Su Fu turned to face the Bull Demon King, raising a palm—not guided by the Great Sage, but by her own newfound understanding.
“Demon, surrender!” She and the manifestation spoke as one, thrusting their hands forward, the Fighting Buddha behind her extending a massive palm.
Fearless and unwavering, slaying demons and subduing devils.
Inheriting the Great Sage’s will, comprehending the Fighting Buddha’s way, thus mastering divine powers.
The golden palm slammed into the white ox, blinding golden light instantly enveloping the whole space.
The Bull Demon King was terrified to find himself utterly suppressed!
That giant palm was like a mountain pressing down; with every inch it advanced, the strength in his body weakened further.
He struggled desperately, but couldn’t move: “How… how do you possess such power? How can I sense that aura from you…”
At last, the golden palm fell completely.
“Boom!”
The Bull Demon King’s hundred-meter demon form was slammed to its knees by this strike, his white ox form collapsing in an instant.
With the true form dissipating, the human figure of the Bull Demon King was exposed—then that, too, began to fall apart…
He stared at Su Fu in terror, as if looking through her at the endless void: “You… who are you, really? No… impossible… How could I lose to you…”
The Bull Demon King’s voice grew ever fainter, finally turning to a wisp of green smoke, vanishing between heaven and earth.
As the golden Buddha’s radiance faded, Su Fu emerged from that profound state.
She looked down at the spot where the Bull Demon King vanished, somewhat dazed: “Dea… dead?”
Truly dead?
Thinking back to that instant, she felt she’d truly sensed the Great Sage’s presence, personally instructing her in the way of the Fighting Buddha.
In that mysterious state, guided by the Great Sage, she unleashed her final strike.
“So I really landed a hit…” Su Fu was a bit stunned.
With the dust settled, calm returned to the land.
Su Fu stood in mid-air, black hair dancing in the wind, sunlight piercing the clouds to shine upon her—like golden Buddha’s radiance.
The manifestation behind her hovered in the air, solemn and dignified, as if guarding the world—and Su Fu herself.
She lifted her right hand, gazing at her palm, still hardly able to believe it.
“It’s done.”
That S-class Anomaly, the Bull Demon King, was truly dead.
So, that was indeed the Great Sage’s will descending just now.
Su Fu was silent for a moment, then let out a soft sigh.
She looked to the earth below.
The Bull Demon King, upon sensing the Great Sage’s aura, had actively sought him out.
Then conversely, the Great Sage—
Wouldn’t he also come if he sensed the Bull Demon King’s presence?
The Great Sage and the Bull Demon King had sworn brotherhood at Huaguo Mountain.
They once drank together before the Water Curtain Cave, calling each other brother.
They’d frolicked together, trained together, fought off heaven’s pursuit together.
Back then, they were high-spirited, recklessly passionate, ruling Huaguo Mountain with abandon.
But later, they parted ways.
The Great Sage entered Buddhism, the Bull Demon King continued on the demonic path.
Their roads diverged, their stances grew ever more distant.
What did the Great Sage think of this Bull Demon King?
But in any case, this Bull Demon King before her had to die.
To dare copy the Great Sage’s old brother?
Did he really think the focus of Fighting Buddha was the word “Buddha”?
Su Fu guessed this was the true reason for the Great Sage’s will descending and with a true god’s descent, this anomaly’s end could only be utter annihilation.
“I said it before: Do not sow needless bloodshed.” Su Fu muttered, “Look now—dead, aren’t you?”
“No good end.”
Su Fu withdrew the manifestation.
All around was devastation, mountains collapsed, the earth cracked.
The Bull Demon King was dead.
Su Fu looked toward the direction of Little Thunderclap Monastery, murmuring, “In that case, it’s time to settle accounts with the mastermind.”
“To slay the Prophet!”
***
Jianxia Mountains, so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared at the scene before them in disbelief.
That was an S-class Anomaly!
Anyone present—including the High Priest—couldn’t solve it, yet she, a freshman, just enrolled, used her manifestation to deal with it directly?
Unbelievable, simply unbelievable.
“The key is her manifestation…” someone muttered in a daze, “That…that’s a deity, isn’t it? How could she have two manifestations?”
