After the modification to be ruthless, the big guys begged me to pamper them on their knees?

All the chaos was drowned out by the heavy rain, and everything seemed to have returned to calm. The departing spirit boat was still heading in its original direction. The immortal gate withdrew, and the guards in the imperial capital were already cleaning up the battlefield.

Luqiao and Protector Ying rushed to the imperial capital, but did not see their imperial teacher again.

Elder Mu and others quietly left the scene with their disciples.

Lou Chenyan and others didn't understand why, but were nearly killed by several guardians and had to flee.

The first ray of golden sunlight appeared on the horizon. The moment the sunlight hit the earth, people who had been hiding for a long time appeared. The light was a little dazzling, so they raised their hands to cover it gently. The light shining through their fingers was brilliant, as if indicating that the darkness had all gone away.

Everyone seemed to be busy with their own affairs. No one knew that when the sun came out, a man in white clothes carried the unconscious woman in gold clothes across the mountain path and into the cold palace.

The woman was not injured, she was just sleeping. Her body was clean, without any signs of mess. It was obvious that the man cherished her very much. However, the man who was still unconscious was unaware of all this. He just held the person in his arms, lowered his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him. He frowned even in his sleep, and no one knew why.

The hazy darkness made the memories in her mind swirl. Ye Fei's consciousness was groggy, jumping back and forth between wakefulness and sleep, which was very annoying. But she couldn't wake up and could only look at those memories over and over again.

The power of the Zhuxian Formation and the Yunhan Immortal Venerable were intertwined and mixed with each other. The spiritual power was domineering and sharp. Everything was too chaotic that Ye Fei could not feel much.

All she could see was the demon's ferocious face and the unwavering gaze of her companion behind her.

And there is the system that is always by her side and never far away.

The system can be called the Way of Heaven.

A little baby in a green skirt, about four or five years old, stood in front of her. The liveliness and joy in her eyes were gone. She was neither sad nor happy. The world seemed to be hidden in her eyes, and she could also see all living beings.

She stared at Ye Fei, and at the moment the battle ended, before Ye Fei fell into a coma, she said:

"Host, my identity has been exposed, and it's time for me to leave. There are still some things I haven't been able to tell you until now. I'll tell you everything before I leave."

"The nine bronze tripods belong to the Human Emperor. They contain the power to defy fate and change destiny. You can use it when necessary. In our previous lives, we never discovered Yun Han's identity as a demon. He is not afraid of the nine tripods or the Human Emperor. He is not an ordinary demon. You must be careful."

"That's all I can say, host. Take care."

The wind whistled past her ears, and the system disappeared in front of her.

Ye Fei could no longer recall what the scene was like. She only knew that after the system left, the scene was in chaos. She was held hostage by Yun Han, and her companions were missing one after another.

What happened next...

She disappeared from sight.

The recollection of the system came to an abrupt end at this moment, and Ye Fei was once again in darkness. But at that moment, she felt the tremor coming from the depths of her soul, and the erased memories were reviving bit by bit.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, filling her mind and lingering.

A huge pain came along with deep memories, and all the previous confusion and puzzlement were finally answered at this moment.

Mass graves.

The sky was gray, crows swarmed in groups, corpses were scattered everywhere, and the stench of decay filled the air.

A figure about two or three years old crawled out from the pile of corpses. She was small, with fair skin, which was now stained with dirt, like a little beggar. She sat on the ground, looking at the surrounding situation in a daze. Soon, her eyes turned red and tears fell. Finally, among the pile of corpses, she found her father and mother.

Both of them were dead, their faces were pale, and crows were circling above their bodies. No matter how she cried and screamed, her father and mother did not wake up.

How could a little girl understand the separation of life and death? She only knew that she cried for a long time. Not long after, an old man came and looked at the crying little girl on the ground with pity, sighing: