Su Fu guessed that the God of Fate was probably trying to kill her inside the Heavenly Court Instance.
The dense mass of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals before her looked fierce and menacing, clearly here to capture her.
So, she had arranged a troublesome starting identity for herself?
Sure enough, Li Tianwang stood at the highest point, wearing a Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Hat, holding the exquisite Linglong Pagoda, his gaze like lightning and his voice like a great bell:
“Su Fu! You have repeatedly caused havoc in the East Sea Dragon Palace, altered the Underworld Records, and disrupted the order of the Three Realms. Your crimes are unforgivable!”
“Today, I come on the orders of the Jade Emperor to arrest you and bring you to justice! Why do you not surrender at once? What are you waiting for?!”
Su Fu:
‘Wow, so they just slapped the Great Sage’s script directly onto her head?’
Could the so-called “Jade Emperor” be the role the God of Fate arranged for itself?
She looked up and saw that, centered on Nantianmen, every type of Celestial Immortal filled the area for tens of thousands of miles. Some stood on auspicious clouds, some rode cranes, some rode war chariots—all surrounding her so tightly that not even water could leak through.
Among the countless gods and buddhas filling the sky, besides the familiar Li Tianwang, Li Jing, there was also Nezha riding his Wind Fire Wheels, and True Lord Erlang, Yang Jian, with the Heavenly Eye on his forehead…
Beyond that, she also spotted the Four Heavenly Kings, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, the Thunder Department gods… and so on.
This display felt even more exaggerated than when the Great Sage Sun had wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace back in the day.
Not only that, Su Fu even discovered that among the Ten Thousand Heavenly Soldiers, a bunch of False Gods from other Divine Pantheons had snuck in?!
Not just Thor, the War God, Loki, Susanoo, and others—even Amaterasu Omikami and Ra, the Sun God, whom she had just sent off not long ago, were there.
“…Were they revived again?”
No, that shouldn’t be it, Su Fu thought to herself. These False Gods seemed mostly curious about her.
It was as if they didn’t remember ever having a grudge with her before.
If they really had been revived, these defeated foes would have turned tail and run the moment they saw her. How could they appear before her so brazenly like this?
“…FALL…”
Most likely, the Fate Goddess had used her authority to “borrow” copies from other fate lines or timelines.
That ability of hers was somewhat interesting.
At a rough glance, there were dozens of False Gods in total.
So what if they copied and pasted more of those False Gods that fell to a single arrow each?
Li Tianwang saw that she wasn’t answering and furrowed his brow. The golden light from the pagoda in his hand blazed brighter—clearly he couldn’t wait to make his move.
Just then, Su Fu moved, but not to show she was surrendering.
Instead, she casually rested the Golden Cudgel on her shoulder and flashed a brilliant smile at the gods and buddhas filling the sky.
Wild and defiant.
“If you’re going to fight, then fight. Why waste words?”
“Come at me all at once. I’m in a hurry.”
On one side were Ten Thousand Heavenly Soldiers, with overwhelming divine might and a killing aura.
On the other was a single person, yet her momentum was like a rainbow, utterly unafraid.
When Li Tianwang heard this, his face turned livid with fury, and he roared:
“Bold fiend! With death looming over you, you still dare to spout arrogant nonsense!”
“It seems you won’t take the toast, so you’ll have to take the penalty!”
At the same time, in the Paradise Pantheon·Eden.
The voice of Shen Yan rang out:
[Su Fu has entered the God of Fate’s Instance: Heavenly Court·Nantianmen]
[Because this Instance’s space has exceeded the scope of the Exam System’s normal interference, all subsequent developments are unknown.]
[We will continue to monitor the situation… and keep you updated in real time…]
“Wait,” Chesia said, puzzled by this. “Where did you say?”
“Heavenly Court? Nantianmen?”
“Isn’t that the Chinese Instance? That should be Su Fu’s home turf. Why would the God of Fate choose a place like this?”
“Did it get kicked in the head by a donkey?”
“Is it just rushing in to get itself killed?”
The Pope pondered for a moment, deep in thought: “If I’m not mistaken…”
“She’s probably after the Heavenly Dao authority of the Chinese Pantheon.”
“That’s why she’s taking the risk, trying to use Su Fu to achieve her goal.”
“If that’s the case…”
“She’s probably only missing the fate-related authority of the Chinese Pantheon. Once she collects all the fate authorities, she can completely merge into one.”
“This wicked thing!” Chesia fumed. “I knew it! It definitely had no good intentions!”
“If it really gathers them all, then the fate of the universe would truly be controlled by it alone, wouldn’t it?!”
“Wait,” Chesia’s expression changed. “Based on how it wanted to catch me today, after it succeeds, wouldn’t it grab me, slice me into dried snake jerky, and soak me in liquor to drink?!”
“Then how is it going to take it?” She was getting anxious.
But the Pope shook his head: “Only Su Fu would know that, I’m afraid.”
“If I’m not mistaken…”
“The God of Fate’s goal should be to manipulate the entire Nantianmen Instance, using the world’s laws of heaven and earth, along with all the power of the Anomalies within it, to deal with Su Fu.”
