In the Court of Heaven, outside the Lingxiao Palace, Fu Xiu was locked in a fierce battle with Li Tianwang and Nezha, the Third Prince. Suddenly, a beam of spiritual light surged from the lower realm, shining on Fu Xiu. Like a mirror revealing his true form, it caused him to revert to his original state. Fu Xiu let out a scream of agony and fled in panic. “Mo Xie, you always ruin my plans,” Fu Xiu shouted as he escaped through the South Heavenly Gate, fleeing towards the mortal realm.
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?
