Chapter 592: This Is Your Fate

Su Che must have been quite annoyed to have some of his private matters discovered by Xue Yu. However, even if these old secrets were known, they wouldn’t have any impact on him.
At this point, Su Che had grown to such a great height, burdened with so many earth-shattering responsibilities, that such personal privacy meant nothing at all. Xue Yu also understood this, so she merely said it deliberately to provoke Su Che—there was no real purpose behind it.
After that fierce battle, Su Che was now certain that he had the strength to confront someone as outstanding as Xue Yu, a master of the Mahayana stage. In the mortal cultivation world, he no longer needed to fear anyone. Just this alone was enough to make him proud and happy, giving him even more confidence.
As for his own minor privacy issues, Su Che didn’t respond. He simply glared at Xue Yu and said coldly, “All the obstacles have been dealt with. Now only you remain… You’re useless now, so…”
Su Che waved his hand disdainfully, signaling that she was no longer needed here and should leave immediately.
“You really are the kind to abandon others after helping them!”
Xue Yu’s expression changed, but it wasn’t true anger—rather, it seemed like she was acting spoiled and stubborn as she replied, “I said I’d stick to you for at least a hundred thousand years. From now on, not even when you go to the bathroom can you get rid of me.”
“You’d even say something like that—how shameless!” Su Che shook his head in exasperation.
“What’s that compared to?” Xue Yu pouted. “I’m not some teenage girl with thin skin… I’m already an old woman over ten thousand years old. What’s there to be embarrassed about? Right?”
Su Che was speechless. He had to admit her words made some sense. Not to mention such an exaggerated age of over ten thousand years—even the bold women in his hometown’s quarry town spoke without restraint, daring to say anything, leaving young men too ashamed to even look up.
This Xue Yu was even more so. When playing the refined role, she could appear purer than anyone else; when being vulgar, nothing seemed to deter her. She was truly unbearably troublesome!
After exchanging these words, Su Che realized it was absolutely impossible to drive her away. So he simply stopped paying her attention, focusing all his focus on the silver giant sphere before him.
With the Three Demons of Guanghao destroyed, no one else could interfere between Su Che and Xue Yu anymore.

“Do you want to know why I can face this demonic force fearlessly and haven’t turned into someone like Guanghao?” Xueyu leaned in and whispered.
“You have your own life immortal talisman to protect you, so of course you won’t be corrupted by evil,” Su Che replied in the same manner.
He responded because this conversation wasn’t idle chatter—it must be related to the secrets here.
“You’re wrong!”
Xueyu replied, “What I rely on isn’t my life immortal talisman, but something else. I am the noble Xueyu Immortal, revered by countless beings at the Mahayana stage, with countless treasures at my disposal. It’s impossible for me to rely only on an immortal talisman and a compass as protective artifacts.”
Such a self-praising tone was obviously meant to provoke Su Che. Yet, Su Che could guess that someone as outstanding among the Mahayana stage, with such profound foundations and wealth, surely wasn’t exaggerating when she said she had “countless treasures.”
“What exactly do you want to say?” Su Che deliberately showed impatience, frowning and urging her on.
“Next, I can take out one of my treasures to help you uncover the secrets within this giant sphere…” Xueyu said calmly, “I don’t expect you to thank me, but you must promise to treat me better from now on—stop insulting me at every turn. After all, we’ll have to get along for at least another hundred thousand years. Constantly insulting and slandering each other is really annoying.”
“Do you still care about these things?” Su Che glanced at her sideways, clearly implying, “Pretending aside, with your shameless mastery, do you really care about such things?”
“You might ignore it once or twice, or pretend you didn’t hear it ten times over, but over time, it’s not the same anymore,” Xueyu replied seriously.
Over time? Su Che thought to himself. “Once I reach the Tribulation stage and elevate my attack techniques to a mythic level, I can easily destroy you! Just wait for your death, you wretched thing…”
Having lived for so long, Su Che rarely cursed, either verbally or in his mind. To this day, 90% of his curses had been directed at Xueyu.
It was clear he hated her deeply and had had enough of her harassment…
Of course, though he thought this in his heart, on the surface, Su Che acted indifferent, nodding casually and saying, “It’s no big deal. I can agree to it.”
“Hmph, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking!”

