The heavy rain pattered down on Holy Fire City, but not a single drop fell on Su Liuli.

He held Su Nian's body, knelt in the center of the Foundation Establishment group's arena, head down, without saying a word.

The sober monks mourned in silence, letting the torrential rain wash over them.

But not everyone is willing to mourn Su Nian.

Ye Hua waded through the puddles in the torrential rain, walking step by step to Su Liuli's side and extending his hand.

"Master, my senior brother is tired. Give him to me, and I will take care of him."

His voice was polite, but anyone could sense the murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

Su Liuli held Su Nian in her arms, lowered her head, and asked, "Are you going to keep pretending? Ye Hua, I saw everything."

Ye Hua remained silent, then slowly drew his longsword.

He looked down at Su Liuli, who was kneeling on the ground holding Su Nian, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"You could have just pretended you didn't know anything, so why... did you have to do what he did and go against me?"

The effects of the Mahayana stage trial card have not yet expired. Now, if Ye Hua wants to kill Su Liuli, it will be as easy as crushing an ant.

Su Liuli did not answer Ye Hua's question. Instead, she raised her head and looked at him with an interrogative gaze: "From beginning to end, was it you who colluded with the demons and murdered your fellow disciples?"

Ye Hua remained silent.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and shouted hysterically, "It's all their fault! If everyone had just pretended not to see anything, I would have been fine. I only took the lives of a few insignificant commoners, but they all... insisted on reporting me. I had no choice but to kill them all! It's not my fault! It's all their fault!"

Su Liuli gave a self-deprecating laugh, "So, were all those oaths you took when you joined the sect false?"

"It's just taking an oath upon joining the clan, isn't that what everyone says? I'm just going through the motions, what's wrong with that?"

“So…” Su Liuli looked at him, her eyes full of disappointment, “You have never been loyal to the sect, and not only that, you have also plotted against the sect, haven’t you?”

Ye Hua's sword landed before Su Liuli's eyes, the blade reflecting her disappointed gaze. Ye Hua said in a suppressed voice, "Don't look at me like that! I hate that look!"

"Heh..." Su Liuli laughed self-deprecatingly and lowered her head.

"What are you laughing at again?!" Ye Hua shouted angrily.

"I laugh. I was so foolish. I had diligently cultivated for over a hundred years, yet I was still deceived by you, wronging Nian'er who treated me like family. It was my ignorance that led to Nian'er's tragic end..." She hugged Su Nian tightly, murmuring softly, her voice filled with regret, "Seeing his most respected master standing beside the demon, how anxious he must have been..."

Memories from her dream surfaced in her mind.

She would never forget the way Nian'er, covered in wounds, looked at her other self with eyes yearning for understanding.

But unfortunately.

That version of myself didn't understand her.

At first, Su Liuli thought it was just a dream that foreshadowed the future.

But after Su Nian unleashed the full power of the Samsara Emperor, she suddenly realized that the Nian'er before her was definitely not the Nian'er who had only been with her for twenty years.

His despair, his cultivation, and his ability to foresee the future were all accumulated through countless reincarnations.

A complex look flashed through her mind.

Only now did Su Liuli understand the weight behind that look.

How many paths did he walk before choosing to enter the cycle of reincarnation at the end of the path to immortality?

Wasn't becoming an immortal his childhood dream?

He has already stepped one foot into the realm of immortality; he is already qualified to become an immortal!

But he did not choose to ascend.

Instead, it's about starting over and over again, again and again!

Even if I am expelled from the sect, even if I have nowhere to stand, so be it.

Through countless reincarnations, he has always walked alone in the long, lonely nights, mending the wounds in his heart while forging ahead...

Su Liuli pursed her lower lip tightly and pulled Su Nian into her arms.

"I'm sorry, Nian'er..."

She rubbed her face against Su Nian's black hair, murmuring softly.

"I was wrong, please, wake up!"