Long ago, the great Yi shot down nine suns, quelling heavenly calamities and earning the reverence of all people.
Today, she wished only for one arrow to slay the evil!
Su Fu drew the bowstring, aiming from afar at the wildly fleeing Amaterasu Okami.
The bow drew open like a full moon, the arrow flew like a shooting star!
Heaven and earth fell silent, all things froze, only a single arrow pierced the void.
“Whoosh—!”
Golden light tore through time and space, striking the sun that the Great Deity had transformed into in an instant!
The Great Deity’s venomous thoughts—stalled—
“No—!”
It desperately tried to dodge, tried to flee, but the arrow seemed to lock onto all its past, present, and future.
“Boom—!”
The arrow plunged into the core of the escaping sun, like a hot knife cutting through butter.
The Great Deity didn’t even have a chance to resist before it exploded in an instant!
Fiery rain scattered across the sky, falling in all directions.
The sun had fallen!
The Great Deity’s remnant soul shrieked and annihilated, completely dissipating from heaven and earth.
At the same time, countless beams of golden light descended, layering upon Su Fu’s body.
The Gods of China, personally bestowing their blessings.
The light persisted for a long time, one after another.
Not far away, Shin Fujiwara stood frozen in place, his mind completely blank.
How… How is this possible?!
That was the Sun Goddess who governed the Takamagahara divine realm, possessing earth-shattering divine power—Amaterasu Okami!
Killed on the spot?!
“……”
“She slew a god?”
Extreme chill crawled up his spine, his entire body trembling, hands and feet ice cold, leaving only one thought.
Run!
He had to flee immediately!
He scrambled, crawling on all fours, desperately escaping toward the outside of the Celestial Palace!
Crawling while looking back, he discovered Su Fu standing in place, unmoving, seemingly with no intention of chasing him?
Despair suddenly gave birth to a sliver of wild joy—
She didn’t chase… He could live!
But at that very moment, he met Su Fu’s calm gaze.
The next second, Su Fu raised her hand, her lips parting slightly:
“Open fire.”
In that instant, Shin Fujiwara felt as if he’d fallen into an ice pit.
He stiffly, slowly, raised his head.
Golden fiery rain blazed across the sky.
Above the Kunlun Celestial Palace, tens of thousands of sky-covering Kunpeng warships all locked onto him.
All he could see were pitch-black cannon barrels.
Blue light gathered at the muzzles like the Star Sea converging, the cannons activated.
“No… don’t…!”
All color drained from Shin Fujiwara’s face, he screamed in despair:
“Su Fu! I’m willing to offer the entire Fujiwara Clan—”
But Su Fu didn’t even spare him another glance, turning and walking away.
The world ignited in that moment.
“Boom!“
Warship energy converged, shells covered the entire sky like a tsunami.
Shin Fujiwara didn’t even have time to let out a scream before he was completely devoured.
Amid the overwhelming roar, the shockwave blasted outward.
Su Fu walked across the blazing fiery rain, turning toward the main peak of Kunlun.
Behind her, ten thousand cannons roared in unison.
The explosion’s shockwave lifted her blood-stained robes, rustling in the wind.
The light of the Four Symbols Formation cascaded down like auroras, illuminating her profile, casting dappled, shifting shadows.
The fleet silently parted into a passage, like the most loyal guards, standing at her sides, escorting her forward with gentle solemnity.
She walked against the current of warships, heading toward the Kunlun Celestial Palace.
“……”
Kunlun remained unchanged, clouds surging like a sea.
As if nothing had happened.
But Su Fu felt somewhat lost.
Those people died, so what?
Master… still couldn’t come back.
In the distance, Houchu quietly watched her figure, brow furrowed deeply.
Su Fu had just emerged from the [Torch Dungeon], already exhausted.
Then she witnessed Tai Xuanzi’s fall with her own eyes, her spirit severely wounded.
Then she rushed back to Kunlun without pause, suppressing the disaster, and finally slaying the false god Amaterasu Okami.
No matter how much Divine Power she had, it couldn’t withstand such consumption…
Now, she was likely at the end of her strength.
Completely relying on sheer willpower to keep going.
But the sad part was, only now did she finally have time to properly grieve for her master.
Houchu slowly walked to Su Fu’s side, speaking with concern:
“You need to rest.”
“Su Fu.”
Su Fu looked up, gazing at Houchu in a daze.
But her gaze seemed to pierce through him, landing somewhere farther away.
Master said she had saved Houchu’s life.
So it turned out there was another layer of unknown history between them.
Just then, she suddenly felt her cheek grow cold.
“Drip.“
She froze, looking up.
It was raining.
More rain drifted down, patter by patter.
The Kunlun Celestial Palace hadn’t seen rain for a very, very long time.
When Master was here, it was always clear skies and bright sunshine.
