Chen Guiwu suddenly remembered something. He slowly raised his head and glanced at the rotten branches of the sycamore tree behind him. His eyes were complicated and painful. His face was already fair, so he couldn't see the details of the gradually pale face.

"Chen Zheliu feels that I, as a father, don't love them, or even hate them. Actually, he is not wrong." After a pause, Chen Guiwu turned his head and looked deeply at Sheng Wu.

"Because I created them. I can clearly sense their state of mind every moment you conquer them, and every time they touch you. As long as I want, I can sense it."

As he spoke, Shen Guiwu's scarlet pupils flashed, his moist eyes became a little hot, and the chuckle on his lips was ironic and self-deprecating.

"Seeing the person you love trying to pursue someone else, I don't think anyone would be magnanimous enough to ignore it." Especially when he felt Sheng Wu's tenderness and sweet words towards Shen Qinghuan, he wished he could destroy the heroine he created!

"You are a world spirit, but your abilities don't seem to be enough to support the creation of a figure of destiny."

Sheng Wu listened silently, her charming and cold face showing no surprise at all. It seemed that she had guessed the true relationship between him and Shen Junsheng and the other two, but she had never expressed it. Perhaps she was waiting to see what he was planning.

“Not at first.”

Chen Guiwu twitched his lips and scoffed softly, "I was just an NPC at first, unconscious. It wasn't until many taskers realized that this world had an unusually powerful force that they came to this world to deprive me of my power. Under their influence, I gained consciousness. I even killed them, depriving them of their system energy and using it as my own, then gradually nourishing my damaged foundation. I realized that I was trapped in this world, but there was no way to escape. So, one day, I wanted to destroy it."

"Unfortunately, I just killed the original hero and heroine, as well as the villain, hoping to cause the world to collapse, but I didn't expect to alarm the Heavenly Dao. It suppressed me and channeled the spiritual energy of this world into me, making me powerful, but also forever unable to destroy and leave this world. Because, if I live, it lives, and if it dies, I die."

"I became a world spirit, and then, for some reason, I created new Shen Jiangqi, Shen Huan, and Shen Xinlai. I watched those ridiculous taskers come to this world, trying to influence and deprive me, but in the end, I killed them and used them as fertilizer to nourish me. Until your arrival, I found new meaning in life."

Sheng Wu listened to his words, and her indifferent eyes finally showed some changes.

"So now, you want to drag me to death with you."

Chen Guiwu stared at her steadily, his long feathery eyelashes trembling slightly, drooping slightly to hide the bitterness in his pupils, and his lips sneered.

"You know, I can't beat you because all my strength comes from you."

After a pause, he glanced at Sheng Wu.

"What about you? When did you doubt my identity?" There was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Sheng Wu was tired of standing, so she simply sat down on the stone bench covered with snow. She looked at him nonchalantly with her beautiful eyes and tilted her head. Her cold eyes rarely looked at someone without malice and viciousness.

Perhaps, it was because Chen Guiwu was once a part of herself, she loved herself but not Chen Guiwu.

"Looking back, I felt something was wrong with you the moment I opened my eyes and saw you. I vaguely guessed you were plotting something, especially when Shen Junsheng showed me the painting you drew. I knew there was no one else there eight years ago except me. There's always been something familiar about you, but I can't remember what it was. As for truly discovering your identity, it was the night you took me to see your true form, this sycamore tree."

As she spoke, her cold eyes swept over the withered and rotten sycamore tree behind Chen Guiwu.

"That night, the sycamore tree seemed flourishing, but in reality, it already had a stench of decay within, a scent that even the fragrance of the flowers couldn't mask. If you hadn't been so weak and vomited blood that night, I'm afraid I wouldn't have sensed it... You are the sycamore branch I discarded during the battle."

It was at that time that she began to doubt the relationship between Shen Junsheng and the other two and Shen Guiwu.

“…”

As soon as these words came out, Chen Guiwu's eyes trembled, and he raised his lips slightly, "So, you recognized it a long time ago."

Yes, he actually guessed that Sheng Wu was acting with him.

The two people acted out their own roles and deceived each other.

Sheng Wu tilted her head slightly, her beautiful crimson eyes half-closed, indifferent. "It's just that I never imagined that the soul I extracted and discarded back then would end up in this world and become an NPC, and even have the ability to plot against me like this."

"Back then, in order to cultivate the demonic body of the demonic realm, you did not hesitate to extract this strand of my soul, giving me consciousness and naming me 'Guiwu'."

Chen Guiwu pursed his lips and smiled. He slowly stood up and walked towards Sheng Wu very slowly, step by step. With every step he took, the pain in his body became greater, as if he was walking on a sword.

"You said, 'Gui Wu'... means 'returning to charm.' It just so happened that you were visiting Kunlun Mountain at the time and saw the divine Wutong tree, nourished by spiritual energy and extremely spiritual. You said the meaning of 'Phoenix Resting on the Wutong' was interesting. So, you attached my spirit to the best Wutong branch. You originally wanted to take me back to the underworld, where no plants ever grow, to see if a Wutong tree could grow in the sunless, barren underworld. Unfortunately, that didn't work."

"You lost that rebellion. While you were recuperating in the Three Thousand Worlds, you abandoned me and I landed in a random world. And by some strange coincidence, I was trapped by the Heavenly Dao."

The dark red robe on his body moved slightly, and the silver-white hair on his head gradually became dry, and as he moved further away from the sycamore tree, it became more and more dim.

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