The improved female villains regained their memories.

The immortal threw the heavily injured Song Qihao down from the sky, towards a certain place, and Qingtian rushed towards the direction where Song Qihao fell.

"The blue sky..."

The feeling of weightlessness came rapidly. His severely damaged spiritual veins were unable to transport spiritual energy. Song Qihao looked at Qingtian rushing towards him, his lips moved, and he reached out his hand to her.

"The blue sky, it's green, the blue sky..."

He still gripped the green flag tightly in his other hand, his eyes fixed on the blue sky.

"Yes, green..."

boom!

The ground made a loud noise, but he didn't feel any force coming from it. Song Qihao didn't fall to the ground, but instead landed in a gentle embrace.

Qingtian held him tightly, raised her finger towards his brow, and demonic and spiritual energy gathered at her fingertip, shimmering with green light amidst the smoke of battle.

This is……

The little boy back then naturally didn't know how Qing Tian saved his mother, but Song Qihao now knows that it was the power of the demon beast's origin. Thanks to Qing Tian's special circumstances, her origin power had the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life.

"Not afraid, not afraid."

Qingtian stroked his head and said, word by word:

"I'll help you, I'll help you."

Tick.

Something dripped onto the ground, moistening the earth.

The blue sky remains unchanged.

There never has been.

High in the sky, dark clouds gathered and churned. The immortals reappeared, and a massive array shone brightly from the spot where Song Qihao lay. In an instant, all light was blocked, and only the spiritual light of the immortals shone in the world. On the ground, earth dragons rolled and carved ravines in the mud. A soul-shaking roar resounded from the depths of the earth, and even the Demon Mountain trembled. In the darkness, the earth's veins were thus forcibly altered.

The spiritual spring dried up, the snake demons scattered in fright, and all the animals and monsters in the Demon Mountain Forest fled, only to run into the immortals' formation. The Demon Mountain rose with a rumble, as if it were being forcibly pulled upwards by brute force, soaring straight into the clouds.

"The blue sky..."

The spiritual veins were repaired and the wounds were healing, but the body felt even weaker than before.

"The blue sky..."

The faint whispers were cut off by the howling wind, and the calls could no longer reach the other's heart. It was the same as before, but it had changed.

Those past years flooded my heart like the sea.

He should have known this day would come; he should have thought of it when he arrived. But why was he the first to be unable to bear it when it actually happened?

"green……"

His body felt as if it had fallen into an endless abyss. The demon of sin grinned menacingly, gripping his heart tightly. A suffocating sense of guilt washed over him like a tidal wave. Song Qihao tried to widen his eyes, but all he could see was the clouds on the horizon growing ever more distant. The entire sky turned upside down and became utterly dark.

I can't see it.

Song Ki-ho tried to widen his eyes, but he couldn't see anything.

He went to the wrong place.

He stepped into this struggle, ascended to the pinnacle of power, and reached the highest levels of secular society, but he could no longer see the clear sky.

Despite expending all your energy and making countless plans, in the end, you see nothing at all.

Blue sky...

The blue sky of my youth, the blue sky of that time.

Qingtian, dressed in a green dress.

His, the clear sky...

It got dark.

Song Ki-ho closed his eyes.

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Cave dwelling.

Song Qihao walked in carrying a bowl of water.

The sound of chains echoed from the deep pit inside the cave. Qingtian raised his lowered head and looked at the person approaching.

Inside the pit, countless rays of spiritual light flashed out, and the array slowly began to operate. Qingtian's energy was absorbed into the array, rendering her powerless to struggle or move.

But she didn't struggle; her eyes remained fixed on Song Qihao.

A soft sigh escaped, its source unknown. Demonic and spiritual energy scattered in all directions. Song Qihao, bearing the pressure, walked down and slowly picked up the bowl.

"Drink it."

As I said those words, something was stirring within my heart.

That sentence seemed to linger.

"Hungry."

Song Qihao was slightly taken aback, only then realizing that it was his imagination. Qing Tian did not speak; she still looked up, her eyes fixed on him.

"Drink it."

He repeated the sentence, squatted down, and held the water of the River of Oblivion to Qingtian's lips.

Qingtian seemed a little puzzled, tilted his head, but still obediently opened his mouth.

"Gudong Gudong..."

Tick.

Water flowed down the neck of the blue sky.

Something was spreading, disrupting his thoughts. Song Qihao's pupils flickered, and his mind almost stopped.

The water of the River of Oblivion, once drunk, allows one to forget everything and revert to the mind of a child.

In his eyes, the heavens have always remained the same, unchanged.

She was bound here by chains and formations, her whole body stained with blood. Surrounding her were the corpses of snakes, and the scattered demonic and spiritual energy caused everything around her to tremble slightly.

The moment she drank it, it seemed as if all sounds vanished in an instant, and everything turned into a silent film, with Song Ki-ho staring wide-eyed at the audience.

His heart pounded, almost stopping, as indescribable emotions piled up, turning Song Qihao's face pale. He dared not speak.

Forgotten...

They'll all be forgotten...

In the long time and space that follows, no one will ever come to this place again. The energy of the blue sky will become nourishment for the mountain city, and everyone will benefit, including his descendants.

*Smack*

The bowl shattered on the ground.

Qingtian was still looking at him, water dripping from his lips.

Now, it's all really gone.

My mother is gone.

My brother is gone.

My wife is gone.

The clear sky is gone too.

Those memories have vanished; all that remains here is a monster.

No one will ever know her name again, and no one will ever find this place. The formation is complete; this is the final step.

Song Qihao has spent his entire life wandering, and now he has nothing left.

He reached out and, as he had done many times before, touched Qingtian's head.

Qingtian closed his eyes.

He stroked her head, slowly smoothing her hair, gently caressing her, but tears unexpectedly streamed down his face.

He is a person who rarely sheds tears.

The hardships and pain of those years became his motivation; he would never succumb to despair or shed tears.

But now, he shed tears.

He saw the green dress under a sky full of stars, he saw the green dress on the steps of the house under the rising smoke, he saw the green dress being freely wielded in the dueling arena, he saw—

Blue sky.

But now, his clear sky is gone too.

Is this what loss is?

The being hidden in the abyss roared madly, something flowing through his body, affecting every part of Song Qihao.

Qingtian closed his eyes, his body went limp, and he held her, stroking her hair.

"Sleep well, heavens."

Is this what loss is?

It turns out that his entire life, though seemingly a temporary one, was one of constant loss.

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The light faded.

Song Panning raised her hand, looked at the female corpse, and murmured to herself, "Justice..."

Leng Yan was also watching, and she was already affected by the emotions in the film, with tears streaming down her face.

"A life lost, a life of a loser, a life of justice."

Song Panning spoke, but her words remained cold and forceful, seemingly unaffected.

"After all that painstaking planning, it all came to nothing in the end. But because I was unwilling to accept it, I set up a game that would last for a thousand years and sacrificed everything. Was it really worth it?"

"Oh? Miss, are you talking to me?"