During the cycle of reincarnation and trials, he knew that this moment, this scene, was something he had to experience. Today, if he hadn't helped him pass through the tribulation and extend his life, it would have been her who was leaving at this very moment.
He also knew what he had changed, and because of that, he knew even more clearly what he needed to protect at this moment.
"Nangong Mo... Nangong Mo, you fool, you big idiot..."
She held him, wanting to grasp him tightly, but seeing the blood all over him, Gu Qianying was heartbroken.
All the events they had experienced before flashed through her mind, and Gu Qianying's eyes turned red.
And at this moment, she finally realized that Luo Mu Chen was Nangong Mo!
So that's how it was!
"Slave spirit, don't listen to him. The one you should be loyal to is this Sovereign Emperor. Slave spirit, this Sovereign Emperor needs you..."
The seductive words in her ear no longer had any effect on her.
At this moment, Gu Qianying's red hair had turned black, and her red eyes had returned to normal.
The demonic power within her had dissipated, and her spiritual power was growing.
She did not get up, but raised her palm, a powerful spiritual energy gathering within it. The Chi Xue Saber beside her was drawn into her palm, and she swung it fiercely!
The Chi Xue Saber pierced directly through the chest of the unconscious Wulala Nai Yixiu.
"Slave spirit... you...!"
The Demon Sovereign was very surprised.
He never imagined that the slave spirit he had nurtured with his soul and the blood of his true form would attack him.
Once a strand of his soul disobeyed his control and turned against him, he would suffer a loss of energy.
Already not his original body, and struck by powerful spiritual energy, pain spread across his entire being.
He roared twice, the black mist dissipated, and he vanished instantly.
Wulala Nai Yixiu, who had been turned into a puppet, became a dried corpse devoid of flesh, blood, and breath after his demonic power was drained.
The barrier set by the Demon Sovereign was broken, and everything returned to its original colors. White clouds and blue skies reappeared, the black mist around everyone dispersed, and the sinister aura vanished with it.
Along with it, those demon spirits with their eerie smiles also disappeared.
Du Chun, Meng Qinghua, Nangong Li, Ouyang Qinglin, Lu Zhu, and others rushed over.
They gathered around Gu Qianying and Nangong Mo.
"A Mo, Ninth Imperial Uncle... Nangong Mo..."
Each of them called out Nangong Mo's name.
Their eyes were red, and they wanted to step forward, but they all stopped in place.
Little Yi Hao, held by Meng Qinghua, also began to cry, looking at Nangong Mo lying in his mother's arms.
"Wife, don't cry. You won't look good if you cry like this."
Nangong Mo raised his weak arm and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
At this moment, Nangong Mo's face was as pale as paper, his black hair had turned white, his delicate skin had become wrinkled, and even his eyebrows had turned white.
Without any spiritual power, he had aged significantly, and his voice had become weak and frail.
Seeing Nangong Mo in this state, Gu Qianying cried profusely.
All the memories she had with him returned, every bit of it, every scene of them together.
"Wife, do you remember when we first met?"
Nangong Mo stroked her cheek with difficulty, smiling as he looked at her.
Perhaps his arm had lost its strength, and his hand slowly lowered. Gu Qianying raised her hand and caught his, allowing him to continue stroking her cheek.
"I remember... back then, we were both very young. You called me silly girl, and I called you Brother Mo."
"Wife... can you call me Brother Mo one more time."
His voice grew weaker and weaker.
"Brother Mo, Brother Mo..."
She kept calling him "Brother Mo" in his ear.
He smiled happily.
"That's good, silly girl, that's good, it's so good to have you."
He looked at her, still smiling.
She also looked at him, tears falling drop by drop onto his robes. The blood-stained robes lightened slightly where her tears fell.
"Silly girl, you are my silly girl."
He called her silly girl, using the name he had called her when they first met.
Yes, I am here, silly girl is here.
She held his hand, replying to him word by word.
Du Chun and the others remained silent, all shedding tears silently.
Little Yi Hao, who was usually lively, also quietly closed his mouth, his small face covered in tears.
He had heard the name "Nangong Mo" and also the name Luo Mu Chen.
