When Helian Xiao mentioned coming here, Meng Wanwan already suspected that he knew something.

So this time she didn't say anything, she just listened quietly.

Helian Xiao sighed: "Just as you think, this place was prepared by your grandfather a long time ago. And he already knows everything that happened today."

Helian Xiao's gaze deepened, and he said to Zhu Ting, "The Scroll of All Heavens, it's real, isn't it?"

Zhu Ting stared blankly at him, her mind a complete mess.

"The Scroll of All Heavens..."

Helian Xiao continued, "According to the information released by Baili Chuan, the Scroll of All Heavens is the mental cultivation method of the All Heavens Clan. It is said that by learning the Scroll of All Heavens, one can glimpse the secrets of heaven. If the old master Zhu really learned the Scroll of All Heavens, then it would not be surprising if he could see your future and arrange all of this for you."

Meng Wanwan suddenly said, "My dad knows too, doesn't he?"

Helian Xiao nodded: "Yes, it was on the second night you stayed at the Zhu family's house, the same night I went to your house, that Old Master Zhu found us and told us everything. And we told him the truth about this place."

Helian Xiao sighed, "Master Zhu saw everything in the future, so naturally he could see who we were. So it's possible that he thought we were the ones who could change Miss Zhu's fate. At first, we thought this place was just someone's memory, but now I think it's more like a sealed point in time, which is why we can intervene in the story instead of just watching."

"But the story within the intervention nodes cannot change what the old masters saw about Miss Zhu's future."

"Therefore, the old gentlemen guessed that at this juncture, there was a truth that the owner of this painting wanted us to know."

Why should an experience be sealed away?

Isn't it to let others know what really happened here?

And this event is most likely something that people have already forgotten.

Once this thing is found, the mystery should be solved.

As for what the mystery is, the answer is obvious.

It must be related to the Scroll of the Heavens.

Meng Wanwan and the others had roughly figured out the truth of the matter, and Zhu Ting seemed to be gradually sorting out his thoughts as well.

She sat on the ground, her eyes becoming distant.

She said, "You mean this is just a world within a painting? And the place I live in is just someone's memory. In this memory, without your intervention, I would be silently taken away by Bailichuan. But if I am taken away, your so-called mystery will remain unsolved, and everything will have to start all over again."

Meng Wanwan didn't know how to comfort her. No one understands the feeling of being lost and helpless when you know you're an illusion.

But clearly, she has a heartbeat, she breathes, she can communicate, she is gentle and kind, and she also gave Meng Wanwan warmth.

How could such a person be an illusion?

She is just a real person who exists in a different world!

She held Zhu Ting's hand and whispered, "Sister Ting, no matter what, I will not let them hurt you."

Zhu Ting raised her hand to stroke Meng Wanwan's small face, a gentle smile appearing on her pale face.

She turned to look at Helian Xiao: "If... I mean, if the mystery is solved, what will happen to the painting?"

Helian Xiao was older after all, and had traveled to more places and experienced more strange things.

He considered it for a moment and said, "If the mystery is solved and that person's wish is fulfilled, this painting will probably... disappear."

Zhu Ting suddenly laughed: "Is that so? That's good too. We don't have to repeat the same fate of being hunted down and taken away over and over again, do we?"

"Although I've experienced it again and again, I have no memory of the previous events. But now that I think about it, the person who maintains this memory must have been very tired."

Her clear eyes looked at Meng Wanwan, her fingertips brushing against the stray hairs by Meng Wanwan's ear: "Baby, don't be sad, and don't blame yourself. If this painting is truly a result of remembering, then I believe that one day, we will meet again."

"Perhaps, that is the meaning of this painting, who knows?"

"Sister Ting!" Meng Wanwan hugged her waist, her heart filled with unbearable sorrow.

So what if it's a virtual world?

She still couldn't bring herself to cross her own bottom line, even in a virtual world, to exchange kindness for her own gain.

In her previous life, although she never helped an old lady cross the street, she never killed a kind NPC in a game, nor did she cyberbully anyone.

However, this time, it wasn't a black-and-white question, but a multiple-choice question.

Just as Zhu Ting said, perhaps remembering is for the sake of meeting again in the future.

A blue light shone from the cave entrance, and Meng Xiuyi's figure gradually approached.

His body was covered in bloodstains, but his hair was still in place and his face remained gentle and refined.

Are you alright?

He walked up to Meng Wanwan and asked softly.

Meng Wanwan looked up at him with her big, misty eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.

Meng Xiuyi picked her up and gently comforted her, "It's okay, everything will pass."

Meng Wanwan quickly asked him, "Daddy, are you hurt?"

Meng Xiuyi smiled and shook her head.

Zhu Ting called out, "Uncle Meng, you know the answer, right?"

Meng Xiuyi nodded slightly: "Yes."

Zhu Ting smiled: "But for the sake of the child, you've kept it a secret all this time."

Meng Xiuyi sighed: "It's not just for her..."

Having walked the path of cultivation for sixty years, he firmly follows his own path and is naturally able to make his choices without any burden.

However, he also hopes that Meng Wanwan can find the truth she wants to know and make the choice she wants to make.

Instead of making cold, indiscriminate choices for the sake of gain.

The path of cultivation is indeed extremely dangerous, but if one abandons the bottom line and principles of humanity in pursuit of gain, then one will lose one's own path.

Life experiences are also a form of self-cultivation, and Meng Xiuyi didn't want Meng Wanwan to miss out.

Even now, he hopes Meng Wanwan can follow her heart and make a choice. Should she give up and let Zhuting continue to exist in this void, or should she follow Zhuting's wishes and end it here?

Helian Xiao couldn't understand Meng Xiuyi's teaching methods. The path of cultivation was perilous and difficult, and the strong were always respected. Was such emotional decision-making really a good thing?

But that's their business, and he won't interfere.

So he shouldered his greatsword and said, "There are still sounds of fighting outside. I'll go out and take a look."

As he walked out, he sighed, "Alas, they fought like this for a scroll of the heavens whose authenticity is unknown. If the world in the painting is like this, then how tragic must the real past have been!"

Meng Wanwan looked at Zhu Ting and saw her suddenly shudder.

Then he smiled brightly: "The Scroll of All Heavens, I really don't know what it is. I suppose Uncle Meng's answer isn't this either?"

Meng Xiuyi nodded slightly: "Mm."

"What...is that?" Zhu Ting's voice was unusually calm.

There is a sense of liberation and carefree ease.

Meng Xiuyi looked at the silent Meng Wanwan.

He understood that Meng Wanwan had made her choice.

He sighed softly and said calmly.

"Your name".