The four Heavenly Kings, the twenty-eight constellations, the nine planetary gods, the twelve zodiac gods, the stars of the east and west, the gods of the north and south, the Five Prisons, Four Rivers, and all the heavenly stars, led an army of a hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals, setting up a heavenly and earthly net outside the Palace of Cloud Dispersion to capture Mo Xiu. “By order,” all complied. At the South Heavenly Gate, Mo Xiu defeated the heavenly gods, scattering them like fallen leaves. The Heavenly King of Growth, his face blackened, stumbled into the Lingxiao Palace and urgently reported, “Your Majesty, Mo Xiu has breached the South Heavenly Gate and is advancing towards the Heavenly Bridge.”
In the mortal world, dark clouds rolled, thickening as the sky thundered, unable to break through the heavy layers of clouds. “Rumble, rumble, rumble,” the sound grew more urgent and intense, as if the sky was about to collapse. Torrential rain came, and high peaks crumbled in an instant, rivers overflowed. The divine black horse, carrying the two, raced over hills, across the collapsing earth, galloping through the vast landscape. Floods surged, fires blazed, the earth split apart, and mountains turned to rubble. The Wusu River became boundless, its waves towering. Liu Bugun reined in his horse by the river, gazing at the vast expanse. The raging waves separated the shores, the once narrow riverbed now stretching beyond sight. “Mo Xiu has already started in the upper realm; how can we cross this river?” Liu Bugun frowned deeply. Across the river, through the mist, loomed the legendary Yuyan Mountain, its peak barren, with no grass or birds, its stony peak extending outward like the wings of a great roc, ready to take flight.
“Can we deal with him?” Xu Caitong asked with a worried look on her face. “Yes, we definitely can. Even if it costs us our last breath, we must protect the world.” “Mhm.” Xu Caitong’s confidence surged in an instant. Liu Bugun helped Caitong off the horse, handed her some dried food to stave off hunger. He himself stood on the riverbank, gazing at the rushing river waters. The small boats on the river surface were likely swept into the turbulent waves, mixed with dead trees, weeds, human corpses, dead livestock, and various items of clothing and furniture. “No one can escape their fate, and Fu Xiu has played his last card,” Xu Caitong said, looking at his figure standing firm on the riverbank, reminiscent of an ancient war god, unyielding in the wind and rain, exuding a heroic aura. She loved him, deeply and profoundly.
