bookbashuk Chapter 617 "It seems that the Demon Lord Yan is about to lose to Jun Wuchi..."
Chapter 617 "It seems that the Demon Lord Yan is about to lose to Jun Wuchi..."
Jun Wuchi and Yan Su flew towards Qian Qiuxue, one after the other.
The moment Yan Su saw Jun Wuchi hovering in mid-air, her brows furrowed, and Fu Sheng's expression changed, her eyes widening instantly.
Yan Su was able to fly high into the sky only because of the frost and snow beneath her feet, which allowed her to be supported by the surrounding area.
But Jun Wuchi... what makes him so special?
He's actually immune to the gravitational pull of the divine miracle?!
Fu Sheng stared intently at Jun Wuchi's body, where five Chaos Pearls were rapidly spinning around him, their spiritual light flowing as if protecting him.
...Is it because the Chaos Pearl is supporting him that he can fly?
But that doesn't make sense either. If the Chaos Pearl could support Junwu Pool's flight, then Lan Huaiyu's Dawn should have been able to fly using sword energy, just like when she came out of the Undying Secret Realm.
But on their way here, during a casual chat, Fu Sheng asked Lan Huaiyu, who replied that it wouldn't work; even with a divine sword around him, he couldn't fly in the miracle.
Both Dawnbreaker and Chaos Pearl belong to the category of divine artifacts. If Dawnbreaker cannot do it, then Chaos Pearl naturally cannot do it either. How could Jun Wuchi fly into the air?
Before she could figure it out, the murderous intent was already revealed high above.
Although Yan Su set off slightly later, his domain had a natural advantage in this snowy landscape, and he quickly overtook Jun Wuchi. Frost surged beneath his feet, and he moved like a streak of cold light, directly blocking Jun Wuchi's path. Snow gathered in his palm, completely sealing off Jun Wuchi's way.
Jun Wuchi's expression turned cold. He neither dodged nor evaded, and the Chaos Pearl around him suddenly shone brightly.
"Get out of here."
Before he finished speaking, five Chaos Pearls hurtled towards Yan Su like meteors.
Yan Su's fingertips tightened, and the swirling snow instantly transformed into an indestructible ice wall, withstanding the attack head-on.
boom!
The shockwave exploded, and the flying snow swirled backward.
The two figures collided suddenly in the sky, the roar of the divine weapon intertwined with the whistling of the wind and snow, causing the entire snow mountain to tremble slightly.
Jun Wuchi, relying on his ability to stand in mid-air, moved with agility and cunning, each move aimed directly at Qian Qiuxue.
Yan Su then used the wind and snow of heaven and earth to her advantage, her attacks were as fierce as knives, and the frost and snow in her hands turned into long blades, firmly blocking people under her sword.
One attack, one defense; one swift, one steady.
High in the sky, the two figures moved so fast that they were just afterimages, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
"Master, aren't you going up to help Yan the Demon?" The Schnauzer beside him was also stunned by the scene of Qian Qiuxue's birth. Now that it had finally come to its senses, it saw Yan Su and Jun Wuchi fighting in the air and turned to ask Fu Sheng.
"How do we get up there?" Fu Sheng asked.
Now that the two are locked in combat, it's the perfect opportunity for her to seize Qianqiuxue.
But... she can't fly!
Fu Sheng also wanted to use the painting spirit to help Yan Su deal with Jun Wuchi, but as soon as this thought arose, Fu Sheng remembered the scene where a chessboard appeared in front of Jun Wuchi.
So he gritted his teeth and gave up the idea of painting the spirit.
What if she draws a spirit on Jun Wuchi at this moment, and the same situation occurs as last time, with the chessboard knocking her words back with even more terrifying power?
You know, if it weren't for Qiqi showing up to help her last time, she would have almost died from her own 'kill' word.
Now that Qiqi is nowhere to be found, whether she's asleep or has disappeared, she dares not take any more risks.
Moreover... she really didn't want to kill Jun Wuchi anymore.
"So we're just going to stand here and watch Yan the Demon and Jun Wuchi fight?"
Although the Schnauzer usually called him "Demon Yan" all the time, it still cared about him deep down. With an anxious look on its face, it said, "I feel that Jun Wuchi's aura is very strange. It seems that Demon Yan is about to lose to Jun Wuchi..."
"What are you saying? How could Yan Su not be able to..." Upon hearing Schnauzer's words, Fu Sheng subconsciously retorted, but the rest of her words got stuck in her throat.
Because she saw that the frost-like blade light that Yan Su swept out of the sky actually disintegrated inch by inch in front of Jun Wuchi.
It wasn't shattered by the Chaos Pearl, but rather dissolved into thin air.
The next instant, a finger strike, so light it was almost inaudible, landed on Yan Su's chest.
There was no roar, no gust of air.
Yan Su felt as if he had been struck by a mountain. His body arched violently, and blood gushed from his throat. The frost beneath his feet instantly disintegrated, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. The vast expanse of snow and wind dimmed instantly, like a candle flame about to go out.
