The Sword Forger warned Sun Lichai, "Don't think that killing Demon God Shu means everything is fine; the more terrifying one is that person."
"Which person?"
The Sword Forger said no more, and carrying Immortal Xu, he returned to the bamboo hut.
Sun Lichai held the Fu Yu Divine Sword, pressing her palm against its cold spine, as if this could comfort that resolute girl.
She calmly walked out of Yanxuan Valley.
The little monk was indeed peering at the valley entrance.
He looked at Sun Lichai with surprise.
"Benefactress Huan Xin, to have chosen such a path, is truly remarkable." The little monk bowed with his palms together, chanting a Buddhist prayer, "Amitabha, since it is so, this humble monk can only take the Fu Yu Divine Sword and leave."
Sun Lichai lightly swung a sword.
A head flew into the air.
The vertical slit on the little monk's glabella suddenly opened, and a colossal Demon God emerged, "What a formidable girl! Even this seat's most favored avatar is no match for you in a single blow!"
The epiphyllum on Sun Lichai's glabella flickered, emitting a faint glow, and her figure transformed into a streak of a meteor, flying away from the place.
Demon God Shu's true form, with dozens of eyes, looked around, but could not see Sun Lichai, who was protected by the Pure Land, and could only roar a few times in vain.
Dozens of miles away, the epiphyllum vanished, and Sun Lichai continued without stopping, while a mocking laugh came from behind her: "Run! Unless you never stop, you won't escape this seat's pursuit!"
...
The Ends of the Earth.
The rotating swastika seal transformed into a mirror of light, and Simon sat behind the mirror.
Sun Lichai arrived here.
"He has also come."
Simon nodded at the words, seeing the avatar of Demon God Shu relentlessly pursuing on the sea surface.
So he unrolled the golden paper scroll in his hand and flashed Demon God Shu's true form at that avatar.
"Roar—! Impossible! Who are you!" The moment the avatar saw the true form, it was absorbed into the golden paper, like a drop of water returning to the ocean, merging into the true body.
The true form absorbed the avatar's memories and could not help but curse, "Idiot! Idiot! How could you not even do these small things well..." Simon had no interest in listening to him scold himself, so he calmly rolled up the golden paper again.
Sun Lichai breathed a sigh of relief; this journey, filled with trepidation, was finally complete.
She looked at the mirror of light before her; stepping through it was the finish line.
Nine reincarnations, all for this one step.
She lingered there, and Simon did not urge her.
"Lu Yuan, Huan Xin's adoptive father told me to be careful of him."
"Him?"
"Don't you know who it is?"
"I know many things, but also many I don't know." Simon's tone was very calm; as an avatar, his abilities were indeed limited.
"Can you save Huan Xin?"
"Originally, no, but now I can."
"Why?" Sun Lichai was quite surprised to receive an unexpected answer.
"Now that the fruit is ripe, I only need to plant the tree."
"You want to reverse the effect to cause?"
"It is you who wants to do this." Simon's gaze towards Sun Lichai was as calm and gentle as when they first met.
"Lu Yuan, you are truly kind."
"Chai Chai, goodbye."
Sun Lichai smiled gently, holding her sword, and stepped into the mirror of light.
...
In a long river, Sun Lichai lost her form; she was swept by the torrent, flowing downstream.
However, at this moment, the epiphyllum on her glabella slowly closed, then detached, falling into the river of time, flowing upstream.
...
Everyone in the Pure Land heard of this final great battle, so they all ran out to watch.
They hid in the extreme north and the South Sea, leaving the east-west line of heaven and earth open, knowing that even watching such a god-demon level battle carried immense risks.
Deep in the East Sea, a sword-wielding woman flew out from the mirror of light; she loudly shouted, throwing the Fu Yu Divine Sword into the sky.
Demon God Shu actively reached out and took the Divine Sword, as if grasping a speck of starlight, and magnificent colors immediately bloomed in its lifeless eyes, just like a stone bead painted, a stroke of genius.
The dead in that wilderness, resurrected!
Shu's eyes blinked, carefully surveying the human world it had long been separated from.
This was its last observation.
Simon threw out the golden paper; in mid-air, it burned to ashes, and Demon God Shu's true form escaped, also transforming into a towering giant, its waist buried in the clouds, and even the deep East Sea only reached its ankles.
"This seat will surely slaughter all you mortals! The new era begins, slaying immortals and annihilating Buddhas, destroying your doctrines, and severing your foundations!"
Simon laughed heartily, "You'd better take care of yourself!"
Demon God Shu spread its eight arms, spanning thousands of miles, tightly grasping Demon God Shu, then its two free hands suddenly plunged into his chest.
"Ah—! It's you!!! It's you!!!"
Shu remained silent, its hands tearing open Demon God Shu's chest and abdomen, pulling it apart with all its might, and nine streaks of spiritual light flew out from within, dancing gracefully.
They were the bodies of the other nine Divine Swords.
Demon God Shu's screams were continuous, but with such injuries, its inner divine essence drained, it could only die in screams now.
The gushing black blood turned into a great rain upon the human world.
The onlookers, seeing the blood rain rage, turning into a world-ending torrent, dared not linger in the human world anymore, retreating to the Pure Land, and at the same time bringing back news of victory. The world was in an uproar.
Demon God Shu closed its eyes, bathing in its own victory; this boundless blood rain was just like the great rain in Kunlun when it was beheaded.
Releasing Demon God Shu's twisted and shriveled corpse, Demon God Shu sighed slightly, and the boundless stars that made up its body returned to the sky.
It rested in peace.
Sun Lichai watched this scene, blinking softly.
The expression on her face gradually became more childlike.
"Eh? What's going on? It's so dark."
It was Fu Xixi.
The little sister scratched her head, looking at the starry sky, giggling, "So beautiful! Call the Daoist to come and see too!"
She stood at the peak of a solitary island in the sea, where Demon God Shu's turbid blood had turned into black currents relentlessly washing around the island, yet ultimately unable to endanger the life on the island.
The sound of crashing tides was melodious and pleasant.
An epiphyllum flickered at Fu Xixi's feet, and a mirror appeared, from which two men, playfully bickering, walked out.
It was the Daoist and the Swordsman.
"Little sister!" They greeted her with smiles.
"Oh! You two went off to play without me! I'm not happy!"
"Hahahaha!" The two looked at the naive Fu Xixi and laughed at each other.
"Oh, wait!" Fu Xixi frowned and pulled out a large fruit from the pouch at her waist.
"What is this?" the Swordsman asked.
"I'm not sure, but it feels so familiar!"
"Is this a fruit?" the Daoist scratched his head.
"Let's find a place to plant it and see if it sprouts." Fu Xixi made the decision.
"Whatever you say!"
Simon smiled as he looked down upon the human world; his mission was essentially complete.
However, at this moment, Demon God Shu's corpse suddenly contracted; its mountain-like body actually shrank to an eight-foot-tall man.
He was clad in a dark robe and held a black blade.
His eyes were disdainful, and his aura encompassed the universe.
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