When he was young, his relatives had told him that his father's name was Nangong Mo.
"Waa!"
Thinking of this, Little Yi Hao, hidden in Meng Qinghua's arms, buried his face and burst into tears.
So his father was Luo Mu Chen, so his father wasn't dead, his father had always been here.
Seeing Little Yi Hao so heartbroken, Meng Qinghua held him and walked towards Nangong Mo.
Little Yi Hao turned his face, got down from Meng Qinghua, walked to Nangong Mo, squatted down, reached out his small hand, and grabbed Nangong Mo's other hand. He called out in a childish voice, "Daddy, you are Daddy."
Feeling a small hand grasp his other hand, Nangong Mo turned his gaze and saw Little Yi Hao standing before him, calling him Daddy.
He smiled, "Son."
At this moment, a circle of white light suddenly appeared in the sky. The spiritual energy within the reach of the white light was very powerful.
Beneath the white light, two figures appeared.
An old man in white robes and a small immortal boy.
"Disciple, come back. Your tribulation has ended. The next round of reincarnation trials begins. Come back."
The old man's voice reached Nangong Mo's ears.
The others did not notice the abnormal white light in the sky.
A shadow, unseen by anyone, was drawn out from Nangong Mo's body. It seemed unwilling to leave, lingering around Gu Qianying, not wanting to go.
Nangong Mo, lying in Gu Qianying's embrace, slowly lowered his raised hand and closed his eyes.
"Nangong Mo!"
"Daddy!"
"A Mo!"
"Ninth Imperial Uncle!"
"Nangong Mo!"
Everyone present was calling out Nangong Mo's name.
Everyone's eyes were red.
Lu Zhu and many other women in white all silently turned away, lowering their heads, not speaking.
Everyone present was immersed in grief.
Gu Qianying held Nangong Mo tightly, whispering to him again and again about their past.
Every little detail of their shared moments.
At this time, the shadow kneeling at the feet of the old man in white, treading on white clouds, lowered its gaze to look at those below who were crying for him.
"Master, this disciple is no longer able to erase their memories. I implore Master to help this disciple."
You don't need to do this. After you leave, in a few years, they will naturally forget you. Why do you need Master to help you?
Will they forget me?
Nangong Mo turned his gaze to look at the people below.
His affectionate gaze remained fixed on Gu Qianying.
He watched her cry so sadly, holding his "dead body," and he felt immense pain.
He kowtowed to the old man in white, "I implore Master to help this disciple once."
The method of healing from pain is perhaps time, but even so, he could not bear to let his beloved grieve for so long due to his loss. Perhaps in the future, she would forget him and live her own new life.
But during this process, for every day she grieved, he would feel pain for that day. Rather than that, the best thing for her would be to have all her memories of him erased again. If she didn't remember, she wouldn't be sad.
Seeing Nangong Mo's persistence, the Holy Venerable Elder sighed and stroked his white beard, "Very well. You have encountered this tribulation, and it is also my fault for not properly disciplining you. Thus, I will help you once more. However, after this, I hope you will properly complete your trials and strive to return to the Heavenly Realm as soon as possible. Disciple, your mission in the Heavenly Realm is not yet complete. I do not wish for you to be someone who is only concerned with personal affections. You are the Lotus Emperor of the Heavenly Realm, and you must shoulder your responsibilities. Otherwise... I will have to enforce the Heavenly Realm's rules. Do you understand?"
"This disciple understands. I implore Master to quickly erase her memories."
He knelt before the Holy Monarch Elder, but his ears were filled with Gu Qianying's heart-wrenching cries.
His heart ached as if pierced by needles.
He was filled with heartache.
"Very well, Master will grant your wish."
The Holy Monarch Elder waved his long sleeve, and a beam of white light suddenly appeared around Gu Qianying.
She trembled, closed her eyes, and her body softly slumped backward.
"A Ying!"
Ouyang Qinglin immediately flew over and caught Gu Qianying as she was about to fall.
And at this moment, the aged Nangong Mo was gradually turning into a phantom.
With this, Du Chun and the others seemed to have entered a state of self-enclosure; they were unable to move...