Just then, dark clouds gathered in the sky.

It contrasts with the darkness within the ruins.

It also gave people a sense of oppression.

"Everyone be careful!"

Wang Zilin shielded Xiao Wei behind him and addressed the crowd.

"So fast?" Dong Jianren sighed as he looked at the changes in the sky.

He grabbed Feng Shou, who was standing there in a daze, and sneered at Xiao Wei, "Hurry up and do it."

"Dong Jianren, what are you doing—ah!"

Wang Zilin looked at the sword that was aimed at his right chest.

He was born with his heart on the right side, and only one person knew this...

He turned around, spitting out blood continuously: "Why?"

Xiao Wei looked at him with a bitter smile: "Xiao Jian is my brother. In the outside world, I saw you kill him, just like you killed Yang Neng later."

As she said this, tears kept falling.

She looked at the sword in Wang Zilin's chest: "This is the magic weapon you gave me to save my life. It was for this that you killed my brother."

“Wang Zilin, do you know how absurd I felt when you gave it to me?”

Wang Zilin smiled slightly, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped Xiao Wei on the head.

Xiao Wei could have avoided it, but she closed her eyes and went to meet it.

The expected heavy blow did not fall. She opened her eyes and saw Wang Zilin's restrained expression.

He withdrew his hand and knelt on the ground.

"I lost."

Wang Zilin thought to himself that he still couldn't bring himself to make a move against her.

Even after hundreds of years of getting along, despite his coldness and selfishness.

It was inevitable that genuine feelings would develop.

"ah!"

He looked up and roared, and Dong Jianren appeared behind him.

A magical pouch appeared above his head: "You wicked creature! Don't even think about returning to your rightful place!"

Xiao Wei looked at Wang Zilin, who had been put into a bag by Dong Jianren.

He stretched out his hand, then slowly clenched it into a fist.

Tears fell, wetting her clothes.

"I'll take you out!" Dong Jianren glanced at Yang Rong and Chen Ge, who were unconscious, and said to Xiao Wei.

Xiao Wei did not answer, and Dong Jianren sighed.

"From love comes fear, from love comes jealousy... Alas!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Xiao Wei and the other two disappeared from the spot.

"Brother Dong... what about me?"

The harvest, held tremblingly in Dong Jianren's hands, was a sight to behold.

Dong Jianren glanced at him and said with disdain, "How come your personality is so different from that of Zhenwu?"

As he spoke, Dong Jianren walked deeper into the ruins, leaving Fengshou with a bewildered look in his eyes.

When Zhenwu saw Dong Jianren and Fengshou, he said to Wei Zheng, "It seems you've lost."

After glancing at Dong Jianren, Wei Zheng's gaze fell on Feng Shou, his face expressionless.

"Your clone has erased the five emotions! No wonder I couldn't find it, no wonder, no wonder, what a heartless Buddha and Taoist."

Seeing that Wei Zheng still showed no sign of defeat, Hua Rong snorted coldly:

"If you're still waiting for Hua Qing and Cheng Cheng, then forget it. They're dead now!"

Hua Rong touched the jade bracelet that had returned to her hand and smiled at Wei Zhengdao.

[Hiccup~ Boss, I'm going into hibernation, hiccup~]

"What do you mean?!"

Wei Zheng's expression changed drastically, and even the little monk looked at Hua Rong.

Hua Rong raised his lips and said, "I'm not stupid. If you can live, then Wu Ling's Heavenly Dao should also live."

Without much thought, it's obvious who the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao will be.

It's naturally Chengcheng and Huaqing!

Seeing that his side had the upper hand, Hua Rong no longer wanted to reason with Wei Zheng.

"You think you're so smart? One daughter, one disciple. Heh, even if they weren't from the Martial Spirit Heavenly Dao, I wouldn't let them go."

"Now... I'm so glad my pets can have a good meal."

"Ah—impossible!"

As soon as Wei Zheng uttered those words, the entire world slowly shattered.

This world, woven from his obsession, slowly crumbled with his defeat!

The little monk Zhenwu and Fengshou combined their powers and, together with Zhuanlun and the lowly monk, began to fight Wei Zheng.

Looking at the slowly crumbling world and the completely suppressed Wei Zheng, Hua Rong fell silent.

"It's a game, absolutely fictional, fake..." Hua Rong touched his body.

"And whose chess piece am I?"

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At the moment Wei Zheng died, Hua Rong also gained the original owner's memories.

In the original owner's memories, the male and female protagonists of this world were Chengcheng and Huaqing.

And she was the fool who deeply loved Chengcheng but ultimately became cannon fodder.

In this story, Yang Rong from the Black Tiger Squad is one of the reasons for her death.

In the original story, after Lin Dong's daughter, the original owner of the body, died.

It retained a sliver of its soul, reincarnating in a lower plane.

When Wei Zheng remembered her as a pawn, he brought her to the True Spirit Continent.

Hua Zhongtian and Shi Feng are indeed Wei Zheng's alter egos.

While Wei is healing his wounds in heaven, he takes control of everything for him.

However, they themselves were unaware of their own identities.

After meeting Chengcheng, the original owner fell in love with him.

Hua Zhongtian used her to harm Dong Jianren and Fengshou.

In the end, Zhenwu was outnumbered and swallowed up by Huaqing and Chengcheng.

Wei Zheng obtained the power of the Heavenly Dao sufficient to rebuild the world, and rebuilt a world that belonged to him.

In that world, all living beings are his slaves.

A true hell on earth!

Everything was just like how Wei Zheng had used the original owner to harm Lin Dong.

Like the cycle of fate.

Hua Rong had no time to criticize the original owner of the body. At this moment, she left the fictional True Spirit Continent and returned to the void.

Sitting in the void, she was thinking about something.

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