Let's rewind to shortly after Fan Daoyi left.
The only actor in the scene before Azure Dragon was Fan Daoyi.
He sat down on the dungeon haystack, his eyes lowered. Azure Dragon only arranged some guards on the perimeter, creating an atmosphere of entrapment.
In the Illusion Realm influenced by Fan Daoyi, a fictional member of the Four Fiends Cult appears. Azure Dragon, the controller of the Illusion Realm, is fully aware of this, but he remains silent.
He simply recorded the scene, leaving behind some evidence to explain himself.
The fictional character sneaked into the dungeon and whispered something in Fan Daoyi's ear.
See, they don't trust you. With your talent, why not join Guixu? We sincerely invite you.
After recording the fake video, Azure Dragon waved his hand to disperse the clouds and mist, and the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.
The scene depicted here is what Fan Daoyi was doing in Guixu.
Azure Dragon knew everything, but the truth about this matter was shown to him by Guixu.
The Four Fiends Cult's loyalty to Guixu has been resurrected, and they are forced to obey Guixu. Perhaps there isn't much difference between the two. Guixu's infiltration of the Present World has already reached a terrifying level, but everyone is kept in the dark.
But all of this was because the unchanging sense of comfort in the dungeon and the tempting rewards went unnoticed.
Azure Dragon was willing but unable; he could only follow the layout of Guixu.
Looking back in the direction Fan Daoyi had left, she shook her head secretly.
It's a strange scheme to deepen Fan Daoyi's connection with the Present World. What exactly are their motives on the other side of Guixu?
The Illusion Realm has dissipated, and the Azure Dragon's guidance has ended. Let's see what those deceived little ones inside the [Eight Trigrams] will do!
Returning to the bridge, Fan Daoyi rested his hands on the railing, overlooking the turbulent waves of the river.
He couldn't understand it, but he knew there was a way to put all his plans to the test.
That would mean the death of the body we currently possess.
How should one die?
Suicide would be too incongruous and detrimental to one's second identity.
Then let's have a targeted murder by the Four Fiends Cult.
In the script, Fan Daoyi refuses the invitation from the Four Fiends Cult, which enrages them, leading to Fan Daoyi's death.
The accidental death occurred right on this bridge.
He heard car horns again, and cars drove past him one after another. It was very easy to cause a car to malfunction: crash into it, control the force, break the railing, and plunge into the river.
The fact that Guixu doesn't want him to stay for long is definitely not because he can't slack off under his surveillance.
After this period of confusion, he also peeled away some of the fog. Awakening from his slumber, he seemed to have lost a part of his memory.
Having spent so much time in the Present World, Fan Daoyi also came to understand something, which was...
Go home and visit your family often.
As the sun set, the sky was dyed a vast expanse of orange-red, and the afterglow, like fine golden gauze, shone through the thin clouds and fell upon Fan Daoyi.
The interplay of light and shadow bathed the mottled ground in a warm, yellow glow.
Fan Daoyi gently withdrew his long, slender hand from the railing, slowly lowered his eyes, and stared at the dagger in his hand, its cold light concealed.
At this moment, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if he had made up his mind.
Since the idea is sound, let's put it into practice.
"Dao Yi!"
The sound came at just the right time; the Eight Trigrams group was waving from the bridgehead.
They raced towards Fan Daoyi other.
Weaving through the light and shadow, facing the setting sun.
At this moment, Fan Daoyi stood in the shadows, as if frozen in another time and space. If he were to lift his foot and run towards the group of people who were facing the light, smiling, and calling his name, what a beautiful scene that would be.
The afterglow will lengthen his shadow, and the warm light will outline the contours of their meeting.
But he didn't move, standing quietly in place, his expression calm as still water. Only the hem of his clothes was gently fluttering in the breeze, and the dagger in his hand had vanished without a trace.
"Hey, Fan Daoyi, you little brat, you had to hide it from me to cooperate with Azure Dragon's act! Damn, I really thought you were going to settle down in the police station."
He Piaojian crossed his arms and pretended to be annoyed, shouting, but a smile lingered on his lips, making him look like a child begging for candy.
Zhen Thunder laughed loudly, hooking his arm around Fan Daoyi's shoulder and roughly ruffling his hair. He stumbled and stepped into the sunset.
"You're deceiving my feelings; you absolutely have to treat me to a meal."
Li Fire agreed, "Yeah, that's right. This performance was so bad, making us suffer so much in the Illusion Realm, it felt like my heart was being ripped out."
"Okay." Fan Daoyi smiled slightly as he listened to their chatter in his ear.
Qian Heaven and Kun Earth stood not far away, gazing at the scene unfolding before them. A gentle breeze stirred, their clothes fluttering in the breeze. Faint smiles, seemingly knowing everything, graced their faces. Their eyes met, exchanging a silent understanding. Then, with composed steps, they slowly walked towards them.
As they drew closer, I heard the boisterous sounds of their reunion.
In that instant, the dagger pierced through the air and went straight into Fan Daoyi's heart.
Time seemed to freeze instantly. The smile that hadn't yet faded from Fan Daoyi's lips was still frozen on his face, and the lingering joy in his eyes was replaced by pain before it could dissipate. His body slowly went limp and collapsed.
Everything happened so suddenly.
Blood splattered on their cheeks, creating spots that resembled a beautiful painting.
Surrounding Fan Daoyi, they froze in place, at a loss for what to do.
Qian Heaven and Kun Earth were the first to react, rushing forward and steadily supporting Fan Daoyi's fallen body with both hands.
Kan Water regained his senses and quickly began treating Fan Daoyi.
The dagger hovered in the air, flying towards a certain direction with bloodstains on it.
He Piaojian followed the trail of the dagger and spotted the assailant at the other end of the bridge.
The assailant wore a black cloak, completely concealing himself. The mask beneath the cloak was all too familiar to He Piaojian.
The assailant fiddled with the dagger for a moment, then ran two fingers together across his forehead in a provocative gesture before turning and leaving.
Upon seeing this, He Piaojian rushed over without saying a word.
Qian Heaven wanted He Piaojian to calm down, but he had already rushed dozens of meters away.
Zhen Thunder and Li Fire exchanged a glance and then followed in that direction.
Within moments, He Piaojian and Zhen Thunder caught up with the assailant and surrounded him.
The assailant tossed the dagger high into the air, allowing it to land smoothly in his palm, and calmly watched the three men.
"Oh, we meet again, Little Cheapie ~"
"... It really is you. You're not Taotie, so who are you?"
The perpetrator removed his black cloak, revealing a black and white smiling mask.
"Okay, okay, I'm definitely not Taotie."
A crimson door appeared behind him. He stepped back and unleashed a Zhen Thunder.
Facing the incoming lightning ball, he stepped back, appearing beside Zhen Thunder. He patted Zhen Thunder's shoulder and He Piaojian, "You should know that I have the ability to Shrinking the Earth to an Inch. If it weren't for my intention, you wouldn't be able to catch me."
He took a step back, his figure returning to the doorway, this time half his body disappearing inside.
"Hit in the heart, he should be dead by now, shouldn't he?" He chuckled softly, muttering, "A perfectly reasonable excuse."
As his body was about to completely disappear, he waved goodbye, emphasizing, "Remember, I am actually Taowu. Taowu of the Four Fiends Cult ~"
This safe departure finally marked a complete success in putting on a show of bravado.