During all these years, my soul hasn’t been idle.

As Xie Zhuo grew stronger, so did I.

I had long been able to use my soul form to briefly mobilize the soul power around me, bursting forth with enough strength to harm others.

If comparing soul power, my past self certainly couldn’t match my current self.

But now the troublesome part is…

I cannot enter “my” body.

This immortal body seemed to have become the final barrier preventing my success.

During this half month, I tried many methods to break into my body, to face “my” soul directly, but I failed without exception.

Whether when “I” was daydreaming, or sleeping, or meditating…

Each time, I gathered all my strength to crash into this body, but I only passed through it, just like passing through a stone or a cloud.

But what’s worse is—

Each time I attempted to pass through my own body, I felt my soul… growing weaker…

Just that momentary entanglement between my soul and my body was enough to consume the power I had accumulated over many years.

I gradually discovered that entering “my” body and killing the soul inside, my soul, wasn’t as easy as I thought.

I dared not try recklessly anymore.

Forcing my way in definitely wouldn’t work; it would only waste my soul’s power.

Then I began trying to empathize with my past self, to achieve the goal of entering the body.

But this was even more difficult…

The current me not only couldn’t empathize with the past “me” who was single-mindedly wanting a divorce, but I even wanted to hang that past “me” up and give her a beating!

Do you know how miserable Xie Zhuo is right now?

Why can you still sit here calmly eating fruit?

Why, when chatting with Meng Meng, do you have to complain behind his back, saying things like:

“He’s a jailer! A nightmare! A puppet master!”

“He’s just a control freak! I must divorce him! I definitely must!”

And then these words, every single one, were heard by Xie Zhuo standing outside the courtyard.

Until Xie Zhuo was seen by Meng Meng, and the fruit in Meng Meng’s hand fell to the ground in shock, only then did “I” look at Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo stood at the entrance of Meng Meng’s courtyard, his face cold, as if without a trace of emotional fluctuation:

“Fu Jiuxia, go to the Yue Lao Temple for a divorce.”

“I” followed Xie Zhuo there.

Of course, I went too.

The time had come for the last day.

I was extremely, incredibly, insanely anxious.

This half month, nothing had succeeded, and before cutting the red thread…

Could it work?

I didn’t know…

My soul was trembling in the air with anxiety.

I followed “them” to the Yue Lao Temple.

I spun around in the air like a headless fly, frantically anxious, my entire soul buzzing, but to no avail…

Yue Lao’s little attendant Xiao Tongzi shakily brought out a tray, on which lay those green scissors that had almost become my nightmare!

Xiao Tongzi said: “This… this green scissors cuts marriage bonds. Once cut, they can never be rejoined. Honorable immortals… would you… maybe… reconsider?”

“I” stepped forward to the attendant, raising my hand to take the green scissors!

The red marriage thread bound to both our wrists slowly revealed itself.

And my soul, floating in the air, was almost scattered by this action.

Fu Jiuxia! Stop right there!

Put down those scissors!

I once again frantically crashed into my own body, but it was still useless.

Because the current me and the past me were completely different mindsets, unable to empathize, unable to synchronize.

“I” held the scissors, looking at Xie Zhuo: “That dish, I just wanted to add spice.”

Xie Zhuo’s gaze fell on “me”: “If spicy, then not allowed to eat.” This answer, over these five hundred years, had almost become the most natural response in his body.

“You can’t control me anymore.”

“I” answered, just like in the memory, “I” bent my fingers, the green scissors cutting down toward the red thread.

No…

At this critical moment, I gathered soul power around my entire soul, just as before, five hundred years ago, when I made “us” meet.

A flash of silver light violently struck toward the scissors in “my” hand.

But!

I never expected!

In the instant the silver light was released, in a flash, a mass of black energy immediately swallowed that silver light.

The black energy collided with my silver light, turning into a gust of wind in the air.

Blowing between Xie Zhuo and “me.”

The “snip” sound was audible.

“I” cut the red thread on our wrists.

I froze in place.