But now, the rain fell harder and harder.
A fine drizzle became a torrential downpour, turning overwhelming in its force.
Raindrops the size of beans slammed hard into the ground, splashing countless fine droplets.
Heaven and earth became a hazy curtain of rain, distant mountains blurring into dark indigo silhouettes.
But she didn’t move, letting the rain soak through her completely, the chill seeping into her very bones.
So cold.
In a daze, Su Fu remembered when she first enrolled at the Tianqiong Path Academy.
Back then, she had just come out of a Dungeon when the so-called Central Inspector tried to kill her.
Master rushed over to save her, and avenged her fiercely, confronting the so-called Hereditary Houses.
She remembered that day—it had also rained heavily.
Ying Long could summon wind and rain, commanding thunder and lightning.
That rain reflected Master’s mood to some degree.
She hadn’t understood it back then. Master had already avenged her, harshly punishing those villains.
Why… did that rain still fall so hard, for so long?
Now, she suddenly felt she understood a little.
That rain may have fallen from anger at first, but what about after?
…Was Master worried about her?
Thinking about how no one would protect her after she was gone?
That was why grief made the rain pour down.
That was why, before leaving, she found so many people to stand behind her.
Rainwater mixed with tears rolled down her face. Su Fu raised a hand to wipe them away, but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t clean them off.
After a long while.
A red umbrella opened above her head, blocking the pouring rain.
Houchu said nothing, silently holding the umbrella, standing at her side.
Su Fu looked up, somewhat lost.
A red umbrella. Once, she too had held a red umbrella for Master.
She suddenly spoke, her voice so soft it was nearly swallowed by the rain.
“You’re that transfer student who came down from the Central Star System, aren’t you?”
“Houchu.”
Houchu paused slightly, then nodded: “Yes.”
It was easy to guess.
The Mei Ta Long Zhang Lao lineage held an absolutely extraordinary position in the Paradise Pantheon.
Perhaps even higher than the divine sons and daughters—there was no reason he couldn’t enter Genesis Academy.
But their first meeting had been at the Second Star Ring, at the Tianqiong Path Academy.
Amid the rain, Su Fu asked him:
“Tell me… the story of you and Master.
Master was gone, but her traces remained.
She wanted to know what Master was like in those years she hadn’t been part of.
Moisture dampened Houchu’s brow and eyes. He lowered his gaze, his voice slowly rising.
“When I met Tai Xuanzi, I was still very young.”
“Before Grandfather… saved Atlantis.”
His voice was gentle, flowing slowly amid the rustling rain.
Su Fu listened quietly. She had never heard Master mention this part of the past.
So, in such distant times, Master had also traveled widely, saving the young Houchu who had nearly been devoured by void rifts.
A cliché story—hero saves beauty… well, saves a young boy.
But Houchu told it very earnestly.
Later, because of that incident, Houchu’s soul was damaged, forcing him into a long slumber to slowly recover.
“What happened after?” she asked.
She had already guessed the answer in her heart.
Houchu paused, a hint of helpless amusement in his voice.
“After that… many, many years later.”
“When you enrolled, your master worried about you, so she barged straight into the Heaven Holy Land, pointed at the Pope’s nose, and demanded a person.”
“She said—”
“My disciple needs a follower. Him.”
“Righteous and unyielding, not allowing refusal.”
“The Pope was furious back then…”
Su Fu’s lips curved into the faintest smile. That was indeed something Master would do.
The rain grew more urgent, the red umbrella swaying in the wind.
Houchu tilted the umbrella further toward her.
In the distance, beneath the eaves of the Main Hall.
George, Theresa, Bai Shou, Qing Ling, Cang Yue, and all the knights were there.
George stared at the slender figure in the rain, unable to help saying:
“It’s raining this hard, can’t they come inside?”
“I’ll go call them over…”
He was about to step forward, but Qing Ling grabbed him.
“She’s definitely not feeling well right now. Let her vent.”
“But…” Bai Shou also spoke with some worry, “She just suppressed a disaster, then went through a great battle. What she needs most right now is rest…”
Just then, a knight suddenly spoke up:
“Everyone need not worry too much.”
“Lord Houchu’s veins carry the purest Seraph bloodline. He commands the most powerful healing divine art—Angel’s Holy Light.”
“With him by Lady Su Fu’s side, Lady Su Fu’s body will not suffer any problems whatsoever.”
He paused, his tone carrying admiration as he gazed at the tall figure in the rain:
“In truth, what Lady Su Fu needs right now, I fear… is not merely healing of the body.”
Everyone fell silent, collectively gazing at the world shrouded in torrential rain.
The rain poured down, the mountain ridges shrouded in mist, and the red umbrella became the only splash of color between heaven and earth.
Beneath the umbrella.
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