In a daze, Fan Daoyi remembered someone: Zhen Thunder's wife, who also seemed to have been resurrected.
She was just an ordinary person among the masses, and Zhen Thunder's sincerity did not cost him anything.
The future he saw in Xun Wind is gradually coming true.
So... will I really die, or will I just disappear under the pretense of death?
Fan Daoyi didn't understand; his mind was filled with so much confusion that he inadvertently walked down the path he had once planned.
He gritted his teeth, his gaze dimming.
This feeling is really unpleasant, even for myself.
After a long while, he left. He thought he should go see Fei Yin one last time.
He didn't Teleportation directly into Zhen Thunder's room. When he arrived at the door, he saw the others standing quietly outside with their heads down.
Having just experienced Qian Heaven's betrayal, one terrible thing after another followed.
This is the outcome that Xun Wind least wanted to see.
He doubted his Intuition, Intuition played a cruel joke on him, showing him a vision of their future during his happiest moment.
Now, that future is gradually becoming a reality before his eyes.
It was as if the Guixu was mocking them.
Inside the room, Zhen Thunder knelt on the floor, his eyes vacant as he stared at the person beside the bed.
Fei Yin reached out with trembling hands, her fingertips wiping away the tears from Zhen Thunder's eyes. Her body began to deteriorate rapidly, and she was about to experience the same death again.
"It's... it's okay, you should be happy for me..." She smiled, her face pale, a hint of relief in her eyes.
Zhen Thunder raised his hands and grasped Fei Yin's cold palms, pressing his forehead against them.
This scene felt like a return to the past, to the days when I accompanied her during her treatment at the hospital.
"Really, I'm so happy." Fei Yin's words were full of comfort. She was running out of energy, her breathing was labored, and her breath was weak. "Because I can finally be myself again, instead of being controlled by the false emotions created by Guixu."
Zhen Thunder parted his lips slightly, raised his head, and his pupils dilated somewhat.
"You must know, I'm long dead. Resurrection is nothing but a lie from the Guixu. Even if it's beautiful, beautiful enough to make you forget the fact that we're already dead."
Fei Yin coughed violently; her time was running out.
"It's not a lie, you are real, you have always existed..." Zhen Thunder shook his head, denying this fact.
Fei Yin somewhat helpless. Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death. She propped herself up on her arms, wrapped her arms around Zhen Thunder, and pulled him into her embrace.
"Mingyuan, only in this moment do I truly exist." She whispered in Zhen Thunder's ear, "It's so good to see you again, I'm so happy, please don't be sad."
"No... no, please don't disappear!"
He held Fei Yin tightly in his arms, tears blurring his vision. He pleaded and wailed again and again, until the person in his arms lost her breath amidst her screams.
With arms hanging down, the physical body dissipated, turning into a skeleton, and finally becoming scattered sand before disappearing completely from the world.
"Fei Yin, Fei Yin!" Zhen Thunder frantically searched for any trace of Fei Yin.
The room, once filled with objects, suddenly felt empty; he existed there alone in solitude.
Those outside were concerned about the situation inside. Kan Water paced back and forth a few times before finally deciding to knock on the door.
Kun Earth quickly grabbed the man and said in a hoarse voice, "Let him calm down first."
Xun Wind slumped in a corner, holding his head in frustration, muttering to himself.
"Why, why, why, why..."
They've changed things so many times, why can't this Intuition of the future stop them this time?
"It's all because of me, it's all because of me..."
Xun Wind became mired in internal strife.
These events stirred up his memories that had been sealed away by the Azure Dragon; when he closed his eyes, all he could see were the mangled corpses of others.
The deaths were varied in their gruesome manner, but everyone shared the same goal.
"Take him with you, make sure you get him out of here!"
He separated his legs from his upper body, using his last bit of strength to entrust him to her.
"Hold on tight, hold him firmly, this is the end of my journey..."
His abdomen was pierced, and his internal organs bloated and exploded inside him.
"We can't escape. Run forward, run forward, don't look back."
The head was severed and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Goodbye, Lu Cizhou, you must live on.
Corpses littered the roadside; death chased after him. The crowd used their own lives to build an escape route for him.
Heavy breathing filled the hallway; the Azure Dragon's misty body seemed ethereal, indicating that its physical condition was not good.
"Child..." He dragged his heavy steps and half-squatted opposite Xun Wind, brushing away the damp stray hairs on his forehead.
"It's not your fault," he comforted softly. "False memories can't be hidden forever; sometimes you have to face the harsh reality."
The Azure Dragon's body began to age, its once youthful face now covered in wrinkles. "No one blames you; this was our own choice, you don't need to feel guilty about it."
As he aged, Azure Dragon leaned against the wall to stand up, his back hunched, his body gradually thinning until he became emaciated.
Kan Water stepped aside to help the man up, but Azure Dragon raised his hand, which was now just skin and bones, to stop him. "No need, this old man is just experiencing old age. It's been a long time, isn't it? Is this what it means to be yourself... cough cough."
"Your Excellency Azure Dragon." Their eyes were downcast, and the sorrow in their expressions could not be dispelled.
"Alright, I have something I'd like to ask you."
Xun Wind slightly raised his head, his thoughts a jumbled mess.
"This incident will cost us most of our top combat power, and it will be difficult for the country to find capable leaders to protect you. From now on, you will have to rely on yourselves. Also, be careful of a sudden attack from the Four Fiends Cult."
He gave them many, many instructions, and told them all the words of concern that he had never said before.
Fan Daoyi leaned against the stair railing, looking up at the somewhat old ceiling.
What was he thinking? He wasn't thinking about anything; his mind was perfectly clear.
There was no sorrow of parting, no mourning for the deceased.
This time, Azure Dragon's gaze did not deliberately fall on Fan Daoyi. Perhaps, as he said, he could be his true self before he died.
Most people should be happy.
The Azure Dragon died, and the last group of people who had been resurrected disappeared from this world.
On this day, the whole world fell silent.
No, except for the Four Fiends Cult, which was instigated by Dao Er.
"Ultimately, this is a good thing!" Dao Er began brainwashing relentlessly through his mask, "Isn't this reform a godsend opportunity bestowed by Guixu?"
The others immediately became excited upon hearing this, while Xiao Xuanqing remained silent to the side.
Only Taotie was puzzled, or rather, he was the most clear-headed of the four. "But if that's the case, why is Guixu killing even our people? Aren't we all on the same side?"
"Ha, haven't you given your lives for Guixu enough? Just take this to Guixu later, make a scene, and threaten suicide to demand some compensation, won't you?"
That makes sense!
After Dao Er's words, even the sober Taotie was successfully fooled.
"Let's go, while they're still sick, and offer them Guixu!"