After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

A sword light suddenly ripped through the sky, and someone landed at the foot of the snow-covered Kunlun Mountains. Curious, they bent down and picked up something, their eyes sparkling as they looked at the "little guy" in their arms.

But before he could look at it for long, a cold aura pressed against his neck, and a young man, without saying a word, carefully yet forcefully snatched the shimmering, exquisitely beautiful little bird from his arms.

His gaze was gentle.

"Who are you? How dare you act so presumptuously in Kunlun!"

"The Chongming Divine Clan has come to take the princess home."

The man glanced at the snow-covered figure in the distance and raised an eyebrow: "So someone was guiding you, to rekindle old friendships."

The boy remained silent, clutching the precious treasure tightly to his chest. He tore open the rift in time and space, then turned and left. Before departing, he whispered a "thank you" to the person in the distance.

"Kunlun has reappeared. I will wait here for my senior brothers and sisters. Until we meet again." The man sheathed his sword, brushed off his clothes, composed himself, and strode into the Kunlun Mountains shrouded in divine mist.

The silhouette of the woman in light rouge watched them all disappear into the wind and snow, and her own figure gradually vanished under the clear snow in the vast sky as the sunlight shifted.

The dark purple sword energy swept across the sky and returned from Penglai. The girl's figure stood outside the Fufeng courtyard. When someone pushed open the door, she bent down, smiled gently at the exquisitely handsome boy in front of her, and placed a delicate and beautiful glass lotus lamp in his hand.

The glass lamp swayed, its interior twinkling with tiny pink starlight, like a faint, luminous flame, instantly illuminating the boy's eyes.

The boy stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly hugged the glass lamp and started crying.

"Maybe she can come back. Are you willing to wait? To wait for a result that will never come?"

"I do, I do..."

The girl nodded and turned to walk towards the remote and isolated Qiming Mountain.

Beneath the Qimingzhai Pavilion, a young man lay down, drinking wine, his body etched with weariness and vicissitudes.

The girl approached him, gently pinched a piece of white paper between her two fingers, and handed it to the young man: "They are no longer bound by rules, their souls will not be scattered and there will be no next life. They have all been reincarnated. I know you must really want to see her. Follow the map and guides, and you can personally bring her back. She is also waiting for you."

The young man shook his head and smiled bitterly, but his fingers gripped the thin map tightly, as if he were clutching his life that had been lost and found again.

“I cannot leave the Tianqian Sect. I am Hai Kunshi. From the moment I was brought back to the Tianqian Sect, I was destined to guard this place forever, guarding the last glimmer of hope…”

"You can leave now. Your mission is not to imprison you here forever." The girl sighed. "The Heavenly Dry Sect is not a place like this."

The young man was taken aback.

Seeing that he understood her meaning, the girl did not linger and transformed herself, arriving at the most special and darkest place in the Tianqian Sect.

There was no sign of life here; day after day, only the coldness remained. The girl crouched down before a stunningly beautiful woman picking flowers and looking down, staring into her eyes as she said, "They will be drawn back to the Heavenly Qian Sect by fate, and you will see her smile at you again."

"However, you must know that humans and ghosts are on different paths. You have cultivated for many years, and some of your relationships should have come to an end long ago. For both of you, it is better not to force things. You still have your own path to walk. Do you understand what I mean?"

The woman paused, picking up a flower, and after a long, long time, tears slowly began to flow.

"I'm glad she's alive, I don't ask for anything else..."

Zhenfeng remained as beautiful as ever, with distinct seasons throughout the year. No matter the season, it was as lovely as a celestial paradise. The young girl stroked her disciple's jade token and gently placed it against the stone tablet engraved with a circular pattern. In an instant, she was teleported to the front of the shimmering, glazed palace.

A large, handsome face suddenly appeared before him. The young man frowned slightly, quite puzzled, and beckoned to his junior brothers and sisters behind him to come and see: "Look, isn't she a junior sister from Sword Peak? How come she has a disciple's jade token from Array Peak? I thought Master had brought back another junior brother or sister!"

The boy and girl behind him were clearly younger than him, but they didn't like to take orders from him. The boy even pouted and secretly rolled his eyes: "Senior brother, when have you ever seen Master come back using a teleportation array? Don't you even know what level of cultivation he has!"

"Hey, you little brat, don't you give me any face in front of outsiders? Especially in front of my adorable junior sister!"

"I'm doing this for my junior sister's own good, so she won't get confused by you."

"Alright, Fu Wennian, it seems I'll have to teach you a lesson on what it means to respect your senior brothers on behalf of your master..."

The girl stood by, watching them fool around, without trying to stop them. She smiled and chatted, and even pulled the girl to sit down at a stone table to watch the show.

However, not long after the play started, her expression suddenly changed, she stood up abruptly, and ran quickly behind her.

"Master!"

In the dappled light and shadow, a tall, handsome young man stood with his hands at his sides, his right hand tightly holding that of a boy. Although the boy was simply dressed, his eyes were bright and clear, and his expression was kind and humble. One glance was enough to make one feel happy and want to be close to him.

"Come and meet your junior brother, Qingya."

She went down the mountain.

She caught one last glimpse of Xuan Ling on her way down the mountain when she encountered Xin Sui leading a girl who looked remarkably like an old friend. The girl, holding his hand, seemed bewildered, but when his beautiful, soft, cloud-like gaze fell upon her, it suddenly brightened, as if illuminating the entire world. Yet, she quickly dismissed that single moment of amazement with a wave of her hand.

"Teach her well."

After saying this, she left the Tianqian Sect.

They will all come back eventually.

But those who return will not be the same people they used to be.

Past grievances, joys and sorrows, have all faded into the past.

In Dongjun, she and Jiang Junze sat facing each other in the pavilion, the cool sea breeze blowing in gusts, carrying a salty dampness that was not found elsewhere.

"Is he okay?"

Jiang Junze held the porcelain cup lid between his fingers and nodded: "Father is very good."

After a moment of silence, she said, "I'm sorry, I can't save my mother, she's already..."

“I know she has been reincarnated. Father has long since abandoned everything to stay with Mother.”

"He shouldn't have done that..."

Jiang Junze sighed and gave a bitter smile: "So what? Even if you can change everything in this world, can you change a person's love and hate? There will always be someone who goes to great lengths to reap the bitter fruits of suffering."

She fell silent again, and after a long while, she said softly, "Brother, I thought you would be the least understanding of these things..."

"Yes," Jiang Junze said with a wry smile. He wouldn't have cared about these romantic entanglements in the past, nor could he understand them, but who could blame him for having such a sister who was entangled in a thousand emotions and had a hundred debts to repay? "This time, are you really leaving?"