Xueyu let out a cold snort and glared at him fiercely, as if she could truly read his thoughts. Still, she took out a delicate heart-shaped gem and held it in her hand. The crystal-clear, dreamlike gem, paired with her pale, jade-like hands, indeed offered a pleasing visual experience. Of course, Su Che didn’t think it could bring him any pleasure; he was merely concerned about its function.
“A Heavenly Illusion Gem—a natural wonder that can help you see through many things…”
Xueyu’s gaze and tone carried a hint of mystery: “Through it, I can probe your heart; I can also create illusions to deal with you. Your secrets just now were revealed because of it.”
“Are you telling me this so you can use me to destroy it?” Su Che said irritably, reaching out to take it. “Let me see it.”
“Not in a million years!”
Xueyu clutched the gem tightly—of course she wouldn’t hand it to Su Che. She would never do such a foolish thing with no hope of return.
Without further ado, Xueyu held the gem and made a gesture toward the silver sphere. Instantly, the Heavenly Illusion Gem glowed, creating a three-dimensional image in front of them—a strange black hole shaped roughly oval but with irregular edges!
The term “black hole” was merely descriptive; it didn’t devour anything inward but instead emitted some kind of energy—a special energy barely detectable by the naked eye. However, the Heavenly Illusion Gem highlighted it slightly with color to show its presence.
“A spatial passage!”
Su Che immediately understood. Inside that silver sphere was an entrance to a spatial passage, which might connect to any other dimension. That intangible, demonic energy came from that other dimension and was transmitted here through this passage. The purpose of that silver sphere, these transparent electric lights, and even the entire Thunder Star was to seal off this spatial passage.
“In other words, if I destroy this silver sphere, the demonic energy will flow unimpeded into the cultivation world, infecting countless beings and creating countless demonic races, bringing endless disasters to this world…”

Thinking of this, Su Che surely understood that destroying the silver sphere would truly be a disaster—true sinners would cause countless beings in the mortal universe to be transformed into those demons, who in turn would launch endless massacres against other beings.
“But how could such a dangerous spatial passage be an opportunity for me?”
“Could it be that I’m meant to become a true ultimate demon lord, leading those alien demons to destroy this entire universe?”
“No! That idea is utterly absurd. No matter how despicable I am, I would never do such a thing.”
“Then what connection does it have to my opportunity?”
These questions left Su Che utterly confused.
“You really are an omen of misfortune!” Xue Yu said mockingly, “The disaster in the Spirit Realm was caused by you and the Witch Clan. It hasn’t even passed yet, and now you want to help those demons destroy the entire universe? Su Che, what’s the purpose of your existence in this world?” Her tone was filled with schadenfreude. “If you still have any humanity or conscience, I suggest you commit suicide sooner… Don’t worry. After you die, I’ll take care of your treasures, possessions, family, and that private world you created.”
By “private world,” Xue Yu didn’t mean she knew much about the Immortal Prison World—she merely guessed that he must have transferred billions of beings from Qi Yuan Star into his magical space, thus creating a private world, which was beyond doubt. In the Immortal Realm, many immortal artifacts could do this, so it wasn’t surprising.
Su Che remained silent, still pondering these matters. Xue Yu continued to nag in his ear, “Today, I finally understand my purpose. I am the righteous envoy sent by heaven to oppose you in the name of justice, to punish you on heaven’s behalf… Su Che, please do me a favor and end your life quickly, so I can fulfill my destiny sooner. I’ll be grateful to you.” At that moment, she covered her mouth and burst into laughter.
“Could you do me a favor?” Su Che turned to her and said seriously, “Stay away from me, or at least shut up… Xue Yu, why are you so annoying?”
“In this world, I’m the only one who can annoy you like this. That’s your fate.”

Xueyu narrowed her eyes with a smile, her expression full of charm. Yet her words carried a double meaning—“This is your fate”—which held deep significance, as she had seen through many things.
“This is my fate?”
These words had a profound impact on Su Che. He had no mood to argue with her at the moment and instead asked in a low voice, “Xueyu, you’re at the Mahayana stage and have lived for over ten thousand years… Now, can you seriously answer me? Is a person’s fate truly predetermined, really arranged in advance?”