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven and the Fighting Buddha?
She could switch between them?
Unheard of!
Fujiwara Chiyo calmed down and tried to analyze, “Her Fighting Buddha manifestation seems especially effective against demonic anomalies.”
But her expression was hard to describe, her voice growing softer, “Even so, to just slap it away…”
Just like that?
Everyone’s hearts were overwhelmed with shock.
“Dual manifestations,” someone sighed after a long while, “crushes everyone…”
This couldn’t be described as mere talent anymore; she was a monster among monsters.
“With such strength, there’s no suspense about who’s number one this year.”
Not some Great Prophet Merlin, not the Goddess of Fertility Freya, not even Achilles, beloved of Zeus.
If it came to strength…
The Chinese Pantheon freshman Su Fu was number one.
Murray looked complicated as he watched Su Fu in the projection.
After she put away her manifestation, she strode calmly toward Little Thunderclap Monastery.
“No wonder the Destiny Box chose her,” Murray couldn’t help but mutter, “It really didn’t pick wrong…”
He’d wrongly blamed the box.
Suddenly, a thought struck him and he turned sharply to Fujiwara Chiyo, “Wait, is Su Fu going to claim the bounty? As far as I know, that bounty is enormous!”
Fujiwara Chiyo: “…..”
“Not just enormous, it’s astronomical. An S-class Anomaly’s bounty is enough for an ordinary person to squander for several lifetimes.”
Everyone: “!!!”
So jealous, what a massive windfall.
Fox Hart looked at Su Fu’s departing figure but sensed something was off and asked, “She’s headed for Little Thunderclap Monastery?”
“Isn’t that obvious?” Kofman sneered, “After being schemed against like this, of course she’ll get revenge.”
She truly always repaid her grudges.
Everyone’s expressions grew complex, thinking of the “Great Prophet” Merlin.
Zhou Yu shook his head: “Better pray for your own safety.”
***
In the projection, Achilles and the others were fiercely battling the Yellow Browed Monster.
The fighting was intense, flames soaring, and the sides were locked in stalemate but calling it a stalemate wasn’t quite accurate.
Achilles’ team had already slaughtered more than half the Yellow Browed Monster’s demonic minions and the ground was littered with corpses.
In other words, they held a slight advantage.
Their attacks were fierce, and their divine power spent greatly, but they had a “healer” in their team from the Fertility line.
Green light flowed endlessly into teammates’ bodies.
Of course, their bellies had also grown somewhat larger.
Though best left unseen, this divine power recovery rate was irresistible.
Too tempting.
With their bottom lines already gone, they simply went all out.
No face left, so the score must be preserved.
“Hold on a little longer!” Achilles sliced off a monkey demon’s head with one sword. “One last push and we’ll win!”
But right then, Merlin suddenly paused, his expression turning grim, his breathing quickened, as if he’d witnessed something terrifying.
“No… impossible…”
“What is it?” Bodhi Yue noticed Merlin’s abnormality and quickly asked.
Merlin glanced at Achilles, his voice hoarse: “The prophecy’s result is out…”
Or rather, it’s not a prophecy anymore, but… an ending.
The ending is fixed, unchangeable.
Achilles turned, frowning: “What result?”
Merlin’s face turned pale: “The one who died… was the Bull Demon King.”
Su Fu… survived.
“What?!” Achilles instantly reacted, “How is that possible? The Bull Demon King nearly beat us to death, how could Su Fu survive?!”
Sephiroth’s face darkened, gripping his silver sword tightly: “Truly, a scourge lives a thousand years.”
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: “There’s only one possibility—she happened to be able to crack the Bull Demon King’s concept of strength.”
“So coincidentally?”
Everyone found it hard to believe.
Why could she be the one to do it?
The atmosphere grew heavy.
They’d gone through so much, even risked a beating, just so the Bull Demon King would take out Su Fu—yet it ended so disappointingly.
Not only did Su Fu survive, she finished off the Bull Demon King.
Why?!
“Wait!” Freya suddenly realized, “If she’s alive… what would she do now?”
Everyone looked at each other, then immediately reacted—
“Revenge.”