"Yan Su!!!"
Fu Sheng felt his blood freeze. He cried out in alarm and immediately flew to Yan Su's side. He saw that Yan Su's face was ashen and his breathing was disordered.
"How are you?" Fu Sheng asked, her voice trembling.
Yan Su gently shook her head, trying to indicate that she was alright, but another gushing of blood gushed from her mouth, making Fu Sheng panic.
High in the sky, Jun Wuchi slowly withdrew his hand.
At some point, his aura had completely changed.
The original coldness, arrogance, and sharpness have all faded away, replaced by a gentle warmth like spring snow, yet a pressure as heavy as the collapse of heaven and earth. It is not fierce, not malevolent, not demonic, but like the descent of the heavens, the birth of the sun and moon, making one unable to even muster the courage to look directly at it.
The five Chaos Pearls quietly withdrew their spiritual light and slowly came to rest beside him.
Instead, a flawless white jade chessboard slowly emerged from in front of him, its clear light flowing out, untouched by any worldly noise.
The black and white chess pieces move silently on the board, each one containing a profound power that could create something from nothing.
Fu Sheng hurriedly gave Yan Su a Celestial-grade healing pill, and when she looked up again, she saw this scene.
Jun Wuchi still had those same eyes, but the emotions in them had long since dissipated, leaving only a clear, serene indifference that looked down upon all living beings.
There was no ferocity of possession, no madness of demonic possession.
But he was clearly a different person.
Gentle and refined, yet supremely superior.
Gentle, yet not open to dissent.
The wind and snow of the entire miracle stopped at this moment; gravity, laws, and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth all bowed to him.
As Fu Sheng watched, her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.
Even though it was Jun Wuchi's face and he hadn't said a word, Fu Sheng was instantly certain that the soul inside Jun Wuchi's shell had changed hands.
She looked at the man suspended in mid-air, and a name that had been etched into the past for millions of years was uttered by her in a trembling voice:
"Su Yun."
She finally understood that Jun Wuchi's ability to fly was not due to the Chaos Pearl or anything else, but rather to the entity residing within his body.
Su Yun—
A mythical figure in the celestial realm, the man who always disregarded the rules.
Qi Qi had once told her that the man in white robes was inside Jun Wuchi's body, but Fu Sheng never expected that he could actually appear directly through Jun Wuchi's body.
The memories from the illusion were still vivid in her mind. Fu Sheng had briefly possessed Su Yun's body, so she knew better than anyone just how terrifying Su Yun's strength was.
Even someone as strong as Yan Su couldn't withstand a single move from him...
Jun Wuchi heard her voice, his gaze fell on her, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on his lips. He spoke in a tone that Jun Wuchi had never used before, calm and warm: "Fusheng, you know who I am."
It was impossible to tell whether it was a question or a statement. His tone was not very emotional, like that of an old friend having a casual chat, gentle and calm, without the slightest hint of sharpness.
The God Lord is renowned in the cultivation world, with believers everywhere. Everyone respects him as the "God Lord," but very few people know his real name.
If Fusheng hadn't stepped into the illusion, he wouldn't have known.
Hearing Su Yun's words, Fu Sheng gritted her teeth, her hand supporting Yan Su trembling slightly, but she forced herself not to take a step back: "Of course I know."
Sensing Fu Sheng's fear, Yan Su took her hand in his, smiled slightly at her when she looked at him, and whispered two words: "Don't be afraid."
Yan Su has a cool and aloof voice, so whenever she speaks to Fu Sheng, she deliberately softens her tone to avoid sounding cold.
Although their strength was vastly inferior to Su Yun's, Fu Sheng felt strangely at ease after hearing Yan Su's words of comfort.
She nodded, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.
In reality, she wasn't afraid of Su Yun.
She had once possessed his memories and briefly become him, understanding Su Yun's true nature better than anyone else. He was not cruel or cold-blooded; quite the opposite, he was born kind and compassionate, with the world at heart. Just as the cultivation world had passed down through generations—gentle yet powerful, compassionate and responsible, a person willing to give everything for the common people.
But it was precisely because she understood Su Yun that Fu Sheng was even more terrified.
Su Yun is too stubborn.
As long as it is the 'way' he believes in, as long as it is the 'righteousness' in his heart, he can give up everything without hesitation in order to achieve his goal.
Now, although she doesn't know what Su Yun is planning to do, there is no doubt that he wants to make Jun Wuchi a god and he wants to kill Yan Su.
Upon hearing Fu Sheng's words, Su Yun's expression remained unchanged. He continued in a calm and approachable manner, saying, "He told you a lot."
Fu Sheng's gaze paused slightly.
The "he" that Su Yun mentioned should refer to Qi Qi.
Su Yun believed that Qi Qi had told her that she could recognize him and call out his name.
Fusheng did not respond.
But Su Yun didn't wait for her reply. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry, I don't have much time left."
