If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

Suddenly, Ji Mo suddenly remembered some forgotten memories.

His eyes lit up slightly, as if he had found a glimmer of hope to break the deadlock that was impossible to solve.

Under the gaze of the nine-tailed fox, he took out the yellowed page of the book.

The handwriting changed, and at the end of the season, he picked it up and gently unfolded it.

On the withered and yellowed pages, the changing handwriting gradually solidified and finally turned into two words.

"Old City."

Ji Mo, who was full of hope, suddenly fell silent, chewing on these two words over and over in his heart.

"Old City."

If this is the answer to the question I most desire in my heart, and my future destiny, can it be summarized in just two words?

Or does it mean that the hope of resurrecting his parents and finding solutions to all problems that he longs for are all in this so-called "Old City".

This is the first time the season finale feels like it's being toyed with by fate.

He raised his gaze and looked at the instigator of all this, the nine-tailed fox.

The other party just smiled and lightly tapped the two words with his finger.

"This is the answer to everything. Even I can't change it."

"This is your destiny. Everything you have ever hoped for is there."

Just like a blind old man peeking at the secrets of heaven to deceive people, this time there was not even the most basic explanation, only two confusing words.

A faint sigh at the end of the season.

"So, I still have to face Qing Yuan."

……

In the blank world, the nine-tailed fox sat on a wooden chair, picked up the teacup, blew away the hot steam on the teacup, and took a sip.

Opposite him sat a thin and blurry figure, making it difficult to see his appearance. He looked like a teenager, but also like a tired young man. The teacup was placed on the wooden table in front of him. He turned his head and looked into the distance.

The nine-tailed fox seemed to be sighing and spoke softly.

"I originally thought that you would do more, spend more time guiding him, teaching him what to do, or at least give him a direction, instead of leaving him confused like now."

The thin figure heard the Nine-Tailed Fox's sigh, turned around, smiled, and opened his lips stiffly, "I'm just a dead man."

"Why should the dead interfere with the choices of the living?"

As he spoke, he raised his eyes, his dark pupils gazing into the endless distance.

"I did what I should have done, and I also did what I shouldn't have done."

"After all, I'm not someone like you who has lived almost as long as the universe. I'm just an ordinary person living in this world."

"All I can do for him is to give him the right to choose in this cruel world."

The gaze into the distance gradually withdrew, and the thin man closed his eyes and stopped looking.

"The longer I watch, the more reluctant I become, and the more I want to interfere."

"He is just my child, not the continuation of my life. He has his own insights, his own ideas, and his own things he wants to do."

"I believe in him. One day, we will meet again at the source."

The nine-tailed fox nodded, straightened his body, and lay back. He breathed a long sigh, as if letting go of years of depression.

He smiled, looked up at the sky, and recalled his daughter whom he had just met not long ago.

"Maybe, maybe it's as you said."

"After all, flowers in a greenhouse will never bloom with stunning fragrance."

"After all, everything has just begun."

"I sincerely hope that your wish will come true."

"At least in this respect, my intentions are the same."

The figure sitting on the wooden chair opposite was long gone, leaving behind only the untouched, cold tea.

In the dark world, next to the huge water mill, the thin figure stood there silently hand in hand with another figure, gazing at everything in the distance, sincerely wishing that the children who are still surviving in the cruel world can live happily.

"As long as we are alive, there is still a possibility of reunion."

"As long as we are alive, there is still hope for reunion."

"As long as... I'm alive..."

……

"sure?"

In the Ji family hall, a man knelt on the ground with his forehead pressed against the ground, and began to report in a trembling voice.

"Minion...I'm sure."

“According to the young master, he personally witnessed the crown made of the scorching sun and the crescent moon being placed on Ji Mo.

Ji Kongliang tapped the armrest lightly, "Dong, Dong, the sound coincided with the heartbeat of the servant kneeling on the ground."

Every time it sounded, the servant's heart would vibrate violently, as if it was about to explode, making him sweat profusely and his whole body tremble.

After a long time, Ji Kongliang raised his hand, waved it and asked the servant to go out. The servant, who was almost paralyzed, dragged his tired body out, and the spacious clan hall fell into silence again.

"[Sun and Moon Shine Together]?"

"Even if I'm dead, I'm still unwilling to give up?"

Ji Kongliang's pupils were slightly shining, and his cold eyes wanted to kill everything. The air seemed to condense under his suppression.

"Go, bring him back."

"If you don't come back, I'll kill you."

At the same time, at the other end of the Ji family, Ji Wuya was telling his grandfather Ji Kongming everything that happened in the secret realm, until the end, when he looked at Ji Mo, who was wearing a crown, on the stairs.

Ji Kongming responded with a smile until he coaxed Ji Wuya out of the room.

The gentle smile disappeared, leaving only emotion and murderous intent.

"[Sun and Moon Shine Together] Ah, it's been a long time since we last met."

"I haven't heard anything about him since that kid died."

"Xiao Liu, please invite him back. If he doesn't come back, kill him."

He spoke softly into the shadows in the room, and suddenly thought of something.

"If I remember correctly, he was assigned to Xiaoyun's team before."

"Please protect the others and don't let them get hurt."

"Well, that's it."

The dead silence darkened a little, as if a figure had been pulled out of it.

……

In Jingtian Pavilion, the girl lying on the sofa woke up leisurely. She sat up straight, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and yawned lazily, as if she had a long dream.

In the kitchen, there was the sound of boiling water and the occasional sound of spatulas colliding. Zhao Ruoxi stood up and walked over there.

She stood quietly outside the door, watching the young man inside busying himself, and she spoke softly.

"Does it look good?"

The boy was startled by the sudden voice. He turned around and glared at the girl fiercely, but the spiritual energy condensed in his body stopped the moment he saw Zhao Ruoxi.

"You scared me to death. What are you doing? Speak up next time. Why are you just like your parents? You keep appearing next to me out of nowhere, without giving me any time to react."

"Even though only a few people can enter here, that doesn't prevent me from being frightened and instinctively fighting back."

The young man spoke weakly, feeling very angry but unable to vent his anger on Zhao Ruoxi.

She is an ancestor, a real ancestor. If you accidentally make her cry, you will definitely suffer the consequences.