Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

Yu Xiangwan knew that Yu Hui was deliberately provoking him and must have some purpose.

But whenever he thought that everything shouldn't be like this, his heart was filled with intense pain, as if it were being eaten by a thousand poisonous insects, and he lost all rationality.

Yu Hui looked at Zhang Jingxue and said.

"You only have this one chance, are you ready?"

Zhang Jingxue nodded.

Ye Zhen'an helped Jing Qiyue to the ground and ran over to stop everything.

However, Wen Nanxin easily blocked it with an isolation array.

He summoned the butterfly and kept flapping and attacking the formation, looking at Yu Hui and Zhang Jingxue with bloodshot eyes.

"What are you going to do to Changning?!"

"Zhang Jingxue!"

Wen Nanxin looked back, his eyes deep and dark, and raised his hand to block out Ye Zhenan's heart-wrenching voice.

He is transcending tribulation.

Ye Zhen'an is just a Hedao and can't do anything to him.

Ye Zhen'an's eyes were gradually filled with fear and despair.

Yu Hui threw the fan in his hand out and it hung in the air.

The ghost energy under Yu Hui's hands continued to surge out and flew towards the fan.

The ghostly aura was like ink, freely splashing on the snow-white fan, and gradually condensed into a vast ink painting.

Looking closely, everything in the painting is lifelike, as if from another world.

Until the ghost energy completely enveloped the fan.

Yu Hui's eyes turned cold and he muttered something.

"Mirror is born!"

"Break, boundary, trace, back!"

In an instant, the wind and clouds shifted, snow fell, and the wind blew violently, and space gradually distorted. A golden light flashed from the Dongche Guanhuo Fan, and the resentment from Yu Xiangwan was continuously absorbed into it.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Xiangwan and Zhang Jingxue suddenly disappeared from the spot and were pulled into the Dongche Guanhuo Fan. They became an inconspicuous dot in the ink painting and disappeared.

The Dongcheguanhuo fan was buzzing, and the ink painting on the fan gradually faded and became transparent.

It returned to its previous snow-white appearance, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Yu Hui looked at the fan in his hand which had regained its composure in an instant, his eyes clear and without any emotion.

Don't make any mistakes this time.

People in the world only know that the Clairvoyant Fire Fan can see into the future and help one avoid disaster and seek good fortune.

What you don't know is that it has another function.

That is to go back in time and turn the world around.

The upstream journey is divided into two sections.

First, you can send people into the past and rewrite the predetermined ending.

Over the past tens of millions of years, he has tried again and again, but always to no avail.

No matter what you do or how you plan, you will follow the predetermined trajectory and move towards the predetermined outcome.

Every time he looks back, he can only stay at that time point, imprisoning himself in the world and waiting for tens of millions of years.

Secondly, using heaven and earth as intermediaries, the truth is concealed and the world is reversed. All things return to a certain node and are reshaped, allowing everything to start over again.

This is no different than the former, where only one person needs to go back to the past to change the future.

This is all things in the world, upstream together, which is extremely costly and dangerous. If they are accidentally discovered by the Heavenly Dao, all their efforts will be in vain, or even wiped out by the Heavenly Dao, and they will never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Moreover, with his strength, the time he can go back in time is limited, and he can only go back five hundred years.

The last time he went upstream, he was seriously injured.

If he were to use the tracing technique again, he might die.

The fish seemed a little dazed, as if it was not swimming upstream.

At this time, Liu Shuli had already become a genius swordsman, and Yu Xiangwan and Yu Jiaoyue also had profound attainments in alchemy and formations, and no one had surpassed them in thousands of years.

The young geniuses came from the same origin, and in just four hundred years, they were one step away from ascending to heaven.

No matter which one of them is taken alone, it is an existence that shocks the world of immortal cultivation.

But at the last moment, they were about to ascend.

He saw that the Dongcheguan Fire Fan could trace back all things, so for his own selfish reasons, he did not hesitate to defy heaven and turn back time five hundred years.

All things return to dust.

Time goes back, and the dead tree goes from being dilapidated to flourishing, sprouting, and finally becoming a small sapling that breaks easily...

When Yu Xiangwan woke up again, it was in modern times.

He had no physical body, just like the four years he had spent in the Dongche Guanhuo Shan.

Here, he saw his childhood self.

Yu Xiangwan didn't understand why Yu Hui and Zhang Jingxue went to such great lengths to send him back to the modern era.

Was it just to let him relive these sixteen years?

Yu Xiangwan could only stay with his little self and could not go anywhere.

At this time, the little boy did not realize that he existed in the void.

There was no light around, only endless darkness.

Although he couldn't see it, Yu Xiangwan knew where it was.

This is the small attic in his house.

There are no windows, no light, only a small door.

It’s not accurate to call it a door.

It is only as tall as a five or six-year-old child and is square in shape.

Yu Xiangwan could feel the fear of the four-year-old Yu Xiangwan.

He sat quietly by the side, not even looking at what was around him.

After all, even after hundreds of years, this small attic was still extremely clear in his memory.

Every brick, every tile, every piece of wood, and every object accompanied him throughout his childhood and adolescence.

Come to think of it, he spent the night before he fell into the water and died here.

Memories that I thought I had long forgotten came flooding back.

Sixteen years.

I have been able to remember everything since I was three years old in this little attic.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yu Xiangwan could clearly feel that the four-year-old Yu Xiangwan next to him was trembling and fainting.

until the next day.

Then there was the sound of high heels clicking on the smooth floor.

Then, an impatient knock on the door sounded in the darkness.

"Get up if you're not dead!"

As he spoke, there was the sound of metal keys jingling together, followed by a crisp "click", and the lock was opened from the outside.

It can be heard that after the lock was opened, it was casually thrown to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The door was not open, but without the shackles of the lock, light seeped in from outside through the crack in the door.

Four-year-old Yu Xiangwan was woken up. Seeing the light coming in, his dull eyes began to light up.

He got up, stumbled over and opened the door.

As soon as I went out, I saw my mother standing at the door and called out timidly.

"Mother."

Yu's mother frowned and glanced at the four-year-old child with disgust.

"You're just like that wimpy dad of yours."

Seeing that the child didn't move, she suddenly shouted loudly. The sharp female voice echoed in the room, as if it could burst people's eardrums.

"Get up quickly!"

The four-year-old child was so frightened that he trembled and climbed up tremblingly, with his head lowered, his hands clutching the hem of his clothes in confusion.

He hadn't eaten anything for a day and a night, not even water.

But he didn't dare speak.

He didn't want to be locked up in the attic anymore.

The last time he was released, he said he was thirsty and was thrown in again and locked up for a day.

Children have a bad memory, but torture day after day will make their bodies remember what to do and what not to do.

Yu's mother looked at the skinny child, who was not even as tall as her legs, with a look like a knife, saying it was bad luck and walked out cursing.

Until I saw Yu's mother leave.

The four-year-old child stood there blankly with his head down for a long time.

Yu Xiangwan knew why he was standing there.

Because sometimes Yu's mother would come back and go crazy again if she couldn't see Yu Xiangwan.

After a while, the thin four-year-old boy raised his head, walked towards the water tank with light steps, not daring to make any sound.