Before Fu Sheng could understand the meaning of those words, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure.
Since transmigrating to the world of cultivation, Fu Sheng has almost never felt any 'pressure' from others because of her powerful spiritual strength. Even when facing Lan Chengtian, who was in the Mahayana stage, or Jun Yuwei, who was in the perfect Mahayana stage, Fu Sheng felt nothing.
But today, she experienced it twice.
Once, it was the birth of Qianqiuxue.
Just this once, right now.
Fu Sheng felt a sudden heaviness in his chest, as if he were being crushed by a thousand feet of cold jade. His internal organs seemed to shift, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. A warm, salty, and fishy sensation surged up, and blood spilled from the corner of his lips, dripping down his chin into the snow.
A sharp, knife-like pain shot through his limbs and bones, his spiritual energy surged and crashed against his meridians, his vision blurred, and for a moment even standing became difficult.
"Fu Sheng..." Seeing blood spilling from Fu Sheng's mouth, Yan Su's expression tightened. He held Fu Sheng's hand and continuously transmitted spiritual energy to her.
A cool spiritual energy flowed through his body, and Fu Sheng immediately felt the pressure around him lessen, and his breathing became much easier.
Seeing that Fu Sheng's complexion had eased slightly, Yan Su's heart finally settled down a little. When she raised her eyes again, they were as cold as a frost-covered blade.
His icy aura surged forth, frost erupting from his body. Snowflakes condensed behind him into ice spikes several meters long, their cold light piercing the clouds. At the same instant, crimson karmic fire erupted from his palm, its flames as red as blood, scorching the sky.
Ice and fire intertwined around Yan Su, forming a deadly array. Ice shards, bathed in karmic fire and wrapped in a do-or-die killing intent, pierced straight towards the figure high in the sky like ten thousand blades cutting through the air.
This attack was completely unlike what someone at the peak of the Fusion Realm could unleash.
It doesn't sound like something a seriously injured person would say.
Seeing the murderous aura of ice and fire approaching him, Su Yun's expression remained calm, but a hint of surprise arose in his heart.
He knew exactly what he had done to Yan Su—the finger he had pointed at his heart earlier had shattered all the meridians in his body.
Even though he could barely stand up, he was still able to launch such an attack...
Although Su Yun was surprised, he did not take any countermeasures against Yan Su's deadly move.
He didn't even raise his hand; his aura simply rippled slightly.
It was like a spring breeze brushing away snow, or a bright moon breaking through the clouds.
The icicles that came hurtling towards him melted away inch by inch when they touched the ground three feet in front of him.
The raging red lotus fire, like a candle burning out to its last flame, was extinguished silently.
Light as a wisp of smoke, faint as falling snow.
Fu Sheng was deeply shocked by what she saw.
Even though she knew in her heart that their abilities were like ants trying to shake a tree in front of Su Yun, Fu Sheng still found it hard to accept when she witnessed the huge gap with her own eyes.
This is Yan Su...
Yan Su's deadly attack was easily neutralized by Su Yun.
"You are truly outstanding..." The figure high in the sky suddenly sighed and spoke.
This sentence is no longer just a simple, gentle tone, but seems to contain many complex emotions.
It seemed like regret, or perhaps deep thought.
As Fu Sheng listened, he inexplicably felt that there should be a second half to this sentence.
But in the end, I didn't hear it.
The figure in the air seemed to have made a decision, and lightly raised its fingertips.
The white jade chessboard slowly began to rotate in front of him. The black and white energy flowed like the beginning of chaos. There was no burst of light or howling wind and thunder, but every slight movement of the chess piece caused the entire space of the miracle to distort slightly.
Then, several chess pieces slowly rose up on the chessboard.
The black and white chess pieces were as light as nothing, without light, sound, or shadow, yet as heavy as falling stars, carrying an overwhelming power that determined fate and life and death, slowly pressing down on the two.
The world is dead silent.
Fu Sheng's limbs felt as if they were filled with molten lead, rendering him completely immobile, and even blinking became extremely difficult.
She wanted to raise her hand, to draw a spirit, to stand in front of Yan Su, but all those thoughts remained only in her mind; her body wouldn't obey her commands at all.
As the black and white chess pieces were about to reach them, the shadow of death poured down like a torrential rain, engulfing Fusheng.
Even though Fu Sheng had faced life-or-death situations countless times, only at this moment did she realize with absolute clarity that they were truly going to die.
An overwhelming sense of dread surged through his veins, and his brain screamed wildly in extreme fear.
Cannot die...
She cannot die, Yan Su cannot die.
No.
Can't……
Not allowed!!!
A series of extremely faint golden runes silently emerged from Fu Sheng's eyes.
Subtle and hidden, yet it carries a primordial aura that transcends all the laws of the heavens.
In just a few wisps, the surrounding air trembled slightly, and spacetime rippled subtly. Even Su Yun's overwhelming pressure, capable of crushing heaven and earth, paused for a moment.