I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

When the electronic screen lit up again, a white electronic voice announced: "Congratulations, host, the control room has approved your plan."

"You agree too?" Having agreed so easily, Fan Zhiyi actually felt a little guilty.

Having partnered with Fan Zhiyi for so many years, Bai Bai knew exactly what Fan Zhiyi was thinking. For the first time ever, he actually comforted him: "Don't worry, host. Once the ghostly energy in the Ghost Gate dissipates to the point where the sect is no longer needed, I can leave to do other tasks. I only need to come back to check on things periodically. Besides, this was originally a task that I shared with you."

After saying that, Bai Bai sighed, "The world of cultivation is such a hassle; it always drags the system down with it."

"Oh, speaking of which, you've been my partner for so long, and you haven't told me anything," Fan Zhiyi complained. "And you've been trying to trick me at every turn."

"..."

"How much time is left in that world, after an hour and a half?"

"half an hour."

Okay, then I'll go back a few more minutes later. There are still some things I don't understand: "Bai Bai, why did Bing Nan Dong come to the real world in the first place?"

"The original book gave Bing Nandong too much energy, which caused him to accidentally break through the world barrier after he first reached the point of destroying the world at the end of the original book, and his soul fell into the host's world." Bai Bai patiently explained, "In addition, I guess the host is also very curious about why he lost his memory. This is the result of the conflict between the male protagonist's power, the host's will, and the system's proposition."

"What the hell?" He couldn't understand again.

"The male protagonist possesses immense spiritual power, to the point where he can influence the world. Therefore, even the system residing within the host's body is occasionally affected, resulting in signal disruptions and an inability to contact the host. Against this backdrop, the male protagonist desires for the host to return to his childhood, and the host also shares this desire. However, in order to maintain the order of the original world, the system does not allow this to happen. Thus, amidst the confrontation between the three forces, the host transmigrates to the wrong time and encounters the male protagonist in his youth, but suffers amnesia."

Fan Zhiyi nodded: "I see." He had no further questions. "Let's go."

"The host's body has been confirmed dead in this world and cannot return."

Fan Zhiyi's eyes turned cold: "If I don't go back, are you sure Bing Nandong will listen to you?"

"Therefore, the system has attached a request for the host to return when submitting the solution to the main control. Please wait a moment."

"..."

"Bai Bai, you've changed," Fan Zhiyi said. "But thank you anyway."

"...Host, I still don't understand."

Fan Zhiyi looked up and patted its electronic screen: "Actually, you already understand much more than the system here."

***

Bing Nandong, Jin Wu, and Zhuang Yujing were still waiting at the gates of hell, but everyone looked pale. Bing Nandong held Fan Zhiyi tightly, his gaze fixed ahead, seemingly looking at something.

While waiting, I watched Bing Nandong practice a technique, and he managed to barely suppress the ghostly energy.

Cen Jun finally arrived during this time. He had endured a horrific battle with the evil spirit and barely managed to win. Seeing this scene upon arrival, he wisely refrained from asking any questions.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of them who looked exactly like Zhuang Yujing, except that his eyes were cold and inhuman.

Zhuang Yujing frowned and stood up to block the way: "Zhuang Shan, how did you get in?"

This is the tree spirit that Zhuang Yujing brought back. In the past, when Zhuang Yujing went out, it would transform into Zhuang Yujing's appearance and sit in the Nine Thousand Miles, pretending that Zhuang Yujing was still there.

The other party's voice was still Zhuang Yujing's voice, but the way they spoke was like a machine: "Agreement has been reached with host Fan Zhiyi to become a valve."

Zhuang Yujing didn't understand, so she looked at Jin Wu, the only one who remained calm.

Today I only recited "Amitabha Buddha" once.

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong's eyes darkened, and he immediately stared intently at the lifeless Fan Zhiyi in his arms.

It worked, so why isn't he/she awake yet?

Is it because it's inside the Gate of Hell?

Yes, yes, that must be it!

Bing Nandong picked him up and ran towards the gate of hell. He ran very fast, remembering that snowy night at Tianyun Gate when he was a teenager, and the darkness before the clear day when he was young. He always ran so fast and so urgently, but he could never catch up with the other person.

Zhiyi... Fan Zhiyi...

Bing Nandong emerged from the Gate of Hell. The golden net in the sky was torn away, and the icy wind and snow whipped at his face, ruffling his disheveled hair. But he paid no heed, looking down at Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi's pale face was calm, and his eyes were tightly closed.

Bing Nandong said nothing, but carried him forward. The blood that had congealed dripped onto the snow due to the large movement, leaving dark red marks.

He An, Xu Qing, and Xiao Man stood at the front, while all the cultivators remained silent, simply moving to the sides to make way.

Zhuang Yujing followed for a few steps and then stopped, watching Bing Nandong's back, and fiercely wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

Zhiyi's body temperature had never been so cold, colder than on countless nights before.

There is never spring near the snow-capped mountains.