Feeling the person in his arms growing weaker and weaker, Di Moyu's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled slightly as he suppressed his emotions, "I beg you, A-Jue, don't... don't leave me..."

"Rustling..."

However, what responded to him was a falling petal of the rose of Sharon.

As the petals in his palm turned from vibrant to gray, Di Moyu choked back tears, which spilled uncontrollably onto Jun Feijue's cheek.

"Young Master Di is crying..."

This was the first time everyone had ever seen someone as powerful as Emperor Mo Yu shed tears, and they were all stunned, their eyes reddening as well.

The last bloom of the rose of Sharon is beginning to fade...

When Zhan Wushuang and the others arrived just in time, they all stared wide-eyed at the sight and covered their mouths in disbelief.

When the last bloom of the rose completely withers, it signifies that life has entered its final countdown. What withers is not the petals, but the fragments of the soul that are peeled away!

"Little Jue, you can't die! Open your eyes and look at your mother!"

Upon seeing this, Madam Shen rushed over, grabbed Di Moyu's collar and shook him violently, roaring, "Aren't you a reincarnation of a god? Then hurry up and save Xiao Jue! Please save her!"

Faced with Shen's plea, Di Moyu's expression was somewhat blank, as if his soul had gone with Jun Feijue.

The Red Flower Disease is an evil curse originating from the demon realm, specifically targeting the soul and primordial spirit.

They devour the original soul power. If it cannot be eliminated in time, not only will this life be lost, but... Jun Feijue will disappear from this world forever!

It vanished completely, leaving no trace whatsoever…

No...no!

How could his Ah Jue leave him like this? They had promised to be together for all eternity!

"Boom..."

"Click, click..."

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying air pressure erupted around Di Moyu, the sky was filled with swirling clouds, lightning and thunder, as if it were the end of the world.

The wrath of the God Emperor, the might of Heaven and Earth.

Ji Fanya and the others all knew that this was because Di Moyu was furious.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. There is still hope for Master."

Seeing this, Fan Qiyue quickly said, "My ability is to weave dreams. Given Master's current physical condition, he certainly cannot act in person to make you hate him, but he can do so in a dream."

Di Moyu is now only missing his return to his divine form. With his every emotion now in control, he can influence the world. If he were to go berserk, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Dreams, dreams..."

Sure enough, these words made Di Moyu's eyes light up, but he quickly fell silent again, "Hating A-Jue..."

His heart ached terribly. He loved her so much that he couldn't bear to hurt her even in the slightest way.

I can't even bring myself to be angry with her, yet now I feel like hating her.

How can I hate?

How can one hate the person they love most deeply?

There's always a way.

Upon hearing Di Moyu's words, Ji Fanya and the others fell silent.

They both have people they deeply love, so they naturally know that feeling and know that it's not something that can be easily done.

But now, the only thing to do is to try; otherwise, Jun Feijue is doomed.

"Xiao Qi, weave dreams."

Now, time was of the essence for them to hesitate. After a brief silence, Di Moyu issued the order.

"yes."

Fan Qiyue nodded, then said in a somewhat troubled whisper, "Your Majesty, you need to suppress your strength further."