It was Su Fu.
She dusted herself off and looked back at the ruins behind her.
Those seemingly chaotic fragments were actually solidly and perfectly stacked. Â
In the midst of this catastrophic collapse, the Royal Court had built her the most solid shelter, protecting her unharmed.
This was the only way it could think of—to protect its mother in its final moment of destruction.
A scene of the Royal Court Cub, once slightly coquettish, suddenly appeared in Su Fu’s mind—
It had said, “I will always protect you, Mother.”
She sighed deeply.
The Cub only said it loved her but never said goodbye; they never even had a proper farewell. Â
Su Fu looked up at the swirling snowstorm.
The biting cold wind howled past, soon forming tiny ice crystals on her eyelashes.
She could have used Godfire to dispel the cold, but now she stubbornly let the frost form at the corners of her eyes.
“Is this the eternal icefield you loved?”
A bit cold.
At their first meeting, she had stood on this icefield, watching the Giant King’s Court standing tall and majestic amid the snowstorm, breathtaking and grand.
And now, it had buried itself forever in this icefield with a final, roaring collapse.
It chose the most spectacular finale, using its broken body to bury all its enemies.   Â
“Anomaly kill points +10,000”
“Anomaly kill points +30,000”
“Anomaly kill points…”
The Shen Yan AI’s alert sounded wildly in her ears, reminding her that her points were skyrocketing.
Yet Su Fu felt no great joy for the first time.
Instead, she felt a hollow loss.
She suddenly thought of Nuwa.
Suddenly understanding why Nuwa showed such deep love for humanity.
To grant a life with consciousness, to watch it grow joyfully, protect it gently, fight bravely, and finally run unhesitatingly toward the ending it chose…
The joy of granting life is real, but so is the subsequent reluctance and heartache.
If everything were rebuilt from now on, would it come back?
At that moment, a faint sound appeared, rapidly approaching.
“Crack!”
A blinding purple light suddenly burst forth from deep within the ruins, the fierce electric light rushing toward Su Fu at incredible speed.
It was so fast that the air screamed under its terrifying force, even shattering surrounding stones with its lightning.
This strike concentrated the full power of the Thunder God’s bloodline.
Odinson was determined to kill Su Fu. Â
Su Fu turned her head to face the rushing lightning, the Golden Cudgel instantly appearing in her hand.
Thunderclap’s electric energy swiftly wrapped around the cudgel, crackling sharply. Â
With the Thunder God’s power charging in, the next moment—
The Golden Cudgel suddenly swung out.
In an instant, two forces collided violently!
“Boom! “
Electric light entwined on the cudgel collided with Odinson’s thunder, erupting with dazzling brilliance.
The violent divine power exploded in the air, the shockwave scattering surrounding debris.
But it wasn’t a stalemate; the Golden Cudgel actually smashed the thunderbolt back forcefully!
“Bang!”
The lightning was blasted back to its origin.
As the dust cleared, a battered figure stumbled out of the ruins—it was Odinson.
His face showed shock; clearly, he hadn’t expected his sneak attack to be countered and even reveal his location.
Before he could think further, Su Fu’s light voice drifted over, “Oh, Bai Yu ran away and didn’t even take you with her?”
Odinson:Â “…..”
He had thought no one could survive this catastrophic collapse except himself.
But judging from Su Fu’s tone, Bai Yu was not only alive but had abandoned him and escaped alone?
Truly a two-faced woman!
If she betrayed Su Fu then, she could betray him now.
She deserved a terrible fate. Â
“Heh,” Odinson sneered coldly, suppressing his anger, “Even without Bai Yu, I can take you down myself. Now that the Royal Court has collapsed, I want to see what tricks you still have to escape me!” Â
He was confident Su Fu couldn’t beat him, especially with her allies turned to ruins and no support left.
In this vast snowy wasteland, Su Fu was surely doomed.
Yet Su Fu chuckled lightly at his words, “Aren’t you curious about that avalanche?”
Odinson hesitated, suspicious, “What do you mean by that?”
Considering a possibility…
‘Impossible. Absolutely impossible.’
His face turned ashen, forcing down his doubts, voice uncertain, “Are you saying that avalanche… was caused by you?”
‘No, no, Su Fu couldn’t possibly have such power. He was just scaring himself.’
But the more he said it, the more he doubted.
Su Fu could teleport.
She had indeed been on the icefield, even stealing her own Royal Court shamelessly while he was away. Â
But the question was, how did she know he went out?
How did she know he was caught in a strange avalanche? Â
Unless… Su Fu had seen it with her own eyes, even tracked him.
Perhaps, very likely, she had caused the avalanche.
“Too bad,” Su Fu’s voice cut through his thoughts, tinged with regret, “That avalanche didn’t kill you.”
