Chapter 80 is coming, but unfortunately, no matter how much trouble it causes...

Unfortunately, no matter how Shi Wenzhe questioned 001, he couldn't get any answers. It seemed very afraid of that abnormal signal and kept sounding the alarm, giving Shi Wenzhe a headache. Only after Qingzhu had gone far away and even the scent had dissipated did the alarm stop. And after that, it never made a sound again.

Shi Wenzhe often forgets that she is a time traveler, all thanks to 001. Because 001 is a habitual zombie, she never reminds her to do business or complete her tasks. She goes with the flow and has been drifting along until now, almost blending into every flower and tree.

She thought to herself that Qingzhu and 001's unusual behavior was a very good sign; she might really be about to finish this storyline and return to the world of Youqin Wenxue.

Finally... I can go back to his side.

The war between immortals and demons has ended, and although the ending was not perfect, it is finally over.

The four major sects concealed the truth, ashamed to reveal that it was the betrayal of their own disciples that led to this genocide, and pinned the blame on the demon race. A portion of the Peach Blossom Valley's bloodline survived and was not wiped out, but it was affected by the malevolent energy and became a bit ugly.

The Thousand Mile Bay where the four major sects withdrew that day was actually excessively beautiful. One Foot Snow was the Sword Sect, whose disciples cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness. Dressed in white, they resembled white lotus flowers blooming from the mud compared to the withered world.

I often hear people plucking and touching them, and I think they look like fluttering flower buds, quite pretty.

From that time on, the demon race became monsters that everyone hated.

Linglong seemed tired and didn't argue. She was forced by Xuantianmen to retreat to a radius of a thousand miles around Peach Blossom Valley and was not allowed to leave.

Looking at the barren demon territory, Shi Wenzhe couldn't tell that this was the original form of Huangquan Biluo and Shifang City.

In truth, Shi Wenzhe didn't understand. After Linglong's Nirvana, his cultivation was now completely different from before. There was no one in the entire Zhaoyao Continent who could rival him. Why didn't he lead the demon race to fight back? Even if he didn't vindicate himself, it would be good to vent his anger.

But Linglong just wouldn't fight back, looking like she'd lost her wife, and was gloomy all day long.

Damn it... Shi Wenzhe thought to himself, "Zhaohua didn't die, did she?"

Humans are still treacherous and cunning, absolving themselves of all responsibility and presenting themselves as righteous and perfect, while slandering the demon race and distorting the truth.

They are admired and worshipped by the world, but the demon race is forever plagued by rumors and slander.

Shi Wenzhe felt utterly disgusted at this moment, ashamed of her human soul. She didn't know what to say, so she pointed at the old man from Xuantianmen and started cursing. She cursed for eighty-one days straight, each day filled with vile and disgusting words. Even so, when she saw the remaining demons cowering in Peach Blossom Valley, living cautiously, she still felt a pang of heartache and couldn't swallow her anger.

Why? They just want to live a good life.

But even the price of living is so high.

The war ended, and finally there was no more bloodshed and killing. But Peach Blossom Valley could never be the same again. It was no longer beautiful, no longer a nurturing ground for all living beings, but had grown claws and fangs and become a man-eating monster.

The malevolent aura obscured the sun, and the light still did not favor this land. The demon race, barely clinging to life, was filled with anxiety every day.

Shi Wenzhe sat on the edge of the mountaintop, lowering his legs to the empty cliff face and gazing at the creatures below.

Endless black mist rose from the bottom of the mountain, like a gaping maw of an abyss.

Linglong became the leader of the demon race. Shi Wenzhe saw the shadow of the future Flower-Carrying Venerable on his straight and sharp back.

They had hope for survival and built their living area around the peach tree. Shi Wenzhe felt immense comfort as he watched the houses gradually increase in number.

Life is always tenacious.

One day, Lu Ming ran up the mountain from the foot of the mountain, carrying a handful of soil in his hands. He was careful and nervous. Many little demons curiously gathered around him, and Shi Wenzhe also gathered around. He saw a green seedling trembling and sprouting in the handful of soil.

Lu Ming was surrounded by layers upon layers of people, with many demons laughing and crying, so excited that they were incoherent. Shi Wenzhe stood there dumbfounded, looking at the gray sky and thinking, "How wonderful, new life has graced Peach Blossom Valley."

Lu Ming smiled brightly, raising his hands as if to reach for the sky. He said happily to his people, "It is Green Grass, which can grow in land filled with malevolent energy. We will plant it slowly and nurture it slowly. One day, the malevolent energy will dissipate, and Peach Blossom Valley will be covered with green grass, returning to its original state!"

His smile was so radiant that Wen Zhe dared not look directly at him, his eyes filled with sorrow and bitterness.

She smiled wearily, her pent-up frustration almost crushing her frail body.

Every day they met with joy and laughter, but sorrow lurked beneath the joy, watching them with predatory intent.

Shi Wenzhe couldn't help but think, "With Linglong and Zhaohua around, the ending might be different, and maybe life really will get better and better."

But... that predetermined path leading to the ending has been reached.

That day, Peach Blossom Valley was silent and deserted, just like on the eve of the great battle. Occasionally, the sound of a goose puffing out its neck and searching here and there could be heard on the winding path. It looked comical. She felt like a chief eunuch, always busy, pointing fingers at the future of the demon race. No one knew her mutterings, but she gradually found herself enjoying herself in the daily grind.

