Ye Guyi, pick up the sword in your heart, then kill me!

"No, no..."

Ye Guyi staggered, like a defeated soldier, and knelt on the ground, her pretty face deathly pale. They had clearly agreed that after she returned home, the two of them would get married and go to a place where no one could disturb them, to live in seclusion for the rest of their lives.

But everything before her eyes cruelly shattered all the beautiful visions in Ye Guyi's heart.

She wanted to close her eyes and escape, to deceive herself that it was all a lie.

But she couldn't do it. Her own Martial Soul, and even her Angel Godhood, were warning her that the person standing opposite her was a complete Evil Soul Master, Fallen Angel, and the opposite of the Angel Martial Soul.

A cold glint flashed, and Lu Cheng's longsword arrived.

A force compelled Ye Guyi to raise her arm, and the Angel Holy Sword that had fallen to the ground re-emerged in her hand. She subconsciously caught the sword again.

"Coward."

Lu Cheng stepped back, standing in mid-air, and indifferently looked at Ye Guyi.

A hint of mockery seemed to linger in his eyes. "You once boasted that you would annihilate all Evil Soul Master in the world, but with the sword in your hand, you dare not draw it against me."

"Ye Guyi, have you lived up to the vows you once made? Have you lived up to the self who wielded the sword countless times?"

"Teacher, please don't force me..." Ye Guyi was heartbroken, clutching her long sword tightly, her teeth clenched.

In any case, she couldn't bring herself to draw her sword against him.

Even as the sword energies grew sharper and sharper, chilling her to the bone, she could only frantically parry with her hands and feet, seemingly having completely forgotten the moves she was once most familiar with.

"Don't forget, your family all died at the hands of Evil Soul Master..." Lu Cheng said slowly, "And the girl who once swore to exterminate all Evil Soul Master in the world was unwilling to do so because of her love for her lover."

"Ye Guyi, pick up the sword in your heart!"

"Then, kill me!"

"..."

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

Ye Guyi roared, her aura surging, her beautiful face filled with struggle and pain.

"Starting stance..."

Lu Cheng spoke softly, gently guiding the girl, which seemed to calm her down. His words enveloped her, and as he finished speaking, two sword energies rose simultaneously.

The black and crimson light clashed sharply.

This creates a striking contrast in color.

The two swordsmen were identical in their techniques, each strike incredibly powerful, yet they were evenly matched, neither able to break the other's attack.

"Third Form... World-Purifying Lotus Flower Flame!!"

Ye Guyi her sword.

In her eyes, all the chaos around her was irrelevant. At this moment, it was as if she had returned to the days when she studied diligently day and night. Her teacher was right beside her, looking at her with a gentle expression. His large hand enveloped her slender fingers, gripped the long sword in his hand, and guided her to swing that sword.

The smile on her face was innocent and genuine.

"Pfft..."

But in the next instant, the world shattered and reformed.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a scene that made her heart feel as if it were being squeezed tightly by a giant hand, almost stopping her.

The crimson longsword in his hand had somehow pierced through that figure.

He still had a smile on his face, arms outstretched, and the black longsword in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

"No, no! Master!!!"

Ye Guyi's face was filled with panic. The crimson longsword slowly dissipated. His heart clenched, his pupils dilated, and his voice trembled with grief and indignation.

Wisps of black energy emanated from Lu Cheng's body and flowed into Ye Guyi's body. It seemed that the Fallen Angel was declining and its aura was being devoured by the Seraphim. The aura within her body grew stronger step by step, and the shackles that had troubled her for countless years seemed to shatter in this instant.

She took that step.

He fully embodied divinity and became a god revered by all.

but...

Blood trickled from the corner of Lu Cheng's mouth. As the crimson longsword disappeared, his body collapsed into Ye Guyi. His lips twitched slightly from the intense pain, and he looked at Ye Guyi with a complicated expression.

Things have changed so much over the years.

He had already become a powerful figure capable of standing alone, and now, having advanced to godhood, his aura had become increasingly restrained, yet he possessed the majesty of a god.

"To gain something, you must first lose something..." Lu Cheng slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the beauty's cheek, his expression showing some pity and regret.

"Guyi, this is the last lesson I will teach you."

After saying this, life slowly faded away.

Only an empty, gradually cooling shell remained.

Ye Guyi, her golden eyes staring blankly at Lu Cheng. She knelt silently on the ground, carefully letting Lu Cheng's head rest on her soft, slender legs. This was something she had once dreamed of, but at this moment, her heart was ice-cold.

Why did you save me?!

"Why did you save me! You bastard!" A tear slowly streamed down Ye Guyi, heartbroken. She gripped Lu Cheng's body tightly with her bare hand, trying to find a glimmer of hope for life, but the cold reality pulled her back.

Even if she became a god, it still wouldn't bring her back to life.

"If I had frozen to death in the city back then, if we had never met, how much better it would have been..." Ye Guyi sobbed softly, holding Lu Cheng's body even tighter.

Lu Cheng gave her hope for life and pulled her out of the abyss, but... he also dealt her a fatal blow.

Numbly, he stood up, cradling the corpse of his beloved in his arms, and walked step by step out of the dark and deep cave.

Only a very few people, including Jing Hongchen and Kong Deming, remained around. Upon seeing this scene, Jing Hongchen's eyes widened, while Kong Deming closed his eyes tightly and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Junior brother?!" Jing Hongchen's face twitched suddenly, and he was about to step forward to stop Ye Guyi.

However, Kong Deming stopped him from the side.

Shaking his head, Kong Deming sighed softly, "Let her be. That child... sigh."

"Teacher, you know! You know all this, why didn't you stop it?!" Jing Hongchen could barely contain her anger.

"Do you think I can stop him, given his temper?" Kong Deming said Youyou.

"..." Jing Hongchen paused, then fell silent, her voice heavy with sadness.

"Master, I will stay with you forever, forever..."

The Holy Angel Church.

Inside an ice coffin.

Ye Guyi looked at the handsome man lying there, his face pale and bloodless. Her golden eyes were unusually calm, without anger or sadness, only a slightly crazed expression.

Even if you are just a corpse, the Divine Realm extended an olive branch to me, but I refused. I want to stay in the mortal realm forever, to be with you forever, in the place where we once lived...

She slowly lowered her head, and their lips met.

She demanded relentlessly, yet received not a single response.

Only when she felt a bit tired did she curl up in Lu Cheng's arms and fall into a deep sleep, just like the girl who had once fallen in the snow and was about to freeze to death.