She slowly stepped back, arms spreading, smiling with resignation, “But that’s okay.”
“Today will do.”
“A single mountain avalanche isn’t enough; what about dozens, hundreds of avalanches?”
As her words fell, a sound deeper and heavier than the Royal Court’s collapse suddenly resounded.
It wasn’t just a roar but a resonance shaking the entire world.
“Boom—” Â
The sound stretched on; Odinson felt the ground tremble beneath his feet.
He suddenly noticed, behind Su Fu, deep within this vast icefield, a white tide surged forward.
It was an avalanche.
But this was no ordinary avalanche—it was dozens, even hundreds of mountain peaks collapsing simultaneously in a terrifying spectacle!
The white flood swallowed everything, roaring and rolling, flattening all obstacles, rushing wildly toward the ruins.
The whole world seemed to turn white in that moment.
He realized the Royal Court’s collapse had been a heavy hammer, shaking all the snow-covered peaks to the brink.
Thus awakening the long-dormant mountains of this eternal icefield, sending centuries of accumulated snow surging down.
The strings in Odinson’s mind snapped suddenly.
‘It was over.’Â
He had lived in snowy lands and knew what this meant.
Once the snow layer reaches a critical point, even a tiny tremor can trigger a catastrophic chain reaction.
Let alone the collapse of the entire Giant King’s Court; the horrifying tremor was enough to destabilize the snow for hundreds of miles around.
Eventually turning everything into an unstoppable avalanche.
Those seemingly soft snowflakes compressed into iron-hard chunks in the rush, capable of crushing all life into dust.
No defense could withstand it, no life could survive.
This avalanche could level hundreds of miles flat.
But at this desperate moment, Odinson suddenly laughed.
He stared hard at Su Fu, eyes full of hatred yet also a mad delight.
“You think you can survive this endless avalanche? Even an S-Class Defense can’t stop such a natural disaster.” Â
The white tidal wave had already swallowed distant peaks, rushing at them at full speed.
“The Royal Court recognizes you, but this avalanche doesn’t care who you are; it will devour everything.”
Odinson laughed, “And your Court is just rubble now. It can’t protect you anymore!”
Facing death, Odinson became even more reckless; violent purple lightning burst from his body, arcs jumping through the air.
He promised with a laugh, “I won’t let you escape, Su Fu. I’ll watch you die here with me, even if it costs me my life.” Â
Even in death, he wanted to drag this hateful woman down with him; he would use every means to keep Su Fu here.
But after his fierce words, Odinson found Su Fu… seemingly indifferent to his threats?
No time to think further; in an instant, the avalanche arrived.
The white wave, carrying apocalyptic force, thundered in, the earth trembling under its terrifying pressure.
Yet, just as the towering snow wave was about to engulf Su Fu—
Something unexpected happened.
The raging, surging avalanche suddenly softened the moment before touching her, parting like it had found a treasure, gently splitting and flowing around her.
The snow became light again, even carrying a hint of pleasing gentleness, carefully avoiding her figure.
Just like always.
One breath paused.
Then the separated snow flows converged again, with even more furious rage, charging toward Odinson!
Odinson: “???”
Damn it, bullying with favoritism now?
“This… this can’t be…”
His mind nearly stopped working, willing to believe he was dreaming rather than accept the scene.
He had survived countless avalanches but never seen such a bizarre scene.
How could an avalanche recognize people?
He could understand the Court protecting Su Fu, but the avalanche… that was pure natural force!
“Boom!”
No time to think, the furious snow wave charged.
Odinson erupted with deep purple lightning all around, arcs bursting in the air, forming a thick, dazzling shield.
This was what had saved him in a past avalanche in a valley.
Lightning and storm intertwined, sweeping the surroundings, a magnificent sight.
But this time, the avalanche’s power was ten times stronger than before!
The endless white flood battered his defense nonstop; even giving his all, he barely held, watching the snow wall inch closer.
Through the swirling snowflakes, he saw Su Fu still standing calmly in the distance, as if in a different space.
She silently said:Â Â “How did I cause that avalanche?”
“…” Â
Odinson’s pupils shrank sharply. Â
At that moment, he saw Su Fu slowly raise her hand, suddenly make a gun gesture.
Then she aimed at him, a faint smile curling her lips.
“Bang.”
A soft breath, yet it was like opening a floodgate; she said, “Goodbye.” Â
The avalanche roared, suddenly swallowing everything.
“Su Fu—!”
Odinson’s eyes bulged, but his unwilling roar was instantly drowned by the overwhelming avalanche.
The white death gaped like a ravenous beast, swallowing Odinson alive, as if responding to its master’s call.
In his last moment of consciousness, Odinson belatedly realized something.
