Chapter 53 Don't Mess Up Again "What...does that mean?"...

"What...does that mean?" Jiang Zhihe asked blankly.

Zhu Songyun: "For the sake of this world, Heaven will definitely do something, even if it may violate the laws of that world, it will definitely save her at all costs."

She looked at Jiang Zhihe: "And what about you?"

Jiang Zhihe stared at him for a long time before slowly standing up, his eyes filled with astonishing obsession: "I will also do everything in my power to save her."

Zhu Songyun smiled and said, "So, let's contact the Heavenly Dao. The world is in such a state; it's impossible for Him to remain inactive."

Jiang Zhihe frowned: "But I tried to contact the Heavenly Dao before, but it seems to have disappeared since the world collapsed..."

The ground suddenly began to shake violently, then burst open with a deafening roar, and a continuous stream of crimson liquid gushed out from the cracks, engulfing all living things on the earth.

The collapse of the world seems to have accelerated.

This sudden turn of events interrupted Jiang Zhihe's words before he could finish speaking, and caused the three of them to change their expressions drastically, quickly using their spiritual power to ascend into the air.

But the instant the three ascended, the entire world seemed to be paused; the sea of ​​blood ceased flowing, and the earth stopped cracking. Horrified expressions froze on people's faces, and collapsed buildings hung precariously in the air.

"What... what's going on?" Zhu Songyun was stunned, and Teng Shao also frowned as he looked at this obviously strange scene.

But soon, their expressions froze.

However, Teng Shao discovered that although "he" was frozen in place, from an observer's perspective, he seemed to be able to hear and see the whole process.

Now, the only one who can still move and speak is Jiang Zhihe.

He seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

"It's...you?"

A clear, ethereal voice seemed to come from the horizon, yet echoed in his ears: "It is I."

The will of Heaven has finally come to an end.

Before Jiang Zhihe could inquire about His previous disappearance, the Heavenly Dao spoke first: "I have already pulled her soul into this world. I am trying to reunite her shattered soul, but the laws of that world are always watching us closely."

"Wait, you mean, there's still hope for her?!" Jiang Zhihe immediately grasped the key point and asked hastily.

"Her death is a fact of that world, but... I don't want her to die, you don't want her to die, and this world doesn't want her to die either."

"The world was in mourning, so I defied the rules and saved her."

"If we want to completely revive her, we must work on time and space, reverse time and space, obscure the laws, reunite her last three souls, and return her soul to its rightful place."

“To draw her soul into this world is to obscure space; while I will trace this world back to the beginning of everything, the start of the story, is to obscure time.”

Jiang Zhihe frowned and pondered for a moment before speaking: "But you came to me, so there must be something you need me to do? Otherwise, you could have handled all of that yourself."

The Heavenly Dao remained silent for a moment: "That's right, I do need your help."

“I need to place her three missing soul fragments and the memories within them in three separate locations that are far apart but inaccessible to anyone.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhihe immediately understood. He was stunned for a long time before muttering, "The Holy Land of the Demon Realm, the Boundless Sea where the Thousand Machine Pavilion is located, and..."

He fell silent. The only place he could think of, far from these two regions, was not a secluded spot either...

Wait, if time were to rewind and everything had to start over, then there's one more place.

That place is quite far from the Demon Realm and the Boundless Sea, and it can only be entered at specific times and locations.

"Lingyao Secret Realm".

He spoke.

“That’s right, those are the three locations,” Tiandao replied, his voice even carrying a hint of satisfaction.

"So, Jiang Zhihe, after the time travel, you need to wait for her to appear. After all, even if most of the souls are pieced together, we still need to wait for her to stabilize before we can begin."

"At that time, protect her, complete the entire storyline, and before the final ending arrives, reunite her three souls and return them to their rightful place."

"This is your mission, and the only way to save her."

His hands, hanging by his sides, suddenly clenched into fists. The air was silent for a moment, and then he nodded, as if he had made up his mind: "I will, I will definitely... I will."

"So, are you ready?"

The boy in red looked up at the sky: "I'm ready."

This time, we will never repeat the same mistakes.

"Will they... still remember?" he suddenly asked softly.

Tiandao knew that he was asking about Zhu Songyun and Teng Shao, after all, the three of them were the best partners and friends.

"Won't."

He answered, his voice carrying an ethereal indifference.

"No one but you and me will remember any of this."

Jiang Zhihe's body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly relaxed: "That's fine..." he said softly, "This kind of thing is not worth remembering."

The moment those words left his mouth, Teng Shao felt an unnamed flame suddenly burst forth within him, making him realize that he was not "paused" like others; he could still think, hear, and see everything in the outside world.

But...didn't Heaven discover this? And how did "he" manage to do it?

Soon, a sudden change occurred.

The sea of ​​blood receded, the crowd flowed backward. Collapsed buildings were righted, and the cracked earth was merged back together.

—The world is going backwards.

He could feel that his memories were gradually fading away... but he was unwilling to accept it.

Teng Shao could not accept this.

Why can't he know the truth about all of this?

Why can't he retain all of these memories?

