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With that, she reached out her hand again and carefully swept the snow off Hong Yao.

"He\'s not good to you at all. Why are you still following him…" Tuan Zi\'s lips trembled slightly. "Aren\'t you angry that he treated me like that before? Don\'t be with him…"

More and more tears fell. It was cold to the touch.

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

The claws of Hong Yao were still tightly gripping Mu Qinghe\'s clothes, as if it refused to let go.

Tuan Zi tried and couldn\'t make Hong Yao let go, so she didn\'t dare try again.

She covered her face, but tears still flowed between her fingers. "Boohoo… Hong Yao, I\'m sorry. I shouldn\'t have gotten angry at you that day. I\'m sorry… I won\'t lose my temper at you anymore, okay… Don\'t you like A\'Yue the most? I-I\'ll give you half of A\'Yue, okay?"

"Zi Chen is asleep. He doesn\'t know, but he definitely won\'t mind if he finds out. Come back, ok? You haven\'t apologized to me yet!" Tuan Zi lowered her head, and her voice became softer and softer. Only her small body twitched slightly, and she cried until she was out of breath.

Finally, she blacked out and fell back.

At some point, Cen Yi had appeared behind her and caught her.

He looked down at Tuan Zi in his arms.

The tip of her nose was red, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was covered in tears.

Cen Yi sighed. "Let\'s bury them together on Phoenix Mountain."

…

The snow gradually stopped.

The huge Fantasy Divine Hall was covered in snow. At a glance, it was clean and distant.

Jun Jiuqing stood in front of the main hall with his hands behind his back for a long time. Finally, he walked forward.

Some people looked over with complicated expressions.

Jun Jiuqing didn\'t care at all—he had never taken the world seriously. From beginning to end, there was only one person he thought about, but that person had never belonged to him.

His feet stepped on the snow, making a creaking sound.

At this moment, Cen Yi had just asked Qi Han and the others to send Mu Qinghe and Hong Yao to be buried together. He also asked Hua Shuangshuang to send Tuan Zi back to rest.

Hearing the sound, he turned around.

The two people\'s eyes met.

Jun Jiuqing said, "The 13 deities followed her into the cycle of reincarnation and rebirth. Only you left behind all your memories from the beginning. Over the years, you helped her recall her memories, and you planned everything. Even the last round was something you had long thought of… First Deity, you\'re amazing."

Cen Yi smiled faintly. "You flatter me. Everything was planned by the Emperor; I\'m just a part of it. Everything I did was for Goddess Yue to return."

"Her return…" Jun Jiuqing repeated these words slowly and laughed. "He\'s really scheming… By the way, do you know how Jiang Yucheng died?"

He suddenly changed the topic and asked this calmly.

Cen Yi looked at him with a calm expression.

It had been too long since anyone mentioned this name, and no one cared either.

Jun Jiuqing\'s smile deepened. "That\'s right—he died in my hands. To be precise, after being tortured, he was refined in the Witch Gu Hammer. Back then, he only had a soul left and fled everywhere. He happened to bump into me. At that time, I didn\'t feel it. Now that I think about it, how is it a coincidence?"

"If Rong Xiu really wanted to kill him, he would never give him any chance to live. However, he wanted to give Jiang Yucheng hope and make him despair. In the end, he even sent him to me. It\'s just because he knew that Jiang Yucheng would definitely not have a good ending if he fell into my hands."

Rong Xiu had to kill Jiang Yucheng for everything he did, but he didn\'t do it himself. Instead, he went to Jun Jiuqing. He just didn\'t want to dirty his hands.

Jun Jiuqing sneered. "Forget it. He can even consider his own life and death, let alone mine."

At this point, there was nothing else to say.

Cen Yi looked at him and said calmly, "In that case, you shouldn\'t have betrayed Goddess Yue back then. Goddess Yue treated you well."

Back then, he was considered one of the most talented cultivators in the Fantasy Divine Palace, apart from the various deities.

Goddess Yue was in charge of the Fantasy Divine Hall. She would often choose the best cultivators to enter the Fantasy Divine Hall to cultivate.

Jun Jiuqing was once highly regarded by her. Unfortunately, Jun Jiuqing thought highly of himself and was ambitious; he didn\'t take anyone seriously. Seeing that even if he ascended to the heavens, and his status wouldn\'t be able to rise to the next level, he finally chose to stand on the same side as the evil spirit.

Cen Yi stared at him. "Just because the evil spirit promised you the position of High Priest, you abandoned Goddess Yue\'s years of nurturing?"

Jun Jiuqing smiled heretically. "That\'s my business. What does it have to do with you?"

Then, he looked around. "First Deity, you should focus on this Fantasy Divine Hall! As for me—you\'re not qualified to interfere."

With that, he left without another word.

The door to the Fantasy Divine Hall was open.

Seeing Jun Jiuqing come out, the onlookers automatically made way.

Jun Jiuqing headed toward the Heaven Gate.

Wu Yao was about to stop him when he heard Cen Yi\'s voice. "Let him go."

Wu Yao could only listen. His gaze swept across Jun Jiuqing a few times, but he didn\'t stop the latter.

Jun Jiuqing stood at the Heaven Gate.

A gust of wind blew from behind, stirring up a few snowflakes that fell silently.

After the previous battle, the Fantasy Divine Sea was completely frozen into frost that stretched for thousands of miles.

At this moment, it finally flew back and melted. At a glance, it was as if a few small lakes had appeared on the snowfield.

The water rippled and sparkled.

Before long, this place would return to a magnificent sea.

And she had finally returned to the Fantasy Divine Hall and become a Paragon.

Now that she had defeated the Heavenly Dao, she was naturally more powerful than before.

Jun Jiuqing\'s figure flashed, and he disappeared from the Heaven Gate.

Thirteen looked at Cen Yi and asked hesitantly, "Big Brother, are we letting him go just like that?"

Cen Yi said calmly, "He betrayed Goddess Yue, but in this battle, his actions can be considered to have paid off the debt from back then."

…

God-Killing Tumulus.

In the desolate wilderness, the wind whistled.

A figure suddenly appeared—it was Jun Jiuqing.

He walked step by step, and the sounds of the battle 10,000 years ago seemed to still ring in his ears. There was also the sweet smell of blood that lingered at the tip of his nose.

Gradually, the smell of blood became stronger.

His expression changed slightly as he looked down at his hand.

A strange blood-colored pattern had appeared under his skin at some point in time and was squirming bit by bit. There was a small cut on the back of his hand, and blood kept dripping from it—that bloody smell came from here.

He stared at it for a while.

As the blood-colored pattern continued to spread, the flesh and blood were being bitten and devoured bit by bit.

Soon, the flesh on that hand was completely corroded, leaving only a thin layer of bloody skin wrapped around the bone.

He laughed.