That night, the Demon Palace was completely silent. The eaves, corridors, tree shadows and pond were all shrouded in the indissoluble darkness of the night. The breeze lifted the curtains in the darkness, silently.

The girl stood by the pond with her hands behind her back, throwing some fish food into the pond to feed the big red koi, causing the fish to rush to the surface. The autumn wind blew through the golden osmanthus treetops, gently brushing her hair behind her ears, her soft black hair and white neck, the colors were distinct and harmonious. But she did not look down at the fish, her beautiful face was facing the moon, her eyes were scattered and focused, as if she was looking through the air in front of her, looking at the more desolate and lonely void.

"Yaoyue, aren't you going to rest yet?" The man had already changed into his pajamas and was hugging her from behind. His hot body temperature penetrated through the layers of clothes and ironed her back. There was an indescribable tenderness in his dark golden eyes. Just a glance at each other could make people feel that they were being paid full attention to and completely cared for.

Her eyebrows twitched, her right hand retracted into her sleeve, she took a deep breath as if she had made up her mind, her voice trembling slightly:

"...Do you believe I won't hurt you?"

He didn't know why the girl asked this question, and he had never experienced such sadness, calmness, and heaviness from her words. At this moment, she seemed to radiate some kind of power, but it was just an ethereal feeling, and he couldn't even grasp the slightest clue.

But how could Yao Yue harm him?

Jiang Mi spontaneously suppressed all the restless emotions in his heart and nodded: "Of course I believe it."

She paused, her expression a little embarrassed for a moment, but it was only a short moment and passed: "...Okay, then don't move."

The next second, she turned around and flipped her wrist, and a thin silver needle pierced his temple with incredible precision.

The speed was so fast that Jiang Mi had almost no time to react before the silver needle disappeared out of thin air, as if it had already penetrated into his brain.

"What, what is this?" He felt itchy and a little painful in his heart. That strange feeling traveled through his body along his pulse, making his chest feel like it was throbbing. Then he looked down and saw the tears in the girl's eyes. In an instant, he felt a piercing pain like a tide invading his heart and bones. He quickly reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Don't cry, don't cry... I don't feel any pain."

Yao Yue clenched her fists, her nails dug into her fingertips, and her knuckles turned bluish white.

She felt a little cruel and felt very uncomfortable, as if she had been carefully protected in the soft corner of her heart, and one day she suddenly found that a huge wound had been cut, and it was already bleeding and horrible, but this fool had never noticed it. He still thought it was perfect and beautiful, and thought that even if she was tossing and throwing a tantrum, she had never thought of leaving him.

——She already had it.

I've had this feeling since I saw the page about the Soul-Forgetting Needle in the "Nine Provinces Divine Artifact Record".

When she reached the Immortal Realm, she could already feel the call of Ziweiyuan. In the past few months, her dantian swelled greatly at night, which was a sign of her ascension. However, she would not even have a thunder tribulation in her ascension, because she was originally the incarnation of Tianbangxing.

The Soul Forgetting Needle was originally used to help people practice the Merciless Dao. It has been lost for thousands of years. Even if Ye Lian found something different, it would be impossible to crack it. She asked Qin Qianxue to find the detained Bailian Palace disciples to refine it. After several years of experimentation, it was finally made and stuffed into the Fushui Sword Sheath and sent it over. This set of needles has a total of six pieces corresponding to the six desires. As soon as they enter the brain, they can cut off that desire, but she knows that only one needle is enough to cut off Jiang Mi's desire.

——Just like in the illusion of the Six Desires Heavenly Art, he could only see her. When she left the illusion, he would naturally come out too.

Fallen demons cannot ascend. Perhaps everything was doomed from the moment she took Jiang Mi to the Soul Devouring Tower.

The world is forever separated.

Jiang Mi regarded her as his anchor. If she left, he would go crazy, just like he did on the Shenglong Terrace, turning into a demon controlled only by the Netherworld. Whether for the sake of the people of the world or for himself... forgetting her and forgetting this love is the best choice.

The dim light and shadows by the pond made the girl's silent profile look especially quiet. It seemed like a very long time had passed, so long that time seemed to have stopped. Suddenly, her voice was a little stagnant, as if something hard was stuck in her throat, making people want to cry:

"You go lie down first..." The feeling of forgetting and breaking up with love must be unpleasant.

Perhaps the warmth he had given was too profound, and the autumn wind actually had a sense of confusion and coldness about the future that slowly invaded the bone marrow. The illusion of the Six Desires Heavenly Art above the Demon Palace was gradually fading away. No, to be more precise, the Six Desires Heavenly Art was about to reveal its true appearance——

A transparent cover that can purify evil spirits.

Only those with a clear mind and pure six senses can master this skill.

He was born ruthless, but the moment he saw her, he developed an emotional barrier. If he hadn't met her, he would have been a sword master respected by everyone, or a Buddhist with the most steadfast mind.

The night was as cool as water, and everything was silent. The autumn wind blew, ruffling her tied hair. In an instant, the sleeves of her robe fluttered, as if she was about to fly away with the wind.

For some reason, Jiang Mi felt an indescribable sense of uneasiness when he saw this scene. A strange and huge sadness filled his heart. He didn't know where this feeling came from, nor did he know why it happened. He could only look at her blankly: "...What about you?"

There was a hint of smile in the girl's moist eyes.

This smile is just like the last touch of rich autumn in the flower forest of the Magic Palace when countless flowers have blossomed on a moonlit night, and it suddenly fades away in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.

"—I'll be right there."