“When Su Fu is at her weakest, it will coerce her into cooperating, thereby learning the answer and achieving its goal.”
“That damn villain!” Chesia cursed angrily.
“Treacherous! Cunning! Vile! Shameless!”
Hou Chu beside them wore a grave expression: “Pope, are we just supposed to watch helplessly?”
“Is there no way at all to help Su Fu?”
The Pope let out a long sigh, equally powerless:
“The authority the God of Fate controls is one of the most mysterious and elusive powers.”
“It’s not simply a crushing of power, but the weaving of cause and effect, representing the order and logic of the universe.”
“It represents all predetermined outcomes.”
“Fate is formless; cause and effect are hard to defy.”
“Who can… truly resist the arrangements of fate?”
Central Star System, Northern Territory, Frostsnow Fortress.
Cold wind swept fine snow across the towering city walls, the entire fortress shrouded in a vast silver-white.
Flames burned quietly in the fireplace, firewood occasionally letting out a faint crackle, and the air carried the fragrance of burning pine.
Mei sat in an armchair by the window, silver hair like snow, watching the snowflakes drift outside.
The Exam System’s notification had just ended, and the room fell silent.
Evans sat to the side, gazing toward the gray horizon in the distance.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke:
“Was our choice… really the right one?”
Handing the choice to Su Fu, letting her decide humanity’s future.
Could the Chinese Pantheon really pull it off?
Could Su Fu, that lone sprout, truly stand alone against the God of Fate that had schemed for countless eons?
A string of worries churned in his heart, eventually condensing into one question:
“Can she… win?”
Mei turned her head and picked up the teacup from the table.
In the reflection of the tea, her frost-white hair was mirrored.
It was a long while before she slowly spoke: “If she succeeds, humanity’s fate will enter a new turning point.”
“From then on, the sky is high for birds to fly, the sea is wide for fish to leap—a brilliant future with no more shackles.”
“The Chinese Pantheon will completely replace the False God faiths and rewrite the interstellar order.”
“The name of Su Fu will go down in history, praised for ten thousand generations.”
“But what if… she fails?” Evans couldn’t help but ask.
Mei paused. “If she fails…”
“Then human civilization will likely scatter into the universe, or become nothing but slaves and puppets of fate.”
Evans: “…”
That sounded an awful lot like the odds were stacked against them. He wore an utterly dead-inside expression.
He never should have gone to rescue those Hereditary Houses members in the first place. They should have just died. But no, he had to covet free labor, and ended up getting caught red-handed by Su Fu on the spot.
Regret. In short, he was filled with regret.
“She’s basically a bandit!” Evans couldn’t help but grit his teeth. “Who does things like that? Directly driving that sky-covering Kunpeng Fleet straight into the Central Star System.”
“At the end of the day, I was set up by those Hereditary Houses!” He shook his head in frustration.
Mei let out a soft laugh, her gaze drifting back to the window.
“Relax, old friend.”
“Now, the fate of human civilization is in her hands.”
“How she chooses, where she leads us—well, that’s all up to her now.”
Evans grew even more worried: “The Nantianmen Instance… the God of Fate has probably set up a thousand trials and ten thousand tribulations for her.”
He sighed gloomily, his tone full of pessimism, yet helpless.
After a while, he turned to Mei and asked: “You’re not worried at all?”
Mei smiled, saying nothing.
Heavenly Court·Lingxiao Palace.
Inside the hall, immortal mist swirled. Tyr and Indra stood with their heads lowered, respectfully waiting in the vast, empty hall below.
At the high seat above sat the Fate Goddess.
Clearly, she had already usurped the fate of the Jade Emperor within the Instance.
At this moment, a massive Mirror of Water floated before her.
In the mirror, the scene of Nantianmen was reflected.
Su Fu stood alone atop the clouds, as small as a speck of dust, yet facing Ten Thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, and a sky full of immortals and buddhas.
The Fate Goddess chose the Heavenly Court because it was the strongest existence within the Chinese Pantheon’s power system.
Su Fu’s advantage lay in her possession of numerous Chinese Godly Powers. But here, every power she excelled at had a counter among the Heavenly Court immortals.
Not only did they have counters—those Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, those orthodox gods of the Heavenly Court, even possessed abilities identical to hers.
Battles between gods were, at their core, contests of mutual suppression and crushing between concepts.
Su Fu’s methods here would at least be crippled by more than half.
Not to mention, one hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers, the human-wave tactic alone could exhaust her to the point of collapse.
She gave Su Fu no chance for a one-on-one fight at all, directly mobilizing the full combat strength of the Heavenly Court to crush her.
Once Su Fu’s Divine Power was spent, she was completely exhausted, beaten until only half a life remained………………
She could then plant the threads of Fate, turning Su Su into the most obedient puppet in her hands.
At that time, the authority of the Heavenly Dao would be within easy reach.
Just then, Su Fu’s voice came through the Mirror of Water.
“Come at me together, I’m in a hurry.”
Such boldness and blasphemy.
Beside her, Taibai Jinxing saw this and hurriedly said in panic to the Fate Goddess:
“Your Majesty, this Su Fu is stubborn and unyielding. I’m afraid she will not surrender.”