In the Dao Landscape of the great cultivator of the Devil Dao.
The departed spirits who had escaped from the Land of Reincarnation had been completely erased, no longer existing in either reality or illusion.
The Devil Fiend looked at Xin Ning, tears streaming down her face.
"Big Brother didn't die. He woke up, didn't he?"
"His books, his words—they would never hurt me..."
She spoke, and her words were plainly brimming with excitement. Yet beneath that excitement was also a hint of inexplicable sorrow!
Like a child who had been away from home too long and suffered too much, suddenly seeing her family again and feeling wronged.
Before this, she hadn't trusted Xin Ning. In her eyes, Xin Ning was only her obsession, a lingering shadow—not a reincarnation.
Because back then, when she had set out on that path, she had seen with her own eyes the Lord of Reincarnation, who had followed Big Brother, fall into the cold darkness. The authority over reincarnation had dispersed, and even the Land of Reincarnation had been shattered.
A black path had appeared, too. She had seen Big Brother, swallowed by the darkness and lost to himself...
But now, she was absolutely certain. Big Brother...
He must have awakened!
The supreme ancient poem Xin Ning had just read, and that "drought-stricken die of thirst, flood-stricken drown" that surpassed even the most forbidden of taboos, had not made her vanish...
In this world, only Big Brother's words...
Could be like that. They would never hurt her!
How could she not be excited...
Xin Ning looked at the Devil Fiend. For some reason, a hint of sadness stirred in her heart. She crouched down and gently wiped the Devil Fiend's tears.
"Big Brother didn't die. He's back. He fished me out of the long