes, those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. Why don't we think of a way to use the Sun and Moon Guide to take out the Demon Bone first, and see if that kid can still hold his own against us?"

“That’s right, that’s a sacred object of our demon race. If it were the creator god, that would be one thing, but what is this god of order anyway? I think he’s in cahoots with that goddess. He’s a god created in a second way. Why should we be afraid of him?”

A short, clever demon suddenly said, "My lord, since we have the goddess in our hands, can't we use the demon bones to resurrect the Demon Lord Zhuze? Once the Demon Lord Zhuze is resurrected, what are we afraid of that inexperienced God of Order?"

The demon palace on the ridge emitted a blue glow that only the wind and clouds could see. A dark row of ghostly birds stood there. He stood up, his flowing white hair hanging down his back like silk.

Little Demon pressed on, "Lord Fengyun, please say something."

Fengyun stretched lazily without any regard for his image: "I can't say. I'm too busy to go to my death."

Little Demon puffed out his cheeks, his bright eyes seeming to question what he was busy with. They all thought that after breaking the seal, the first thing Lord Fengyun would do was to flatten the mountains of those cultivators and turn the Nine Nether Continent into a paradise for demons. However, to Little Demon's disappointment, he spent his days drinking and playing around, just like a spoiled brat from a powerful and wealthy family in the human world.

Feng Yun raised his hand and moved Xiao Mo's head, like moving a dog, pressing his head down. Xiao Mo heard Feng Yun say in a not-so-serious tone, "It's normal that you're low-level and don't know. Before Zhu Ze died, he gave a secret order. He told me—"

"What do you mean by that?"

Feng Yun took a deep breath and said in a neurotic tone, "Let me save the world."

Demon General: ...

How interesting that the noble and righteous phrase "saving the world" could actually be uttered by a ruthless and murderous villain in his lifetime.

Even if you don't want to tell them, you don't have to fool them like this. Do they look that stupid?

When Fengyun arrived at the main hall of the Demon Palace, a faint blue glow peeked out from the crack in the door. He heard indistinct conversations coming from inside the hall. After waiting for a while until the blue light completely disappeared, he was finally allowed to enter the hall.

Almost as soon as he stepped into the hall, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

Feng Yun stepped forward without making a sound.

"The message has been sent out. They used the Chaos Stone to cut out a barrier, hiding the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion. The Sun and Moon Guide can only sense a faint aura."

He looked at Wu Xiutang's pale face and finished speaking, then waited a while before continuing, "For the wedding arrangements, should we follow the style of the human race, the god race, or the demon race? Or should I go and ask the goddess what she thinks?"

This statement didn't sound like a sincere inquiry; it sounded more like a blatant jest, deliberately designed to poke at someone's heart.

Wu Xiutang sat in the cold golden chair, his dark eyes turning slightly, his thoughts drifting unexpectedly.

Not seeing the person's furious face, Feng Yun was a little disappointed. He coughed lightly, wanting to continue his nagging, but received an extremely impatient glance from the person.

Fengyun didn't see what he wanted to see and found it boring. Just as he was about to leave, a golden light flashed before his eyes.

The familiar aura, the kind that had once crushed him tens of thousands of times, immediately made his scalp tingle.

Feng Yun looked at him in surprise. Love threads?

Wu Xiutang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth without changing his expression: "How do I use this?"

--

After arguing with him, Shi Xianxue finally felt a surge of hunger. Her stomach was empty, with only a burning sensation. Not wanting to die, she ate something haphazardly before feeling a bit of strength return to her body.

There was nothing in the room, but Wu Xiutang did not take away the Boundless Bag; instead, she summoned the Golden-Spitting Boy.

It squatted there listlessly, not speaking, looking rather dejected.

"Little bullfrog, I have something to ask you."

The Golden Boy didn't cry, giving her a cold, indifferent back view.

She insults and hurts her master, and even gives herself a nickname; the Golden Boy won't pay any attention to her.

Shi Xianxue poked its smooth back with her fingertip. "When you were with Wu Xiutang, was he called Wu Xiutang? Who named him? Was it Lou Su?"

She hadn't completely lost her mind; at least Wu Xiutang's words had bothered her quite a bit.

The Golden Boy's head moved slightly.

"Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. I'll ask Wu Ying when I have the chance. You're just a little toy, how could you possibly know as much as Wu Ying?"

"Croak!" The Golden Boy jumped up with a croaking sound, glaring at her with eyes blazing with fire, "Croak croak croak croak croak croak croak croak."

Shi Xianxue listened in silence and then drank the tea in her cup in one gulp.

Seeing her indifferent expression, the Golden Boy immediately felt that his previous act of playing the victim was somewhat unnecessary. It angrily stepped into the Boundless Bag to hibernate, but something tripped its leg on the way, and it kicked it out with a croak.

Shi Xianxue looked at the thing that resembled an abacus, but whose beads emitted starlight.