I stared blankly as the red thread disappeared, then stared blankly at Xie Zhuo.

Then my gaze fixed on Xie Zhuo.

It’s over…

These were the only words in my heart.

And the reason these words appeared in my heart wasn’t because I wanted to see his expression, but because I saw the black energy emerging from behind him—

Evil spirit energy…

Xie Zhuo had developed evil spirit energy.

This evil energy emerged subtly; he hadn’t noticed it. Or rather, the current Xie Zhuo simply couldn’t notice it.

And “I,” “I” hadn’t noticed it either.

This evil energy wasn’t like the evil energy outside Kunlun, visible to the naked eye.

If not for my soul form, I fear I wouldn’t have been able to see it at all.

The little attendant present certainly couldn’t discover it.

“I” cut the red thread on my wrist, then turned and left, leaving only Xie Zhuo standing alone in place.

That subtle evil energy floated around Xie Zhuo, stretching into strange shapes in the air.

Resembling a nightmare demon, and also resembling the initial form of the evil deity’s soul, I had once seen.

It seemed able to sense my existence, emitting extremely bizarre cackling laughter at me.

I looked at Xie Zhuo, who had no awareness, then at this subtle evil energy that had swallowed my attacking soul power, and in my heart, a chill arose from the depths of my soul.

I suddenly realized something I had overlooked before—

I was once also “me.”

In my life, I met Xie Zhuo in the snow bamboo forest, with the appearance of that silver light.

If this silver light was the inevitability of our meeting, it would mean that at the moment I experienced, there was also a soul!

A soul from the future, watching me, anxious, facilitating my meeting with Xie Zhuo!

If so…

Then…

Where is that soul?

Why didn’t that soul appear when Xie Zhuo and I divorced? Why didn’t it stop me from cutting the red thread in time?

Or perhaps, that soul was just like my current soul.

In a world invisible to everyone, using all its strength, but unable to affect reality in the slightest.

So, the immortal Fu Jiuxia successfully divorced Xie Zhuo.

Then at night, Xie Zhuo went mad, took Pangu Fu, split open space and time, bringing the immortal Fu Jiuxia back to five hundred years ago…

Once more, entering this cycle of time.

Time travel, the second time travel, to the City of the Unmoving Dead. Then, witnessing Xie Zhuo’s death, witnessing Kunlun’s fall, then borrowing the power of the main deity, returning to Xie Zhuo’s childhood…

Finally… until now…

Perhaps, I never successfully prevented our divorce.

Perhaps, I never had time to tell Xie Zhuo how to destroy the evil deity.

More perhaps… each time, I failed at this point, where the red thread was cut…

So Fu Jiuxia would, at this time, constantly repeat, back and forth, wandering…

I felt fear, couldn’t help doubting myself, just like when Kunlun fell—did I still have a way? The red thread was already cut, what else could I do?

If…

What if nothing I did would work?

Powerlessness and despair surrounded me. My soul began to shake violently.

“You’ve lost…”

In my moment of despair, suddenly, a bizarre voice came from before me.

I looked and saw the evil energy emanating from Xie Zhuo that no one knew about begin to transform. Like the evil deity, it transformed into the appearance of tens of thousands of people, using the voices of tens of thousands, with a triumphant smile, speaking to my soul in the void.

“Utterly defeated.”

I looked at it, opened my mouth in disbelief: “Evil deity… impossible…”

My soul shook, “You were sealed by Xie Zhuo in Zhu Lian’s body. You couldn’t possibly…”

“Why not?” he said, “During these four hundred years, Xie Zhuo continuously absorbed evil energy from you. Every night, he battled with me in his dreams. Why couldn’t I find a place in his body?”

I was stunned, speechless, not knowing how to respond.

“It’s just that I still can’t turn him into my vessel. Just a little more, General Jiu Xia. All thanks to your help.”

Hearing these words, I was stunned for a long while, involuntarily saying with a trembling voice: “You know about me…”

“Before Ji sacrificed his body, he already knew about you. However, at that time, I couldn’t confirm who you were. Until Fu Jiuxia appeared. Then I understood, the main deities, in places I didn’t know about, had made many futile struggles.”

