On the other side of the mountain at Yanzheng Mountain, Xu Caitong stood dazed on the mountain peak. From a crack in the mountain, a giant roc emerged, its wings barely eight feet long, almost covering the entire mountain. “Gah—” the roc screeched, its cry echoing through the sky. It took flight, stirring up a massive whirlwind on the mountain top. Liu Bugun grabbed onto its feathers and mounted its back. Riding the roc, Liu Bugun flew towards another mountain peak. Suddenly, Fu Xiu descended from the clouds and grabbed Xu Caitong.
“Rainbow,” Liu Bugun cried out in alarm, soaring towards Fu Xiu. “Mo Xie, at the beginning of the creation of the world, your woman fell into my hands, and now, after countless ages, your woman has fallen into my hands again. Hahaha,” Fu Xiu gloated.
Xu Caitong was suddenly seized tightly, the pain waking her up. She struggled and cried, her tear-filled eyes finally recognizing that she was being held by a dragon, an evil dragon. “Fu Xiu, do you think you can escape? Do you think heaven and earth will tolerate your evil deeds? Surrender yourself now!” Liu Bugun shouted in anger.
Fu Xiu, holding Xu Caitong hostage, danced through the clouds. He knew Mo Xie would never dare to swing his treasured sword, for if he did, Fu Xiu would place his beloved woman right in front of the sword’s tip. “Mo Xie, come on, come kill me. Let’s see how many lives Ziyue has,” Fu Xiu laughed maniacally.
“Fu Xiu, whether in heaven or on earth, I will never cease pursuing you,” Liu Bugun chased, filled with rage and hatred, always one step behind, unable to protect his woman properly. Had he not already mistakenly killed her once in a past life, would she now die by his hand again?
Unable to shake off the relentless Mo Xie, Fu Xiu spewed flames with a “whoosh”. Liu Bugun, riding the roc, dodged the flames, which instead struck the towering mountains, igniting them, and the earth, causing wildfires to spread, consuming the people who cried out in agony as they were engulfed by the dragon’s fire.
Liu Bugun could not let him harm the creatures of the earth anymore. He rode the roc, charging directly at Fu Xiu. With the force of thunder, he thrust his sword towards Fu Xiu’s face. Fu Xiu, prepared, sneered and pulled Xu Caitong in front of him as a shield. “Go ahead, kill her, kill the woman you love,” he taunted. The sword was inches from Xu Caitong. Seeing it was Liu Bugun’s sword, she closed her eyes. Liu Bugun gave a cold laugh; just as the sword was about to strike, he released its force. True to form, Fu Xiu had used Xu Caitong as a shield, but Liu Bugun feinted and quickly reversed his strike, aiming for Fu Xiu’s lower body. “Fu Xiu, meet your doom,” he declared.
Fu Xiu, thinking he had tricked Mo Xie into killing his woman, was caught off guard by the feint and the swift attack. Liu Bugun’s sword hit its mark, causing Fu Xiu to cry out and lash his tail at Liu Bugun. Liu Bugun, riding the roc, swiftly dodged and flew towards Fu Xiu’s head, swinging his sword down. Fu Xiu twisted in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the blow but not before receiving a superficial cut on his head.
Infuriated, Fu Xiu flew towards the North Sea, with Liu Bugun in hot pursuit. “Fu Xiu, why struggle in vain?” Liu Bugun declared righteously. “Whoosh,” Fu Xiu turned and spewed more flames, but Liu Bugun had already ascended to the sky, evading the fiery attack.
Fu Xiu, injured and in disarray, escaped towards the North Sea, where the waves were tumultuous. The Dragon King of the North Sea, Ao Shun, had been driven out by Fu Xiu’s minions. Ao Shun had gone to the Heavenly Court to report, but due to the chaos in heaven and the underworld, the Jade Emperor instructed Ao Shun to rest in the East Sea until Mo Xie subdued the demon and the North Sea could return to its former vibrancy.
