Wu Yue stared blankly at the man who was coming on the wind. His short, dark hair was gently tucked behind his ears, and through the mask, she could almost see the bright gleam in his eyes.

There were also beautiful memories within that nightmare, just like the beautiful yet desperate little boy in her memory, who seemed to appear before her eyes magnified.

There was no despair or death about the man, only clarity and brightness. Even the air seemed to be filled with the joy of their reunion.

But no matter what, Wu Yue couldn't take that step.

In the final scene of the nightmare, she exhausted all her divine power and paid a great price to fulfill that plan.

Yes, if all of this is true. She has no regrets at all.

But... she felt something was off. Even though everything seemed so logical, she just felt that something was amiss.

In the Secret Realm of Circularity and Incompleteness, she saw that Mingming, who had fallen into the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, was actually a little girl.

She heard the ghosts calling the little girl "little girl," and she heard the person who saved the girl in the end call her "Moon."

The picture scroll of constructed memories only contains scenes from different perspectives, and no false memories or information will appear.

So.

The masked man froze on the spot when he saw the sudden wariness and vigilance on Wu Yue's face, and his raised hand also froze in mid-air.

At this moment, Wu Yue was unusually calm.

"Did Xuanwu reveal our whereabouts to my brother and lure us here? Was that your plan?"

Even now, he still can't accept hearing Wu Yue call Cheng Pingxi "brother." His face twitched slightly beneath the mask, and upon hearing the chilling question that followed, he suddenly realized that the situation was different from what he had expected.

Meeting Wu Yue's cold, questioning gaze, he showed no sign of backing down and nodded in response: "It's my plan. I want to see you."

The clues in my mind are gradually becoming clearer.

"You had Qingjin lead me to the hut, let me discover the goldfish stone, and made me experience everything—was that all intentional on your part? What did you want me to see?"

The man looked at her intently: "Before this, you must have thought you were all alone, without any family. Because in your memory, you signed a quick transmigration contract with Gilly from the very beginning."

“You seem to know me better than I know myself.” Wu Yue stared at the man, unable to suppress a smile, which was quite meaningful.

The man was unaffected by Wu Yue's laughter and continued, "Before the contract, all your memories were stripped away."

A loose string in Wu Yue's mind suddenly tightened, and countless scattered fragments of clues sprang together: "The one abandoned by Heaven's Dao is not you, but... me. Isn't that right?"

Wu Yue found it hard to describe her feelings at this moment. She felt sorry for everything A Tan had endured in her nightmares and hated the heavenly punishment and the ghost cave that had been cast upon him. Now, she realized that she was the one who had suffered, and the pain and unease were deeply imprinted in her heart, yet she also felt a sense of relief.

On the roof of the cottage, Yan Chiyu, bound by a spell and a barrier, listened quietly to their conversation, and to the girl softly ask her question, "Do you think I was wrong?"

-

The news that a new God of Books would be born on the first day of spring caused a sensation throughout the entire world of Shan Hai.

The four divine beasts, along with Bai Ze and Jiao Duan who serve the God of Books, also arrived early, in the darkness of dawn, and lay down in front of the God of Books' cave to await the arrival of the new life.

"I want to be the first to hug the Book God baby!" At this moment, Zhuque still looked like a goddess, her eyes filled with love, hiding all her tenderness in them.

The horn grunted twice and said, "I am the beast that serves the God of Books, I'll hug him first!"

The white tiger held up a lotus flower that had been specially found and nurtured for hundreds of years in the southern part of the mountain, and said with a smile, "I have prepared a lotus flower cradle for the Book God baby, so that he can cultivate spiritual power while he sleeps in the future."

Bai Ze glanced at the Buddha Lotus and teased, "I didn't expect you to be so generous, little white tiger. The Buddha Lotus is a divine medicine that Fu Zhu has nurtured for 50,000 years, and you're using it as a cradle."

Baihu chuckled, "Of course I'm willing to give it to the God of Books; I want to give him the best in the world."

The Azure Dragon flicked its tail. "I'm going to take him all over the world of mountains and seas. Hmph, only I can take him to the heavens and the earth."

On the last half-day of winter, the world was covered in silver, and the freezing cold could not extinguish the enthusiasm and anticipation of the mythical creatures from the mountains and seas.