Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

No one avoided the rain.

Jing Yuan's face was filled with sorrow, but even more so with helplessness.

He neither went forward to comfort his master nor could he go forward.

At this moment, any words of comfort seem pale and cruel.

Severely injured, Bai Heng lay in Dan Feng's arms, his ears drooping helplessly, soaked by the rain.

Her eyes blurred, and she finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

Not only because I witnessed the grief of my dear friend, but also because I was deeply saddened by the passing of a respected senior...

Even the usually aloof Danfeng was affected by the atmosphere and felt uneasy as well.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared on Qi Zhimu's already cold body.

Following the change in direction, everyone saw two figures slowly separating from his body.

Judging from her appearance, she was none other than the missing Mianxue and Qinghan.

Their eyelashes fluttered slightly as they slowly opened their eyes, rose vertically like zombies, and then knelt beside Qi Zhimu, bowing their heads deeply.

"fraud……"

"fraud……"

They spoke in unison, their voices filled with sorrow.

It is true that embracing the abyss with him will lead to utter death.

But in the instant before he died, he used his sudden power to strip away, restore, and protect their last proof of existence in the world...

I witnessed the whole thing, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to stop it...

They can't do anything...

She had clearly made up her mind to give everything for Lord Zhimu, and before setting off, she nestled in his arms, promising to go to the Yellow Springs together.

But... he abandoned them and left alone.

They had all become monsters, they didn't deserve any redemption, and that ending was enough...

It is clear that Lord Mu still deceived them.

Just like the Deception Mirror Flow...

At that moment, their importance in Lord Zhimu's heart was almost equal to that of his most cherished disciple, Jingliu.

But it was precisely this kind of Qi Ping that led him to choose selfishness and make choices for them.

He was unwilling and could not bear to let the person he deeply loved die with him.

With Shuhu killed, Qi Zhimu ceased to exist in the world.

What's the point of living like this?

Four figures arrived from different directions, all looking at the man surrounded by three women, who had lost all signs of life.

Hua closed his eyes and sighed silently.

The fate you spoke of, the one with no other choice, has finally become a reality, just as you wished.

In the end, it was for someone else that he left behind a wound that could never heal.

Abandoning the hunt, throwing themselves into abundance, becoming a monster no different from those vile creatures, with this resolve, they carried out their revenge...

Hua had long foreseen this day, but she never imagined that the sharp blade Qi Zhimu left for her would be so cruel.

But as he said back then—

He had no other choice.

From the moment he set foot on this bountiful land, he chose his own burial site.

Unlike Hua, who had not shown any presence, the other three women who arrived at the scene all froze.

Before they could react, Qi Zhimu's body began to disintegrate irreversibly, quickly turning into golden branches and ginkgo leaves, and then instantly turning into ashes.

The rain washed over it, dissolving and disappearing along with the shattered jade pendant, leaving nothing behind.

Clang—

The sound of metal shattering rang out.

The longsword in Jingliu's hand broke into several pieces, just like her shattered heart.

Her lifeless crimson eyes stared at the broken sword, and she could no longer maintain her remaining consciousness, plunging into complete darkness.

"Mr. Qi..."

"Little guy..."

"Amu..."

The three Black Swan women had disbelief written all over their faces, almost unable to believe their eyes.

Although her appearance differed from what they remembered, they were absolutely certain of her features even in such a fleeting, close-up glimpse.

It's him...it's definitely him!!

But after a lifetime, after a reunion spanning over a thousand years, it turned out to be another farewell with no end in sight.

They hadn't had a chance to acknowledge him, nor had they had a chance to ask him if he still remembered them.

There was no time to tell him... that the emotions and longing that had been accumulating for over a dozen Amber Ages had not faded, but instead had become even more profound.

The black swan surveyed this world riddled with holes.

Even though her brain was throbbing with pain, she didn't stop, desperately searching for any remaining traces of her memory.

And... the memories left behind by Mr. Qi...

But this time, she couldn't find what she wanted at all.

We can only piece together a few fragments of cause and effect from the remnants of this epic battle.

Yu Qingtu moved swiftly and arrived beside the Mianxue sisters, then glanced at the unconscious Jingliu.

She could sense that Qi Zhimu had forged a deep bond with them throughout his life that even death could not sever.

"Who...are you to him...?"

Mianxue Qinghan subconsciously raised her eyes and met Yu Qingtu's complicated gaze. She did not answer, but slowly closed her eyes.

But Yu Qingtu understood, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

The black swan stopped collecting memories, took deep breaths repeatedly, and processed the past events that had stirred its emotions.

The renewed regret and sorrow did not completely overwhelm her reason, although her heart remained heavy.

She began to wonder if Qi Zhimu was truly reborn after death, as Yu Qingtu had said years ago.

As for the speculation that the End Reverses Time for him, it now seems that this is not the case.

She realized this possibility, but what about Yu Qingtu and Ruan Mei?

Perhaps they had already thought of it, but now...

Black Swan looked at Ruan Mei, a look of understanding flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, Ruan Mei's expression and eyes were no better than those of the Mianxue sisters, and were even more intense.

"Amu... my Amu..."

"Your teacher has been searching for you for many years, and finally found you, but you didn't wait for me..."

Ruan Mei murmured to herself as her oil-paper umbrella slipped from her hand and fell into the churning lava below with the heavy rain.

The black swan ignored her and continued to ponder a crucial question—

If Mr. Qi has an afterlife, how can we find him in time?

Is the plum blossom wine he made used as a clue?

Not very realistic.

The universe is vast and boundless, and civilizations are incredibly diverse. Even if Plum Blossom Wine appears on the company's auction list, they might not be able to notice it in time.

Moreover, they might not even get the chance.

In Mr. Qi's first life, the plum blossom wine was called plum blossom wine, and in his second life, the words "forget-worry" were added.

If there is a third generation, and it is brewed again, it may not be called that name again.

There is an unprovable paradox: whether Mr. Qi's new life contains memories of his past life.

There are countless people in the galaxy who look alike but have vastly different experiences and personalities.

The fact that Mr. Qi was able to brew the Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine cannot be proven to be due to his past life memories. Perhaps it is due to the imprint he has on his own unique sequence of existence in the universe.

If he has memories of his previous life, why has he never searched for them in this life?

Born into a major faction like the Immortal Ship Alliance, with its flourishing civilization, finding the small planet that bears the company's footprints is not difficult.

With the technology of the Xianzhou, driving back to the old place is more than enough.

But Mr. Qi did not.

So many years have passed, and it has never happened...

Thinking of this, Black Swan temporarily put aside her thoughts, suppressed her sadness, and looked at the three unfamiliar women over there.

To clarify these questions, further contact with them is necessary.