A magical journey of a sharp-tongued woman and a goofy man

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

The air in the fantasy continent was filled with a sense of relief after surviving a catastrophe.

This efficiency is truly remarkable; the potential of China as an infrastructure powerhouse cannot be hidden anywhere.

Look at the speed of reconstruction! Even by modern standards, that would be amazing!

Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye, these two names are now living legends in the fantasy world.

save the world?

That's a plot you only dare to write in novels, and now the two of them have brought it to life.

But even heroes need a break, don't they?

The two returned to where the story began—that quiet little town.

I built a small wooden house with my own hands, facing the sea, where spring is warm and flowers bloom... Well, even without the sea, facing green mountains and clear waters is just as good!

"Sister Li, do you think we should consider retiring here?" Jiang Ye lay lazily in a hammock under the eaves, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, squinting at the villagers working hard in the fields in the distance, looking utterly content.

Ye Shuli was tinkering with her "modern invention" inside the house.

There's no way around it; I'm just born with a mischievous gene and can't stay still.

"Retire in peace? Dream on! Have you forgotten we still have important things to do? The technology tree of this fantasy continent hasn't been fully unlocked yet, how can I settle down and retire in peace?"

Jiang Ye rolled his eyes: "Sister Li, are you really not planning to let this continent go? We finally have world peace, can't you even give people a chance to breathe?"

"Breathe? Sure, once I get the steam engine, generator, telephone... all set up, they can breathe however they want!" Ye Shuli's voice came from inside the house, carrying a "can't stand not causing trouble" vibe.

However, peace is always fleeting.

That morning, Ye Shuli began her cultivation as usual.

Since arriving in the fantasy continent, she has never stopped improving her abilities.

After all, strength is the only true measure of success, and that applies everywhere.

But today, she felt an unusual fluctuation within her body.

It was an extremely faint yet incredibly familiar aura. Like… the power of fate?

"Wait a minute, didn't I kill the Lord of Fate? Why am I still feeling this way?" Ye Shuli frowned, carefully sensing the aura.

It was so well hidden that she wouldn't have been able to detect it if she hadn't been exceptionally sensitive to the power of fate.

She immediately stopped cultivating, ran outside, and grabbed Jiang Ye, who was still daydreaming in the hammock.

"Jiang Ye! Wake up! Something's happened!"

Jiang Ye was so shaken that he was completely disoriented and wide awake.

"Sister Li, what are you doing so early in the morning? Even if you're up to something, can't you at least let me have breakfast first?"

Ye Shuli had no time for banter and told him directly how she felt earlier.

"I sensed the lingering shadow of the power of fate."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye immediately sobered up.

He jumped off the hammock and looked at Ye Shuli with a solemn expression: "You mean... the Lord of Destiny isn't quite dead yet? That's impossible! Your sword strike back then blasted it into dust!"

“I can’t believe it either, but this feeling is right.” Ye Shuli shook her head. “It seems that fate wasn’t severed, but rather… hidden away.”

"Hide it?" Jiang Ye stroked his chin, lost in thought. "This old guy is really persistent! No, we have to go and take a look, and get rid of him completely, otherwise he'll definitely be a big problem in the future."

The two hit it off immediately and decided to go to the ruins of the former Abyss of Destiny.

That's the lair of the Lord of Fate; perhaps we can find some clues there.

When they returned to that once empty space, the sight before them shocked them.

The abyss, which should have collapsed completely, began to slowly return to its original state.

The spatial rift is gradually closing, and the shattered earth is slowly healing.

A faint whisper filled the air, like countless people whispering to each other, or like the lingering consciousness of the Lord of Destiny echoing.

"What...what's going on?" Jiang Ye stared wide-eyed at everything before him in disbelief. "Could it be that the Lord of Destiny can be resurrected?"

Ye Shuli didn't speak; she just stared intently at the center of the abyss.

There, a blurry figure of light and shadow is slowly emerging.

It has no physical form, yet it carries a strong sense of oppression.

The feeling was like being choked by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.

“Fate… cannot be defied…” A hollow and distant voice came from the light and shadow, as if drifting from the ancient past, “Reincarnation… is irreversible… You… have only… temporarily… broken free of your chains…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the light and shadow suddenly split into several thin streams, which flew off in different directions and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye exchanged a glance, and alarm bells rang in their hearts at the same time, the sound even more piercing than the midnight of Singles' Day.

They realized that these seemingly faint remnants of fate were like cockroaches that could never be killed, and that they might make a comeback one day, threatening to plunge the entire fantasy continent into another bloody storm.

Even more terrifying is that these afterimages might attract each other and eventually merge into an enhanced version of the Fate Boss!

"It seems our retirement plans will have to be postponed indefinitely." Jiang Ye's lips twitched. All he wanted now was to find a quiet place to grow vegetables, raise chickens, and live a carefree and happy life.

But fate is a cruel thing; it just won't let you have a moment's peace.

Ye Shuli's expression also turned serious. She clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking crisply: "This time, we're going to end it completely, and prevent anyone from becoming a victim of fate again. You want to cause trouble? Then let's do something big and expose its entire secrets!"

Jiang Ye looked at the flames burning in her eyes and couldn't help but shiver.

He knew that when Ye Shuli got serious, she was a force that even the Heavenly Dao would tremble over.

"Sister Li, what are you planning to do?" Jiang Ye asked, knowing that Ye Shuli must already have a plan in mind.

Ye Shuli narrowed her eyes, scanning the direction in which the afterimages disappeared, like a cheetah locking onto its prey.

"What else can we do? We'll take them down one by one! Since it likes to play hide-and-seek, let's play along!"

Just as the two were about to track one of the afterimages, Jiang Ye suddenly stopped and grabbed Ye Shuli's hand.

He looked down at her, his tone earnest: "No matter what we face next, I will never let you bear it alone again. Last time, I was too weak and could only watch helplessly as you carried it all by yourself. This time, I will fight alongside you and together we will smash that damned fate's head!"

His gaze was firm and intense, as if he wanted to set Ye Shuli on fire.

Ye Shuli smiled slightly and leaned gently on his shoulder.

Feeling the warmth emanating from him, I felt a surge of strength within me.

"I know you've always been there. With you by my side, I'm not afraid of anything."

Jiang Ye's heart melted instantly.

He reached out and gently put his arm around Ye Shuli's shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Don't worry, Sister Li. With me here, I'll make sure you live the high life, and while I'm at it, I'll scatter that old bastard's ashes!"

The next second, the two figures flashed, transforming into two streaks of light, and sped off in the direction where the afterimage of fate had disappeared.

The wind whistled past their ears, billowing their robes as if cheering for their determination.

What remains are the vows and determinations that linger in the wind, and the abyss of fate that is gradually returning to calm.

Before the abyss of fate, the wind whips up clouds and dust flies, like the opening scene of an apocalyptic movie.

Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye stood side by side, their clothes fluttering in the wind.