As for the remaining pill mist, Song Tingwan raised her hand and sent it all flying into the ghost cultivators controlled by the strange fire.

The graceful figure fluttering around her arm made her appear as gentle as a fairy.

"Can memories destroyed by the strange fire still be restored?" Venerable Chunwu stared blankly at the countless ghost cultivators who had solidified into human forms, and suddenly lunged at Song Tingwan.

He previously thought that Wu Gan retained some memories because of her strength during the Ascension stage, but since so many cultivators have regained their memories, it means that she can truly restore the memories of ghost cultivators.

“Venerable One, Venerable One of Sleep, please save my wife.”

This sudden change surprised countless people.

Including Zewu.

His...mother?

My mother, whom my father never mentioned from childhood to adulthood.

Zewu rarely showed a blank expression.

Chunwu, however, smiled obsequiously.

“My wife, my wife is just like you. She is also a cultivator, gentle and kind, and seems to have a heart that embraces everything in the world.”

"That's why she was harmed by that Black Chicken King—"

When his wife was mentioned, Chunwu vaguely realized that it had been thousands of years ago.

His hatred and desire for cultivation had long surpassed his longing for his wife.

Venerable Chunwu was suddenly taken aback.

Song Tingwan was shielded by dozens of Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators, with Shen Zhuochuan and her sister guarding her side in layers, making it impossible for Chunwu to even get close.

She noticed Chunwu's confusion and suddenly spoke softly, "Your wife has been dead for many years, hasn't she?"

Venerable Chunwu stood frozen in place, his clenched fist open.

Within the ignited strange fire, a trace of ghostly energy stood out conspicuously.

Wanqiji and the others watched his movements warily, wondering why Venerable Chunwu had suddenly changed like this.

Venerable Chunwu staggered back two steps.

The strange fire in his hand subsided, leaving only a wisp of ghostly energy that slowly grew larger.

"I... I had completely forgotten about her."

Venerable Chunwu looked at the ghostly energy in his palm with disbelief and nostalgia, then slowly looked at Wugan.

Wu Gan solidified into human form, his empty eye sockets facing his direction with a faint expression.

“Chunwu, you haven’t been yourself since you came back from Xingyuan.”

"Whether it's human nature or the influence of Xingyuan, I think you should have the answer in your heart."

“You deserve to die, and you should pay the price for the evil you have done to Wutong Mountain.”

He spoke coldly.

But this caused many of the older people present to change their expressions.

Most of them had reinforced the seal at Xingyuan a thousand years ago.

Venerable Dongming gave Lord Yanshan a silent look.

Lord Yan nodded without changing his expression.

After this incident, he will discuss the matter of refining the Star Abyss Pill with Song Tingwan.

Everything needed for alchemy comes from the Sword Inquiry Sect.

Venerable Chunwu's aura was disordered for a while.

In the end, he smiled bitterly, "Perhaps I've always been this kind of person, and Xingyuan just magnified my evil side."

Song Tingwan looked at him thoughtfully. Was Venerable Chunwu's sudden change related to the cinnabar mist she had just witnessed?

She awakened the ghost cultivator's memories.

Did it also awaken Venerable Chunwu's memories before he was affected by Xingyuan?

"There are just enough left—"

"ah!"

Song Tingwan had just opened her mouth.

Behind Venerable Chunwu, Immortal Lord Zewu, without changing his expression, plunged his sword into his father's spiritual altar.

As Chunwu gripped the ghostly energy in his hand and turned back in disbelief, Zewu shrugged.

"Father, how can you beg for mercy? The method you just suggested was excellent, but unfortunately—"

"I can't take you with me, but I'll gladly accept the strange fire."

Immortal Lord Zewu reached out and snatched the most crucial element of the strange fire from his father's palm.

At the same time, he waved his hand and burned the villains who had become obedient and were lying in wait.

"ah--"

"You little brat, you dare to betray your grandfather after agreeing to cooperate!"

I'm going to kill you!

The villains were enveloped in strange flames. Zewu smiled as gently as ever and knelt down to close his father's eyes.

As for his soul, he had no intention of separating it, nor did he intend to give his father another chance to live.

The strange fire burned away both the father and the ghostly aura that was supposedly the mother.

Song Tingwan and the others, who wanted to stop all of this, were blocked outside by the power of the Star Abyss.

It turns out that before Zewu stabbed his father, he threw out a fist-sized Star Abyss Condensed Stone.

"Oh no, the Star Abyss Barrier is weakening—"

Yan Shanjun's expression changed, and he spoke to the crowd.