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"Ye Xiao, you came." As the Evil Drought Demon was about to fade away, her soul left her body, revealing the stunning face she had worn as a goddess.

Ye Xiao? Wasn't she the founder of the Cloudsky Sect? Rumor had it that she had surpassed the Tribulation Transcendence Stage and ascended to the Heavenly Realm. Why had she been at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, and why was she here now?

Resentment clouded the Evil Drought Demon's face. She showed none of the joy of reuniting with an old friend. "It's all because that fragment of my Divine Sense was too stupid. Otherwise, I wouldn't have lost."

"Back when the Five Divine Artifacts sealed you beneath Cloudsky Mountain, I made a wager with you. You said the greatest power in the world was the power to destroy heaven and earth. I said it was love. So we used a fragment of your Divine Sense and a drop of my divine blood to create Ye Zhenzhen in my likeness over ten thousand years, and made auspicious signs descend at her birth."

"You went to great lengths to write the script of her life, carefully plotting for her to help resurrect you. But in the end, she sacrificed herself for love. She stopped you from bringing disaster to the people and killing those she cared about." Ye Xiao's voice was firm. "She wasn't stupid. You underestimated the power of love."

"Love?" Disdain crossed Ba's face. "What is love supposed to be?"

"The moment you tried to use other people's love for her to resurrect yourself, you had already lost. Love flows both ways. As others gave their love to Ye Zhenzhen, she gave hers back to them."

"I've never had love, and I've never believed in it." A mocking