Standing on the turbulent North Sea, Fu Xiu sneered, “Mo Xie, do you remember? The summit of the North Sea is where you and Ziyue were buried. At the beginning of creation, you were buried there, and today, you shall both be buried deep under the sea, in the same tomb. Hahaha, what a pair of star-crossed lovers.”
Mo Xie gave a cold laugh, standing atop the waves. “Fu Xiu, your wickedness is beyond the tolerance of heaven and earth. Surrender now!” Fu Xiu raised giant waves and fled towards the North. Liu Bugun, holding his Mo Xie sword, chased after him on the waves.
Liu Bugun pursued him into the depths of the North Sea, into the very cave where he and Ziyue had been buried. Overwhelmed with grief and burning with hatred, Liu Bugun declared, “Fu Xiu, if you remain obstinate, you shall be utterly destroyed.” Driven by vengeance, Liu Bugun would not rest until Fu Xiu was dead. “Mo Xie, remember this cave? This was where you two dwelled together. Now, you will be buried here once again. Hahaha,” Fu Xiu laughed maniacally.
Seizing the moment, Liu Bugun swung his sword. Fu Xiu’s dragon whiskers lashed out at him. Liu Bugun leaped, striking at Fu Xiu’s crown. Fu Xiu rolled, spewing flames at Liu Bugun, who quickly dodged and lunged forward, striking Fu Xiu in the eye. With a scream, Fu Xiu fled towards the surface. “Fu Xiu, where can you escape?” Liu Bugun pursued relentlessly.
In his last desperate act, Fu Xiu grabbed Xu Caitong, making a final stand. “Mo Xie, your woman is in my hands. If anyone dies today, we both die. How can I die alone?” With that, he threw Xu Caitong into the air. Xu Caitong, caught in the howling wind, drifted among the dark, stormy clouds as rain poured down, and the earth below lay in desolation. The great fires and floods engulfed the earth. The people of the land bowed in prayer, hoping that heaven would bless the earth to cease the fires and quell the floods. The wind blew on Xu Caitong’s face, its strength causing her cheeks to sting slightly. She looked down upon the people of the vast earth, watching as their homes were destroyed by the floods, and tears fell from her eyes. She realized then that what she had clung to was Fuxiu, who intended to destroy the heavens and earth. At the beginning of creation, he had abducted Ziyue to prevent Moye from opening the world, using her as leverage against Moye. She had wronged him in her accusations. “Moye, I love you. In our next life, we will be together again.” Xu Caitong glanced at Liu Bugun, full of longing, then fell towards the earth. “No!” Liu Bugun screamed. How could Fuxiu let this go so easily? He extended his poisonous dragon whiskers towards Xu Caitong, the strands piercing her. “Ah-” Xu Caitong was struck by the venomous dragon whiskers and plummeted downward. “Wife.” Dapeng, carrying Liu Bugun, flew out like an arrow. Liu Bugun caught Xu Caitong, and with a flash of cold light, Moye’s sword was swung, striking towards Fuxiu. The Moye Sword, forged from the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth, crafted from the dark iron sand of the Nine Nether Springs and the divine iron of the highest heavens, carried Moye’s spirit as it pierced towards Fuxiu, who was tumbling in mid-air. The sword struck Fuxiu’s heart, and he screamed, blood rushing to his heart. Flames burst from his body as he fell towards the ground. Liu Bugun held Xu Caitong tightly, seeing her eyes closed and her body turning blue. His heart was filled with pain and hatred, wishing he could slice Fuxiu into a thousand pieces for the millennia-old abduction of Ziyue, and now for poisoning Caitong.
Fuxiu, engulfed in flames, crashed onto the earth. He struggled, howling, unwilling to accept his defeat. At the dawn of creation, he was defeated by Moye, and millennia later, he was still defeated by Moye. “Moye, Moye…” Fuxiu’s voice was filled with hatred as he fell to the ground, consumed by fire into ashes.