Why...on what grounds? How could Jiang Zhihe be so presumptuous as to make all the decisions for him and for them?

They even went so far as to say... it's not worth remembering?!

fart!

He would never forget it so easily, and he would never let that idiot surnamed Jiang bear all of this alone.

So he made a decision.

He used his own power to forcibly tear apart a part of his soul and fill it with memories of the future.

After all, he had heard it. Since they said the three fragments of the god's soul contained memories, it meant those memories were unaffected by the regression. So what about him?

Perhaps, if he places his memories into his soul, he will remain unaffected?

He decided to take a gamble.

All of this happened within his body, in the blink of an eye, without anyone noticing, not even the Heavenly Dao.

Perhaps it was because His attention was not on him, but in any case, it was to his advantage.

——

Fortunately, he succeeded.

When he awoke again, he found himself in a vast white space, and he recognized the place almost immediately—the Holy Land of the Demon Realm.

More accurately, it is the small world within the Holy Land, where the successive successors of the Demon Lord inherit power.

He remembered, he remembered the disaster that would happen in the future... but that was all he remembered.

The flashback happened too fast, and the power was too great. He only had time to preserve the most important memory—the memory of that disaster—and then… that was it.

He has no memory of anything before the disaster.

He was very lucky.

He retained the part of his memory that he needed most—the most painful and desperate memory.

But unfortunately.

He didn't remember anything that had happened before, he didn't know his relationship with the two people in the fragments of his memory, and he didn't know why he did this.

He could tell that he and the other two were companions, even trusted companions. But he had no memory of it, only an empty feeling that confirmed this fact echoed in his heart.

This also led to one thing.

He always felt that the warm, happy feeling was fake, because there was no memory that could support it. Naturally, the desperate and suffocating pain overwhelmed it, accompanied by the images that were repeatedly imprinted deep in his soul, leaving him in a state of unease and agony at all times.

He couldn't get out; he was just a torn piece of soul, a tool for conveying memories and power.

He was trapped here, all alone. He tried to think of something to escape this loneliness, but the few memories remaining in his mind only made him more miserable.

Day after day, year after year, how long had passed? He didn't know, but he had to wait, he had to complete his mission, he couldn't let all his previous efforts go to waste.

“And now, you’ve arrived,” Teng Shao said.

At this moment, Teng Shaocai suddenly realized that he had broken free from that memory.

He looked at "himself" opposite him, his expression complex and bitter.

Seeing his appearance, Teng Shao suddenly laughed: "Now that you're here, I can finally be free."

Teng Shao frowned: "But... are you willing to accept this?"

He didn't understand.

Having gone through so much and endured so many years of suffering here, in the end, after surrendering his memories and power, can "himself" leave willingly and without any reward?

The man in black opposite him raised an eyebrow slightly, crossed his arms, looked at Teng Shao, and leaned forward slightly: "Of course I'm not willing. You know my personality, after all—I am you."

He straightened up again, loosened his arms, and let them hang at his sides: "But...you are not me."

"I wasn't involved in your life in this lifetime, in everything you experienced." He glanced at Jiang Zhihe, who stood beside him, seemingly hesitant to speak, and continued, "But the moment I saw you all, I understood. Your experiences in this lifetime must be different from mine, so..."

"How could you, with your different experiences and subtle personality differences, be me?"

“Compared to me, you now need to be more cautious, more self-serving, and even—more decisive and ruthless.” He looked at Teng Shao, his tone very calm.

"I dare say that what you just said was a test, a test to see if I would possess you."

Upon hearing this, Teng Shao's expression remained unchanged, and even his voice became calmer: "That's right, it's a test. After all, you are essentially a part of me, and you are perfectly capable of possessing me."

The man in black smiled: "But if I have even the slightest thought of that, you will immediately eliminate me, even if it means giving up the power stored within me, even if it means giving up the power passed down to me, you will still do it, won't you?"

Teng Shao tilted his head slightly: "Nipping the threat in the bud is the best choice."

"That's why I said you're more cruel and decisive than me; you're even capable of killing yourself."

Jiang Zhihe glanced at Teng Shao, then at the adult version of Teng Shao on the other side, and finally spoke up: "So... are you guys done talking? If you're done, can you get down to business as soon as possible? We can't waste any more time here!"

Teng Shao shrugged: "Of course we've finished talking." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand without hesitation, "Give it to me, the power of inheritance, and that piece... the fragment of the god's soul."

The man in black was speechless: "They really have no manners at all."

But he still reached out and grasped Teng Shao's hand, and his figure gradually began to dissipate, turning into light dust that flowed into the black-clad youth opposite him.

"By the way, if you encounter any unexpected events after you go out, I suggest you go find Zhu Songyun." He spoke up in the last bit of time, "I've left this as a backup plan. I don't believe that a top-notch divination cultivator like her would be completely unprepared."

In the last second before he completely vanished, his last words were spoken:

"Hey Jiang, don't mess this up again."

Jiang Zhihe was stunned. He stared at the empty ground in front of him, and finally sighed, "It won't happen again..."

"Absolutely not."