The Wuliang Bag contained only trivial trinkets for passing the time. This time, even the Fire Ibis was taken away when she was imprisoned, leaving only the harmless Gold-Spitting Boy. As for the Star Abacus, Wu Xiutang didn't know she could use it, so he didn't take it away.

She had just put away the abacus when she turned around and was startled by the shadow at the door. She almost screamed, her heart pounding wildly.

Wu Xiutang narrowed his eyes in the darkness and slowly walked forward. "What are you hiding?"

"What's it to you!" Shi Xianxue pushed him guiltily. "I don't want to see you, get out!"

Despite being pushed, she didn't budge an inch, and was even immobilized by a spell. Shi Xianxue was instantly furious, "You bastard! Wu Xiutang, I hate you, I hate you!"

Wu Xiutang raised her sharp eyebrows. "You'll soon fall in love with me again."

After confirming that Shi Xianxue was not hiding any sharp weapons, Wu Xiutang grabbed her chin and kissed her.

Shi Xianxue stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

What a scoundrel! What kind of indecent behavior is he engaging in!

When the heat wave hits you irresistibly, your breath is instantly stolen, and a few strands of hot, soft, flowing liquid run down your mouth, down your throat, and finally into your body.

Shi Xianxue's eyelashes drooped.

When Wu Xiutang saw the pale pink blush appear at the corners of Shi Xianxue's eyes, his body immediately relaxed and obediently let him do as he pleased.

After the kiss, Wu Xiutang finally released her. He touched the peach blossom at the corner of her eye, a mix of emotions welling up inside him. "It really worked."

He didn't want to have those pointless arguments with her anymore. Every time he saw her hateful look, it felt like he was being burned alive, and he was in unbearable pain.

He's concerned about his image, so he's stubborn and pretends not to care. But in reality, he's been so angry that he has headaches, joint pain, and heart pain.

My body is in so much pain it feels like it's going to explode.

So let's let the threads of affection help them for now, and let Shi Xianxue remain in the memory of loving herself the most, even if it's just for a moment.

After all, he was running out of time.

The moment the pink peach blossoms faded from the corner of her eyes, Shi Xianxue's gaze cleared again. She blinked her soft, long eyelashes, but instead of pushing him away immediately, she licked her lips, as if savoring the feeling of being moved just now.

Wu Xiutang really liked her.

He liked her feigned kindness, her straightforward wicked intentions, her frowning scolding him, and her adorable greedy and lustful appearance towards him.

Lustful… Thinking of this, Wu Xiutang’s good mood vanished in an instant, and his expression turned terrifying.

Yes, she has never been steadfast, often wavering and fickle. She will definitely fall for someone else in the future. The only way to solve this problem is to monitor her and keep her under control at all times, not giving her any chance to make a mistake.

But there are always loopholes, there are always unexpected events. If... if everyone in this world except them were killed, this possibility could be eliminated forever.

Yes, that's right! Kill them all! Whether they like it or not, whether they're happy or not, just kill them all and be done with it.

The beast within him stirred, and his breathing gradually turned into heavy, suppressed gasps.

That's just how it is. Love is selfish; it's about invasion, plunder, possession, and control. The only problem is her weak will and the fact that too many people occupy her heart. If her escape route isn't cut off, she will be seduced by others and will betray herself without hesitation.

Just like when she found a way home, she abandoned herself without hesitation.

Realizing he was about to lose control of his emotions, the mark of the Wheel of Order flickered. While he was struggling with his thoughts, he didn't notice that Shi Xianxue's expression suddenly changed and her hand was raised high.

The slap remained suspended in mid-air, hesitant to fall.

Her face was flushed, she must have been angry, and it took her a long time to manage to utter three words.

"You lunatic, what did you feed me?"

The golden aura that seemed intent on taking over swept past, and Wu Xiutang gradually regained his composure.

It didn't work?

Why didn't it work?

Zhu Ze's love is clearly the most effective aphrodisiac in the world.

Wu Xiutang's gaze was momentarily lost. Before the slap landed, a soft veil brushed against his face, and Wu Xiutang was the first to smell the fragrance that haunted his dreams.

So that's how it is.

He was overjoyed, yet he lowered his eyelashes and frantically suppressed the corners of his mouth. Moonlight streamed through the cracks in the window, casting shadows of varying depths, the dark shade mixed with gold flowing from his left eye to his right.

He looked up, his eyes trembling wildly, a strange, unheard-of pleasure engulfing him from the bottom up.

When he killed Qi Lingjie in Nan Yue, his immature human body underwent a transformative growth. He knew he was different from before, but he still had no interest in such things.

However, now, with spring in full bloom, the inner satisfaction made him want to kiss her, bite her, squeeze and possess her with extreme intimacy, and then swell like a tide, seeping into the flower stamens of the spring pond from the outside in.

He tried to control the emotions in his eyes, making his expression look less frightening.

When people get extremely excited, their expressions can become uncontrollable.

He could only manage a weak, trembling voice as he asked, "Should we... try again?"