But the Yellow Browed Monster wasn’t dealt with yet.
If Su Fu came over, it would be a pincer attack.
“No way.” Achilles’ face was grim, eyes filled with killing intent as he said, “She absolutely cannot be allowed to live.”
His gaze fell upon the Golden Barrier, and an idea formed.
“I refuse to believe she can resist so many concepts… Let’s use the Golden Barrier to trap her and then finish her off.”
The group exchanged glances, suddenly excited.
Indeed, the Golden Barrier could trap anything.
Only the Founding God’s level could break it.
They’d only escaped thanks to Bodhi Yue’s Brahma Founding God but Su Fu had no such ability.
Achilles looked up at the Yellow Browed Monster, who glared back warily.
Right now, it wanted nothing more than to tear these humans limb from limb.
Most of its underlings had been slaughtered—if this kept up, they’d all be wiped out but just then, Achilles smiled.
***
Su Fu arrived before Little Thunderclap Monastery and looked up.
It was still as resplendent with golden light as ever, no different from the projection she’d seen before.
Oh, wait, there was a slight difference.
One layer had been broken, leaving a big hole—the damage the Bull Demon King had caused when he entered.
She surveyed it for a moment, then stepped into the monastery’s main gate.
The instant the door opened, countless gods and Buddhas appeared before her eyes.
Inside, golden light dazzled.
The deities and Buddhas all wore different expressions—compassion, wisdom, holiness, dignity.
Su Fu looked around curiously, trying hard to memorize their faces and features.
After all, these could all be new identities for her in the future.
She’d better remember them well.
Especially, she gazed at the Buddha atop the hall—the most important of all.
Su Fu approached the Buddha and examined it closely.
Suddenly, the Buddha spoke, his voice solemn and dignified: “Since you meet the Tathagata, why not bow?”
Su Fu heard this and merely smiled, not bowing at all.
Instead, she recited offhandedly: “Golden light dazzling, posing as Tathagata; sinister aura betrays your disguise. At heart, you’re a demon hiding evil intent—how dares a wretch pose as the Buddha?”
This was a blatant curse, calling the Yellow Browed Monster a fiend.
The monster clearly got the message.
“Insolent!” He shot to his feet, face twisted in fury as he revealed his true form, roaring: “How dare you insult me? You court death!”
He raised his hand, and a golden light descended from the sky—the Yellow Browed Monster’s prized Golden Cymbals.
The cymbals rapidly expanded in the air, becoming a golden mountain pressing down on Su Fu.
Su Fu looked up at the cymbals, not flustered in the least—even smiling.
This was exactly what she’d been waiting for.
Such a treasure—how could she not claim it?
And how would she claim it?
She’d already deduced from Achilles and the others how they’d escaped the Golden Cymbals.
The core concept of the cymbals was “imprisonment.”
To counter it, one needed an opposing concept, or a way to suppress its concept.
And how to suppress it?
The core lay in the godly authority.
Among them, the Founding God could suppress it.
The logic was simple: to create is to define all rules.
If you can create, you can suppress—hence the Founding God’s supreme status.
Therefore, Achilles and company must have escaped thanks to Bodhi Yue, whose main god was Brahma, the Indian Pantheon’s Founding God.
Similarly, Hopte must have gotten out because his main god was Ymir, the Norse Founding God.
Thinking this, Su Fu looked up at the Golden Cymbals.
They were now almost within reach, their golden light nearly blinding.
The powerful spatial imprisonment seemed intent on locking all existence inside.
But Su Fu remained calm, saying: “I call upon the Goddess of Creation—Nuwa!”
In an instant, radiant colors burst behind her, and a colossal manifestation appeared—
The upper body of a woman, the lower half a serpent’s tail, holding five-colored stones—standing behind Su Fu, gentle and compassionate.
This scene nearly blinded everyone.
What were they seeing?
What had they heard?
Creation… Goddess?!
Chinese Pantheon?!
With Nuwa’s appearance, Su Fu immediately straightened her back because her support had arrived.
She raised her hand, and the Nuwa manifestation behind her mirrored the gesture—
“Creation Power!”
Spirit Imbuement—
“What a treasure. It’s mine now!”