Kan Ze was extremely powerful within the Tianji Formation, and Er’er’s small water column naturally couldn’t harm him.

However, the celestial energy intertwined within the water was so familiar to him that Kan Ze’s Water Spirit Sword, which had nearly reached Li Ye’s face, suddenly froze.

He turned around, reached out to catch a strand of water, and sniffed it with confusion.

“You…” he suddenly spoke, his unfocused pupils slightly contracting, “are you me?”

Though his question seemed disjointed, Er’er understood. Surging water vapor swept toward her. She raised her hand to protect herself, then said to him: “I am not you, but I know who you are.”

On the other side, Li Ye frowned and moved to protect her, but Kan Ze reacted quickly, blocking his path with a water screen while raising the Water Spirit Sword against him once more.

“Kan Ze,” Er’er called out urgently, “you’re someone who knows the truth, aren’t you?”

The Water Spirit Sword paused again. Kan Ze turned back, looking at her with eyes full of confusion.

At that moment, Er’er felt a stir in her chest as a jade pendant suddenly flew out. The pendant was entirely jade-green with the character ‘Kan’ engraved on it.

This was the jade pendant that Kan Ze had given her, representing the authority of the Kan family’s ruler. Although it no longer held actual power, it should be the most familiar object to Kan Ze. The jade was very fragile and should have shattered into powder when swept by the killing intent surrounding him. Yet this jade pendant passed through Kan Ze’s barrier and landed directly in his palm.

A green light flashed, and the pendant dissolved into light, with the character ‘Kan’ merging into his hand. Instantly, Kan Ze’s dilated pupils gradually returned to normal, and the unstable, strange celestial energy around him gradually disappeared.

He remembered who he was, and naturally also remembered that his soul had already scattered.

Closing his palm, Kan Ze gripped the Water Spirit Sword, slightly at a loss. He glanced at Li Ye, his hostility still undiminished, but the suffocating water vapor in the air had completely vanished.

Li Ye raised an eyebrow, brushed off the mist on his body, and flew to land in front of Er’er.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Er’er’s hands were still trembling slightly, but she proudly lifted her chin: “The method to break the Resurrection Formation is to make the resurrected beings remember who they are.”

As Li Ye had said earlier, things that emerged from the Resurrection Formation had no memories and were merely tools, which made them especially lethal. Combining this with her dreams of Kan Ze wandering around asking who he was, Er’er’s clever little mind had figured out the solution.

It was also fate that she had Kan Ze’s jade pendant, which could resolve this deadly situation. Otherwise, even if she shouted until her throat was raw, this being might not have believed her.

Kan Ze hated Li Ye; after all, there was a mortal grudge between them. But once he regained consciousness, Er’er felt that what he wanted most might not be to kill Li Ye, because earlier, he had sent a message telling her to find the Mirror Flower Water Moon.

Before learning about Zhu Yan’s conspiracy, Er’er had been curious about the reason, but now she understood. Kan Ze had most likely been manipulated and became an innocent soul under Li Ye’s wrath. He knew the Celestial Divination Master’s plans and Zhu Yan’s calculations, so after his death, he had placed all his hopes on her, hoping she would break this impasse.

What Kan Ze wanted was not revenge, but peace under heaven.

Feeling somewhat emotional, Er’er looked at Kan Ze in the distance.

He stared steadily at Li Ye, his eyes filled with complex emotions. The Water Spirit Sword hummed continuously, seemingly wanting to fly up, but he gripped it tightly.

“You were deceived,” he said to Li Ye.

Li Ye had been looking down at the few blood marks on Er’er’s hand, but upon hearing these words, he coldly raised his eyes.

“Bie Ji is not your mother; she was fabricated by Zhu Yan to deceive you,” Kan Ze said hoarsely. “He manipulated Mirror Flower Water Moon and deliberately forged Bie Ji’s dying whispers because he knew you had never been loved, and you craved this thing.”

The surrounding air suddenly cooled a few degrees.

Er’er instinctively turned and embraced the man beside her, hurriedly comforting him: “No, no, we have plenty of people who love us, we don’t crave it.”

The anger that had just risen was suppressed somewhat. Li Ye pursed his lips, but when he spoke, he was still irritated: “Can I kill him?”

“You’ve killed him once already,” Er’er continued to stroke his chest, speaking softly. “It wouldn’t hurt to listen to him say a few more words this time.”

“Others can deceive me, and so can he,” he said, displeased.

Er’er blinked and smiled at him: “I won’t deceive you. If he says anything wrong, I’ll tell you.”

Turning his gaze to her, Li Ye raised an eyebrow: “You know a lot of things.”

“Not that much.” Burying her head against his chest guiltily, Er’er said in a muffled voice, “Just about you, I specifically learned a bit.”

Remembering the golden-white light around her, Li Ye fell silent.

Kan Ze over there looked at the two with a strange expression. He wanted to raise his sword but restrained himself, and still spoke up: “The Celestial Divination Master has been wary of you since the day you ascended, because his position was not rightfully earned. You are the earliest immortal in the world, and by seniority, the position of Lord of the Nine Heavens should be yours.”

“That’s his unnecessary concern,” Li Ye said indifferently. “I’m not interested.”

“You may not be interested, but you’re still his threat,” Kan Ze snorted lightly. “The last time we fought, I thought you wanted to usurp the position and eliminate me first, to prevent my Kan clan from restraining your Li clan.”

“But after spending some time with the young lady in your arms, I found that might not be the case.”

“You and I have both become pawns in someone else’s hands,” he narrowed his eyes, pointing the Water Spirit Sword at Li Ye. “So you are also a loser.”

Li Ye looked at him coldly: “I am a loser who is still alive.”

Kan Ze: “…”

When a resurrected person realizes they have died before, even if they are a counterfeit, they cannot survive for long. Kan Ze laughed self-mockingly, threw down the Water Spirit Sword, and sat down: “My skills were inferior, I have nothing to say.”

Thunder could be heard from the edge of the sky. Kan Ze knew it was the Celestial Divination Master getting angry. He looked down at his hands that were starting to become transparent and smiled somewhat sarcastically: “I served you for tens of thousands of years, yet you used me to this extent.”

“Initially, you also wanted to kill him,” the Celestial Way said, dissatisfied.

“Yes,” Kan Ze raised an eyebrow. “He could kill me, so why couldn’t I leave behind the Death Array of the Killing God for revenge? Besides, if he had died then, the world would surely have been peaceful for tens of thousands more years.”

“But now—”

Looking up toward the edge of the sky, Kan Ze said: “Only your death can bring peace to the world.”

Breathing slightly constricted, the Celestial Way angrily waved his sleeve, pacing back and forth several times before laughing again: “I cannot die.”

“Unless he wants to bring down the entire world with him, I cannot die.”

People were still walking out of the Resurrection Formation. Kan Ze picked up the Water Spirit Sword but walked toward the Resurrection Formation.

“Since I have already returned to heaven and earth, I will no longer concern myself with these matters.” he raised his hand and waved at Er’er without looking back. “Young lady, cultivate well, your future is limitless.”