The evil deity had known about me at that time…

That’s right, at that time, I was eager for quick success, continuously passing through the bodies of people in Magpie Mountain, causing my soul to develop evil energy.

The evil deity, so sensitive and cunning, should have quickly become aware of my existence.

“All these years!” I hated it so much I gritted my teeth: “You always, never stopped me.”

Not stopping me, not interfering, not pointing out my existence, just as if he had never discovered me.

Until this moment, at the last point, he blocked my attempt to prevent their divorce.

“Before, why stop you?” The evil deity’s voice passed through my soul, “Xie Zhuo needed to have a weakness and hope.” He laughed, “Look, I spent so much time, planting evil energy in him, never driving him to madness, but today…”

Following the evil deity’s words, I looked at Xie Zhuo.

He was still standing under the lovesick tree, eyes downcast, gray in his eyes, expression numb, without any spirit.

Just like… as the evil deity had expected, becoming a mere vessel…

“Crush his hope, and he will, sooner or later, become my carrier. And you… have also lost your value.”

As the evil deity’s words fell, I saw the evil energy surging toward me.

My soul immediately felt an incredibly intense tearing sensation!

He wanted to kill me!

In a daze, I also understood!

Why Xie Zhuo and I would return to five hundred years ago. Because the soul trying to stop me must have been killed by the evil deity at this moment!

If I am also killed by the evil deity at this moment.

Then, the immortal Fu Jiuxia will again be taken back five hundred years by Xie Zhuo.

The story would just be another hopeless cycle!

I can’t die here!

But what should I do?

At this point, the soul killed by the evil deity must have made all the efforts “she” could think of, but “she” was still killed by the evil deity.

So, I must! Must do something that any other “me” wouldn’t think of!

But what thing would only the current me, the present me, do that’s most special?

Fight to the death with the evil deity? Or find a stone, a tree? First dive to escape? Or… the stone on Xie Zhuo’s neck! Dive into that stone! First, escape the evil deity’s attack.

But… when all options were before me. I fell into doubt again.

Because how could I judge that the choice I made now would be something other “me”s wouldn’t think of?

Crisis and desperation seemed to force me into a dark spiral with no end in sight, ahead seemed to be all paths, yet also seemed to be no path at all.

I couldn’t choose.

The pain of my soul being torn became increasingly fierce.

I seemed truly about to end all my consciousness here.

Despair came, and I couldn’t find any way to break through.

I might die here.

But I…

How could I just die here?

In my heart, at the last moment, this question suddenly arose.

These thousands of years, I had seen all of Xie Zhuo’s loneliness and pain, and I had accompanied him, also bearing the same loneliness and pain.

I had walked so many years, traveled so many paths, was it just to end my life here because I couldn’t choose?

Just pick A, B, C, or D randomly!

Since I don’t know what’s correct anyway, just go with anything!

Since it’s death either way, might as well perish together!

I made up my mind, coming up with this idea:

I’ll just kill Xie Zhuo!

The evil deity wants to kill me and also wants Xie Zhuo’s body to become his vessel. How can all the benefits go to the evil deity alone?

If I must die here today, then I’ll take Xie Zhuo with me!

Xie Zhuo will die with me, anyway, he looks half-dead after the divorce, might as well not let him go through that five-hundred-year time travel later.

Just here, die here, completely break this cycle of time!

Let’s both come to a bad end!

Neither of us should go on!

I don’t know if other versions of me would think of this move, but I now feel that if I must choose one path, then this one, perhaps, is the road I never imagined!

Xie Zhuo! Let’s perish together!

This world, forget about it!

Using the last strength of my soul, I charged headlong into Xie Zhuo’s body.

Desperation in a desperate situation, struggle in pain, unwillingness composed of countless emotions, now, all the emotions contained in my soul perfectly empathized with Xie Zhuo at this moment.

I crashed into Xie Zhuo’s body.