The yellow sand is whistling and silence is lingering.

Mo Ziyan returned the same way but had not walked far when she was surrounded by an illusory and twisted force that tried to pull her out of the space.

Mo Ziyan instinctively wanted to expel this force, but then he retracted his spiritual power, stood there and surrendered.

Now, she had no desire for life at all, so why bother to make some pretentious struggles? In the engulfment of the strange power, Mo Ziyan gradually lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she was not dead.

The scene before him was actually the dilapidated courtyard where he and his sister Liu Chuyao had lived together.

"Illusion? Or vision?"

Mo Ziyan remained calm and just stood there.

Although she didn't know the ultimate purpose of that power, with her cultivation level, she could break through these fictional scenes at any time.

Before Mo Ziyan could react, the scene in front of her suddenly changed, and the scene of her sister Liu Chuyao being humiliated by thugs came into view.

Mo Ziyan's face turned pale and she subconsciously wanted to close her eyes, but after thinking about it, she decided not to avoid it.

Even if I can't say that I can empathize with her, I should at least have the courage to know the suffering my sister Liu Chuyao has gone through.

In Mo Ziyan's gaze, unbearable sounds and unbearable scenes appeared one by one.

Those dirty and ugly hooligans, those inhumane means, even though Mo Ziyan had experienced thousands of years of life, he still felt sick.

The scene changed, and Liu Chuyao, whose body was covered with red spots and whose face was hideous, pounced madly towards Mo Ziyan.

She grabbed Mo Ziyan's neck and screamed hysterically: "It's all you! It's all you! You deserve to die, you deserve to die!!!"

"Sister, sister."

Mo Ziyan looked gloomy and did not struggle.

You’re right, it’s all her fault. If it weren’t for her, Liu Chuyao might have been able to escape.

For Mo Ziyan, who is burdened with these sins, dying a thousand times would not be enough to atone for his sins. His voluntary death now is just a choice of escape and liberation.

Unfortunately, Mo Ziyan's soul was too powerful. Even if she stood there waiting to die, this degree of abnormality could not kill her.

The scene before my eyes turned into smoke and dissipated, followed by a blood-red sky.

The corpses piled up like mountains and the blood gathered like an ocean.

A pregnant woman was brutally raped to death, and a toddler was brutally dismembered.

A massacre, the so-called hell on earth, is nothing more than this.

"It's all you! It's all you!"

"Emperor Xuan Cang was so kind and righteous, yet he was betrayed to death by a traitor like you!!"

"If you hadn't killed Emperor Xuan Cang, the Heavenly Realm would never have fallen to this point!!"

Countless dead souls in heaven were roaring, wailing, and crying, all of them blaming Mo Ziyan.

Mo Ziyan's face was pale, but she still did not choose to escape.

The scene changed again, and Nangong Rou's figure appeared in front. She was besieged by the three Demon Emperors of Tong Yin and was tortured bit by bit like playing with an ant.

Nangong Rou's half-body, which was no longer human, fell in front of Mo Ziyan. She crawled forward unwillingly and grabbed Mo Ziyan's ankle.

“It’s not fair.”

"A bitch like you should die before me."

"What right do you, a bitch who was lucky enough to be admitted into the immortal sect, have to resent my brother? What right do you have to yell at me?"

Nangong Rou's voice was filled with resentment and resentment, and she wished she could inflict her miserable condition a thousand times worse on Mo Ziyan.

Mo Ziyan lowered her head, her delicate body trembling slightly.

You're right. Not to mention that Jiang Zhige has never been partial to one person over another, even if he did, what right does she have to feel resentful?

She was raised by someone who not only resented Jiang Zhige self-righteously, but she was even taking her anger out on Nangong Rou?

At that time, Nangong Rou had decided to fight to the death to rescue Jiang Zhige. If Mo Ziyan had not dissuaded her, Jiang Zhige might not have died.

At this moment, Mo Ziyan's state of mind had already been shaken, but unfortunately the power of the vision was too weak to completely devour her soul.

Feeling Mo Ziyan's soul comparable to that of a half-emperor, the scene around him changed again.

Birds singing, flowers blooming, bridges and flowing water.

A handsome young man was sitting not far away, quietly gazing at the beautiful spring scenery.

Mo Ziyan felt as if struck by lightning, and tears silently flowed from her eyes like springs.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

The voice was a little cold, but still as friendly as ever.

"Master. Master."

Mo Ziyan had a dazed look on her face, tears streaming down her face, and she staggered towards Jiang Zhige.

She knew clearly that it was an illusion and that he was no longer there, but the moment she saw him, Mo Ziyan had the urge to give up everything and live forever in this fictional world.

Jiang Zhige shook his head and sighed, he could only stand up and hug Mo Ziyan.

Mo Ziyan hugged Jiang Zhige with both hands, trying hard to suppress her tears.

"Master, Zi Yan knows she was wrong."

"Can you please not leave Zi Yan?"

Mo Ziyan cried like a tearful person, her voice filled with deep sorrow.

"Silly girl, there's nothing to cry about."

"No matter what happens, Master will always be your Master."

"I also said that you can stay with me as long as you want."

There was a rare tenderness in Jiang Zhige's eyes, and he reached out and rubbed Mo Ziyan's head.

Hearing this, Mo Ziyan could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears while hugging Jiang Zhige.

The previous fictional scene, even though she was determined to die and did not escape, could not devour her soul.

Now, just by hearing Jiang Zhige's voice, Mo Ziyan's soul, which had been tempered thousands of times, had already begun to crack.

At the same time, Jiang Zhige has returned to the wilderness.

The space channel can indeed only accommodate one person per month. Even with the influence of a semi-emperor, the time can only be shortened to seven days.

However, Jiang Zhige is a great emperor. Even if his origin is incomplete, the power of space he controls is far beyond that of a half-emperor. He can open the passage in advance with a little effort.

After returning, Jiang Zhige quickly found Mo Ziyan and discovered that she was trapped in a spatial phenomenon.

Jiang Zhige frowned. With this level of spatial anomaly, it was impossible to trap and kill Mo Ziyan, who possessed the Heaven-Stealing Holy Body.

She has not yet broken free from the vision and is clearly seeking death on her own initiative.

In the vision, Mo Ziyan suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his arms, and the surrounding environment dissipated like smoke and dust.

“Master! Master!”

Mo Ziyan let out a heart-wrenching cry and tried desperately to save the defeated Jiang Zhige.

The next moment, the picture changed again.

Jiang Zhige, covered in blood, appeared before his eyes. He was already dying, with his body pierced by many swords and knives.

Mo Ziyan, with tears streaming down her face, turned pale in an instant and found that she was holding a long sword in her hand that pierced Jiang Zhige's heart.

Blood was flowing out of Jiang Zhige's throat. He did not question angrily like in the previous scene, but looked at Mo Ziyan with a sad face.

"Zi Yan, why? I love you too."