‘Wait… Not just the Royal Court, Su Fu could communicate with more than that. She could talk to the mountains of this icefield? All the peaks in this snowfield were obeying her commands?! What kind of god-defying skill was this? No, this wasn’t within the realm of godly abilities at all!’
His last thoughts flashed like a slideshow: Kevin’s failure, the black mark on his back, the strange avalanche, the stolen Royal Court…
He realized he had been played by Su Fu from start to finish; his anger nearly burned his reason to ashes.
A lowly commoner, a despicable plebeian dared to toy with him like this?!
But soon, a bone-deep fear surged in his heart.
Wait… if he died here, how would he face the sneers, contempt, or pity outside the examination?
Those who once looked up to him—how would they see an Odinson who couldn’t even handle a commoner?!
The avalanche roared past.
All filth was buried.
The raging avalanche engulfed everything like a tidal wave, swallowing all sounds.
After all calmed, there was silence—pure, absolute silence.
Endless ice and snow blanketed the entire icefield; mountain outlines erased, valleys filled, all life returned to stillness.
Only the small area where Su Fu stood seemed protected by an invisible shield, the only spot of difference in this pure white world.
She stood at the center of the avalanche, watching the Royal Court ruins vanish without a trace.
***
Meanwhile, in the Observation Room of the Supreme Divine Palace, several Ministers remained silent for a long time.
Peace.
Everyone silently watched the vast snowy wasteland, watching the white wave sweep everything until the last snowflake’s ripple vanished.
Humanity seemed so insignificant in the face of natural disaster, with only one place like a small island standing safely amid the chaos.
That was where Su Fu stood.
Yet that figure in the snowfield looked painfully small, and everyone inexplicably felt a sense of loneliness.
The Chinese Pantheon had only her; she seemed to have always been alone.
When all was counted, all plans considered, she was still alone.
After a long time, Xuanyuan Po finally spoke with difficulty, “This… chain avalanche’s power could pulverize an S-Class Defense. But…”
He couldn’t continue.
He had seen countless battlefields but never such a magnificent and terrifying spectacle.
An Muyu rarely lost control of her expression, “The entire icefield… has been covered by the avalanche.”
“Only the place where Su Fu stands is safe.”
“She outmaneuvered everyone,” Xia Linyuan said quietly, “The Six Great Pantheons mobilized all their forces to besiege the Norse Pantheon, unaware they had already become the prey.”
After breaching the Giant King’s Court map, the screen showed Su Fu’s points soaring continuously; she had instantly crushed everyone, becoming the new number one.
And the number kept climbing wildly, almost breaking all past exam records.
An Muyu exclaimed, “Not only the candidates but even all the Frost Giants on the icefield were buried beneath the Court’s collapse and this avalanche.”
And she got every point, not missing a single one.
“One person’s strength tipped the entire battlefield,” Xuanyuan Po’s voice held in disbelief.
“The key is that she succeeded in the end.” Â
She directly outplayed Odinson, forcing Bai Yu to flee.
Thus, a complete and overwhelming victory.
“And the premise for all this was her control of the Royal Court.”
Xia Linyuan was very curious, “The question is, what exactly is this ability? To control the Court, even make the entire icefield obey her? That’s simply beyond godly.”
No one could offer a definitive answer.
“The divine skill is called the Power of Creation…” An Muyu ventured, her voice thoughtful.
“Could it involve the essence of life itself?”
Among the myriad divine skills, those touching the very nature of life were always the most formidable.
Creation…?
Her words hung in the air, sinking the room into deep contemplation.
The mountains obeyed her words; the Royal Court bowed to her will.
In a sense, wasn’t that akin to commanding life itself?
Such power transcended the bounds of ordinary divine skills.
“Wait,” Xia Linyuan interjected, raising a critical question.
“First, we need to clarify something—is this imbuement or communion?”
The two were worlds apart.
If it was imbuement, it meant she could create life—a power so immense it implied a divine being of terrifying stature.
Communion, while still extraordinary, was more plausible.
Other pantheons communion abilities involved speaking with spirits, animals, or other living entities.
But Su Fu?
She conversed with structures, with mountains—entities without life.
That alone was staggering.
“It’s likely the latter,” Kong Ying concluded after a moment’s thought.
“Based on the observed strength of her divine power, she couldn’t sustain the energy required to create life.”
The room nodded in agreement.
The greater the divine skill, the more divine energy it demanded.
Creating life?
That would drain even a B-class candidate dry.
But then, An Muyu raised a new question, her voice hesitant.
“And yet… the name of this skill… it’s called Creation.”
Creation.
The word carried a weighty implication—genesis, evolution.Â
The temple fell silent, the air thick with unspoken awe.
A storm of thoughts churned in their minds.Â
After a long pause, someone murmured, barely audible: “The Chinese god… Nüwa…”
Who… was she?