In fact, she had a premonition that the appearance of those demons was gradually becoming terrifying and ugly. When night fell, she would always feel uneasy about the coming of tomorrow.

Today, the sword hanging overhead has finally fallen.

At the foot of the mountain, a large number of demons gathered together, huddled together, their faces filled with fear and trembling, like lambs huddled together for warmth in winter.

A person lay on the ground, face blurred, body thin, with blood flowing beneath them. Shi Wenzhe approached with heavy footsteps and labored breathing, his heart breaking.

It was a tree spirit, perhaps its true form was also rooted in some part of Peach Blossom Valley. What it drew from the soil was not the nutrients that would help it grow into a towering tree, but the malevolent energy that would lead it to the abyss. Therefore, it lost its mind faster than other demons and became a creature that was neither human nor ghost much faster.

Shi Wenzhe knew him. He was very pretty, with green eyes, delicate features, and a cheerful disposition. More than once, Shi Wenzhe was reminded of Linglong from the past because of his green eyes, so he always paid extra attention to him.

Unexpectedly, the other party's death came first.

He committed suicide. His friends advised him to wait until Linglong returned home and Zhaohua responded, then perhaps he could be saved.

But he just gave a bitter laugh. His once handsome face had become rugged and ugly, and his green eyes were murky. The tree demon stared blankly at the mountain peak, where there was a peach tree, the mountain god of Peach Blossom Valley.

The mountain god pities the demon race and has protected them ever since the war between immortals and demons; he knows this.

The mountain god was growing weaker day by day, and he knew that the peach trees were about to wither.

The life that Linglong had sustained could not withstand the believers' repeated prayers.

He didn't want the other person's life to decline because of him, and he also wanted to prevent the prayer from starting so that Zhaohua wouldn't be caught in a dilemma, because the number of demons dying would only increase in the future.

Having survived the end of the war and witnessed the gradual restoration of Peach Blossom Valley, they should not be greedy, nor should they... cause the mountain god any more trouble.

Since then, Peach Blossom Valley has been like Pandora's box, where lives could be lost at any moment. But they seem to stick to the old ways, never disturbing Zhaohua, and never praying for the protection of the mountain god as before.

The number of demons in the tribe dwindled, and Linglong grew increasingly silent, a hint of madness creeping into her eyes. Zhaohua's soul remained weak and powerless; Nanwu's sacrifice seemed to have only given him a brief moment of lucidity before he returned to his former self, gradually becoming transparent.

Peach Blossom Valley during that period... was simply hell on earth.

Every demon knew their fate, whether accepting it calmly or not, they all silently accepted their destiny, their eyes dimmed to the point of losing all hope for life.

Shi Wenzhe cried every day. She felt that she was really useless, weak and powerless. Heaven had sent her here, but she couldn't even save a single person. What was the point of her coming here?

Until one day, an old man with faltering steps ran up from the foot of the mountain. The old man was sallow and thin, and looked like a skeleton covered by a tattered cloth from a distance. He was just a small clump.

He seemed to have hesitated for a long time, pacing back and forth outside the cave, his steps growing increasingly hurried, tears streaming down his face. Beside him sat other elderly men, their faces gaunt and weary, leaning against the stone wall, barely breathing, all silently watching him.

As the old man stepped away from the cave and ran towards the mountaintop, a power ignited in their eyes, a power that concealed scheming, making their gaunt faces appear distorted... Shi Wenzhe felt a chill in her heart for a moment, unable to believe what she was seeing. She frantically followed the old man up the mountain, not knowing what to do, yet despair filled her entire chest.

The sun that day must have been hidden behind thick clouds, with only a faint glimmer of light. This glimmer of light illuminating the desolate Peach Blossom Valley was already a great blessing.

Shi Wenzhe hurriedly ran to the top of the mountain. The branches of the peach tree gradually became wider and more complete in her eyes, revealing its full appearance.

Shi Wenzhe then realized with a start that it had been a very long time since she had properly looked at the peach tree.

The peach trees, once lush, strong, and vibrant; peach trees that would never fall even if the heavens and earth collapsed; peach trees that, like gods, would never perish. Now, they are withered, shriveled, and decaying.

His leaves are no longer lush and green, his flowers are no longer vibrant, and the way he stands on the mountaintop is like a tree that has been cut in half, its crown collapsed, old and frail.

Zhao Hua paused, looking at the newcomer in surprise.

The old man, tears streaming down his face, knelt tremblingly before Zhaohua, revealing beneath his robe a curled-up, lifeless baby girl.

Shi Wenzhe felt a constant panic. She took two steps back, unable to utter any more words of reproach. The pent-up anger in her chest caused her to vomit blood twice, as if she were expelling her anger along with it.

She has no right to blame anyone.

"My lord, please save her!" the old man pleaded, kneeling before her.

Zhao Hua walked in slowly, gently stroking the baby girl's face with her fingertips, as if looking at her own child, with boundless tenderness.

Zhao Hua smiled and nodded, as if she had expected this.

Since then, the rigid rules of Peach Blossom Valley have been quietly broken, and more and more people have come to the tree, praying for health and life as they have prayed for thousands of years.