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Bloodthirst spread through the air, and Ouyang Zixin began to worry about Yun Tianmo. To be honest, after learning about the events from years ago, she felt that these people deserved to die. However, Yun Tianmo's situation was not optimistic; he seemed to—
"Has he lost his mind?" Ouyang Zixin pushed aside the shadow guards and rushed out.
Sure enough!
She hadn't felt it while inside the encirclement, but once she burst out, she realized that the entire imperial capital was not only shrouded in bloodthirst but also thick with resentment—an unwillingness to accept fate!
With so many people in the capital, such resentment was clearly beyond what Yun Tianmo could withstand.
"Sister-in-law, come back quickly! It's dangerous!" Yun Tianying called from behind.
But Ouyang Zixin couldn't care less; if this continued, Yun Tianmo would truly be in danger, and her family behind her would also be at risk.
What to do? What to do?
——Master.
"Nameless?!" Ouyang Zixin suddenly turned around and found Nameless standing behind her, smiling at her.
"You’re still smiling? Think of something quickly; Yun Tianmo..."
——Master, you and I must unite to be complete. I am you; I am Nameless. This way, you can save Yun Tianmo.
Ouyang Zixin was taken aback by these words but quickly regained her composure. "Then what will happen to you?"
——In this world, there is no true Nameless. Nameless is merely a fragment of your consciousness. Now that you have use for me, I will naturally return to your body.
As she spoke, a white light began to emanate from Nameless, and the smile on their face was very familiar. Gradually, a soft glow enveloped both of them, and Nameless's appearance slowly changed until it looked exactly like Ouyang Zixin.
"This..."
Nameless silently mouthed a farewell—thank you.
Then, he transformed into a swirl of light and mist, rushing into Ouyang Zixin's body.
Ouyang Zixin immediately felt a surge of warmth spread throughout her body. She could clearly sense her strength increasing, growing stronger and stronger...
But tears also fell.
Nameless was gone.
A fragment of consciousness from A Thousand Years Ago now had its own awareness, yet it vanished just like that...
Nameless, I will miss you.
But right now, I must save Yun Tianmo. Thank you, and I'm sorry!
Ouyang Zixin opened her eyes again; there was nothing but determination in them.
Yun Tianying watched as Ouyang Zixin soared into the sky with the same Sky Treading technique as Yun Tianmo, stunned into silence. How did this woman suddenly become so formidable?
Sitting on the ground, Ning Zhiyuan looked at Ouyang Zixin, thinking that this was how she should be—radiant and dazzling.
Even though there were hardly any witnesses left to see it, let this be a final gift to me. Ning Zhiyuan smiled, recalling the first time he saw her, her Light and Easy demeanor, then slowly closed his eyes.
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"Husband." Ouyang Zixin held her daughter and looked at Yun Tianmo, who had just entered through the curtain, smiling sweetly.
Yun Tianmo, dressed in fur, hurriedly tossed aside his outer garment as he approached and whispered, "Did our daughter cause any trouble today?"
Ouyang Zixin shook her head with a smile. "She was very well-behaved today. Ah, look, she's smiling at you."
"Hahaha, my good daughter, come here for a hug," said Yun Tianmo, reaching out to take his daughter into his arms, his careful demeanor making Ouyang Zixin giggle.
Now, their lives revolved entirely around their daughter. After settling in Cloud Nation, they stopped concerning themselves with worldly matters, leaving everything on Yuhai Continent to Ouyang Hao and Yun Tianying.
Five years had passed, and Ouyang Zixin and Yun Tianmo cherished the arrival of their daughter.
Recalling the bloody scene in the Capital of the Departed Nation, Ouyang Zixin often shed silent tears, wondering if it was because of the heavy toll of slaughter that heaven had denied them a child.
Little did she know that it was because she had injured herself while trying to pull Yun Tianmo out of her demonic state.
Afterward, Yun Tianmo concealed her pain to spare Ouyang Zixin's feelings and sought out the reclusive Rong Yi and Rong Er. Oh, Rong Er was the Grandmaster of Dream Nation, who couldn't resist the pressure and temptation to take on such a name.
The two secretly helped her recover, which allowed Ouyang Zixin to conceive.
Only then did the family of three begin to enjoy a relaxed and warm life together.
"Son-in-law! You are too inconsiderate!" Ouyang Hao's voice rang out, sounding quite spirited.
It seemed that the so-called relaxed warmth was fully displayed among the three of them.
Along with Ouyang Hao came Yun Tianying, both of them complaining as usual about Yun Tianmo neglecting her responsibilities regarding Yuhai Continent.
However, before long, several big men were all gathered around the little princess, playing with her and completely forgetting about their duties.
Ouyang Zixin watched the warm scene before her with a smile. She then stood up and walked outside. Stretching lazily, she looked up at the blue sky and softly said—Mom, there really is someone to love me in your place! But you won't wait for me to return because I have a child now too; I want to love her just like you loved me...
"Xin'er..."
"Mother." Ouyang Zixin greeted Bai Su with a smile and supported her. "Here again to see Dad?"
Bai Su chuckled, "Of course! Every time I come here, I forget to go back."
A mother and daughter held hands, looking at the men surrounding the little princess, smiling sweetly...
History may repeat itself, but it will certainly be different;
History may not repeat itself, but as long as everything is calm and happy, what does it matter if we forget the bloodshed?
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Yuhai Continent, Year Ten of the Qingli Era.
In a tavern.
"…Speaking of that war, it was truly a tale worth singing and weeping over! Our king fought against hundreds, against thousands, and thus established the unified Yuhai Continent..."
"Hey, storyteller, stop exaggerating. No matter how powerful the king is, he couldn't possibly single-handedly defeat the Three Great Empires!"
A commotion erupted, and the storyteller merely glanced at the audience below. Ignoring their interruptions, he continued, "That Bloodthirst lingered for an entire year without fading. If it weren't for the king's mercy in presenting a treasured artifact, who knows how much longer the Bloodthirst would have lasted on the Yuhai Continent..."
"Get out of here with your nonsense!" another voice shouted.
"Haha, aren't you all just paying to hear me boast? Alright, alright, that's enough for today. Gentlemen and ladies, how about a little reward for my storytelling..."
History is only in the hands of the victors. (THE END)
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