The improved female villains regained their memories.

"But it's going to rain."

"What does it matter? I just need to be back before dinner. Rain is perfect, I want to play in the rain!"

"You'll catch a cold."

"I won't catch a cold, I'm very healthy! Besides..."

The last few words were drowned out by the sudden gust of wind, and Yi Changcun didn't hear them clearly, but he felt the other person's movement. It seemed that she took something out of her pocket and put it in her hand.

"This is the money I saved myself." He heard the little girl excitedly say, "Brother Changcun, let's go to the shopping street, I'll treat you to candied hawthorns."

"Okay, but we have to go back after we finish eating."

"Hey~ why?"

"It's going to rain, so if Xiaoyun doesn't agree, we'll go back now."

"Okay... I promise Brother Changcun."

They eventually stepped into that chaotic melting pot.

Yi Changcun couldn't see the exact appearance of the person selling candied hawthorns, but he quickly figured out where the person was by their calls. He took Xiaoyun's hand and led her there, unconsciously tightening his grip.

"Brother Changcun, why are you using so much force?"

"I'm afraid you'll get lost, Xiaoyun."

"No, Xiaoyun will always stay with Brother Changcun!"

Boom!

A muffled rumble of thunder could be faintly heard above Nine Heavens City.

Yi Changcun sensed that a heavy rain was about to fall, so he quickened his pace.

Two strings of candied hawthorns!

"Okay!"

The money was handed over, and the shop owner turned to get the candied hawthorn. This was a pastry shop that sold other pastries besides candied hawthorn.

Two people buying pastries nearby were chatting.

"At the age of twelve, he has already become an immortal. What terrifying talent that is."

"A naturally born immortal body, that's quite normal, isn't it?"

“You’re not a cultivator, so of course you wouldn’t know. My cousin is a disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect. According to him, being born with an immortal body simply means you can sense spiritual energy faster than others, that’s all.”

"Then how did she become an immortal at such a young age?"

"Who knew? Didn't you see that the Heavenly Guardian Sect directly stood up for her?"

"Ling Tian Du, she truly lives up to her name. Even the heavens must be jealous of her talent."

Is Ling Tian jealous?

The name made Yi Changcun momentarily lose his composure.

Even though I have no memory of this name, a sense of familiarity wells up in my soul.

"Young man, here's your candied hawthorn."

"Young man?"

"Oh, thank you."

The shopkeeper's call brought him back to his senses. He took the candied hawthorn, turned around, and said, "Little..."

His words froze.

From his perspective, countless strange colors surged and churned, forming an eerie world, while the only color that brought him peace of mind had vanished.

Conscience has vanished.

In the brief moment he was distracted, his conscience vanished.

"Xiaoyun!!"

He shouted anxiously, but his conscience no longer responded.

"Excuse me, where did the little girl who was standing next to me go?" he asked, pulling the person next to him.

What's wrong with this child?

Was there anyone standing next to him just now?

"I don't know, I didn't notice."

He heard the man say, "Young man, we didn't see any little girl."

"What? How could this be...?"

He stood there, stunned, holding two candied hawthorns in his hands.

Tick.

A drop of water fell on his hair.

-------------

It's raining in Jiutian City.

The rain came suddenly, catching even those who had prepared in advance completely off guard.

"It's raining!"

"Go, go, go!"

"Why is it suddenly raining so heavily!?"

People scattered almost immediately, and the complex colors vanished completely in the blink of an eye.

"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun!"

Yi Changcun ran and shouted as he got soaked in the rain.

He was burning with anxiety. The rain soaked him to the bone. He had thought that once people dispersed, their consciences would return, but he was wrong. A lost conscience is lost forever; it cannot be regained simply because its color has faded.

"Xiaoyun..."

He shouted in a hoarse voice, his heart growing cold with the rain.

If he hadn't let go...

If he didn't agree to Xiaoyun's request, he would take her back right then and there...

Yi Changcun sniffed, his voice even trembling with tears, and shouted with all his might, "Xiaoyun!"

Boom!

The only response he received was thunder from the sky.

"Small......"

He couldn't see anything; everything in front of him was pitch black, as if he were trapped in darkness, which made him feel suffocated.

The whole world seemed to have disappeared.

He heard the sound of rain falling incessantly, mingling with his tears as it landed on his face.

They've lost their conscience.

He lost his conscience.

pat.

He walked forward step by step, his feet sinking into the rainwater that had accumulated on the ground. His deep, hoarse voice echoed with the rain, and he never gave up.

"Xiaoyun..."

He stared at a corner of an alley and froze there.

He saw his conscience again.

But my conscience was shrouded in many things: fear, panic, helplessness, sadness... and nearly a century of loneliness.

He didn't have time to think about why his conscience had become so burdened, and he subconsciously ignored the subtle loneliness. His body moved forward instinctively and stood before his conscience.

"Xiaoyun, where have you been? I've been looking for you for so long!"

"..." No sound.

"I bought your candied hawthorns." Yi Changcun waved the candied hawthorns in his left hand, and subconsciously touched the other person's hair with his right hand: "It's raining so hard, you must be soaked."

He didn't find the familiar braided hair.

“...My name isn’t Xiaoyun.” He heard a cold female voice.

"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else!" Yi Changcun hurriedly withdrew his hand, then subconsciously looked at the "conscience" again.

The intense blackness lurked deep within his conscience, barely perceptible. Because he was too flustered just now, Yi Changcun hadn't seen it very clearly.

This person is definitely not Xiaoyun.

"Yes, I'm sorry. You, why are you here all alone? Are you alright...?"

"I'm fine," the woman's voice rang out. "Are you looking for someone?"

"Ah, um..."

"What kind of person?"

"It's a little girl, wearing a light green dress, with her hair in braids. Do you see her?"

"I didn't see it."

"Is that so..."

Yi Changcun lost interest in speaking, got up, and walked outside.

It was raining heavily.

He walked slowly around the commercial street, calling out as he went. Since he had no sight, he could only rely on his "spiritual sense," but the world in his "spiritual sense" no longer showed those beautiful colors.

That pure conscience is truly gone.

Yi Changcun didn't know how he got back, nor how he faced his mother and Xiaoyun's mother. He only remembered that the sudden surge of color almost enveloped him, and then he heard crying and the sound of someone rushing out of the door.