What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Gu Yuqiu stood at this end, gazing up at the dusk.

Shen Muchan was on the other side, looking down at the night.

……

……

Day and night are separated, but the waves still rise and fall.

The world remains unchanged; it is still that beach, only the people are gone.

Gu Yuqiu suddenly asked, "I just remembered something."

"Ok?"

The giant's voice echoed between heaven and earth, like thunder.

“You told me that before.”

Gu Yuqiu looked at the giant and said calmly, "About what happened after the outcome of this battle."

Shen Muchan was silent for a while before saying, "I have no family, no friends, and have always been alone. I have nothing to explain."

Gu Yuqiu thought for a moment and said, "But you don't think you can defeat me."

"Yes."

Shen Muchan said, "When I said those words, I wanted to give myself a chance to live, no matter what price I had to pay for you."

Gu Yuqiu looked into the giant's burning eyes and said, "But later you changed your mind."

Shen Muchan replied with the same two words: "Yes."

Her tone was calm yet firm.

"If I don't step out of the shadows you left behind, I will be stuck in the same place forever after you leave this world, unable to move forward."

That makes sense.

"So, I'm left with this choice because I can't imagine myself living in one place until I die, unable to move forward."

"I've never had that kind of trouble."

"...It's truly disgusting."

"But you should thank me in the end. Without me, how would you have made up your mind?"

Gu Yuqiu's last words did not elicit a response from Shen Muchan.

The giant raised his right hand.

Then, it threw the spear in its hand.

Unbeknownst to us, the world has been largely swallowed up by darkness.

A long spear fell from the distant sky.

Like the rising sun.

The light, so bright it reached every corner, was everywhere, reaching every minute detail.

The seawater began to evaporate, then vaporized, turning into blue smoke, leaving no residue.

The slightly damp gravel dries instantly and is burned into crystals in a very short time.

Gu Yuqiu ignored him and looked down at the Ancient Scroll of Sleep in her hand.

She sighed, tore out a page, threw it behind her, and said, "Thank you for your help."

In this world where there are only her and Shen Muchan, and no outsiders, who is she talking to?

The giant's gaze fell upon the night behind her.

A person wearing a tattered white robe slowly walked out from there.

The man looked up at the sky, met the setting sun's gaze, and then closed his eyes.

The next moment, the sun disappeared.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Just then, Shen Muchan's voice rang out from the horizon, trembling with fear.

"This is……"

She looked at the person standing at the end of the night and asked coldly, "The Pope?"

Gu Yuqiu hummed in agreement.

Shen Muchan was silent for a while, then said, "So people's guesses were true."

Several years ago, when Gu Yuqiu truly rose to power, some people gradually realized that her authority was related to death and that she could very well manipulate the dead.

However, she never demonstrated such an ability.

The only time she ever demonstrated her power was by using the authority of the superhumans who died at her hands, leading people to believe that was all she was capable of.

As a result, many people have forgotten this conjecture.

"I have never liked disturbing the dead."

Gu Yuqiu said, "I'm just too tired from last night and today. It would be too cruel to myself to keep working so hard, so I have to ask someone for help."

Shen Muchan recalled her words from last night and asked, "Is this what you really meant when you said you... are at most invincible?"

Gu Yuqiu sighed, "Yes."

PS: Writer's block... Ugh, why is it the end of the month and I'm stuck with writer's block? I feel like dying.

Chapter 150: The Reason for Not Killing

Shen Muchan looked at the tattered white robe fluttering in the wind and said, "Am I really the first person to see your true trump card?"

Gu Yuqiu asked, "Am I honored?"

"of course."

Shen Muchan looked into her eyes, her voice as cold as the wind: "It's hard not to feel honored. After all, I'm the first person to push you to this extent. I should be qualified to be a name in history, right?"

Gu Yuqiu asked, "Do you need me to applaud for you?"

When she said this, her smile was exceptionally gentle, and her expression was very kind.

But... how is this any different from provocation?

Shen Muchan looked at her smile and felt disgusted. She said coldly, "I really want to see what you'll look like when you're defeated one day."

Gu Yuqiu sighed and said with regret, "It's a pity you don't have the chance."

Shen Muchan remained silent.

Even if the posthumous Pope is not as powerful as he was in life, and is no longer the supreme powerhouse who was very likely to defeat Su Yan, he is still incredibly strong.

The fact that her previous shot, which she had tried her best to smash down, was invisibly neutralized by the opponent already demonstrated how vast the gap was, to the point of despair.

She probably doesn't have a chance.

As the sun set, the inky darkness swallowed the last rays of light, spreading darkness throughout the land.

Her world was nearly shattered.

Shen Muchan tilted her head slightly.

The giant figure standing in the last twilight slowly straightened his back, stared at the solemn night before him, and suddenly chuckled.

The laughter subsided.

The giant suddenly collapsed.

The last rays of the setting sun began to burn, the orange-red light suddenly brightening and surging in all directions, dispelling the black tide that symbolized death.

Like a new sun rising.

The sea was illuminated once again.

Countless seawater evaporated, and a howling wind brought a thick fog that resembled a sea of ​​clouds.

Gu Yuqiu watched all this quietly, a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

With her hands behind her back, the surging mist, carrying a scorching heat, seemed to encounter an unyielding, millennia-old reef, and could only separate.

The fog dissipated like a raging tide.

The giants have completely disappeared.

In the distance, only a setting sun remained, leaving only a faint trace of its warm red glow.

It was these few touches of warmth that illuminated the darkness, preventing the world from being completely shrouded in darkness.

Now it really does feel like dusk.

Gu Yuqiu swayed slightly, and her face seemed to have turned quite pale.

She raised her hand, tucked the wind-blown strands of hair behind her ear, and slowly walked forward.

Beneath her feet lay a crystal-clear sandy beach, scorched by extreme heat, possessing a magnificent beauty.

Just then, the tide surged in again, and the sound was very pleasant.

A small figure was tossed about by the waves and violently pushed to this side by the seawater, eventually kneeling on the frozen sand.

That was Shen Muchan.

The mountain-like tide crashed onto the beach, splashing up countless droplets.

It was like a torrential downpour.

Before the downpour, a dark figure appeared in front of Shen Muchan.

Immediately afterwards, she heard thousands upon thousands of muffled thuds in an instant, which must have been the sound of heavy rain falling on the umbrella.

Once everything had calmed down, a sentence reached her ears.

"You lost."

Gu Yuqiu's tone was as calm as spring rain: "Do you have any last words?"