Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

She smiled slightly, a smile that was somewhat eerie: "I've talked to each of the Twenty-One Extremes about this. I thought that as creations of Kunxuan, they would obey Kunxuan's arrangements, but one by one they started to stubbornly resist. So, I can only be the bad guy."

The Twenty-One Extremes are an integral part of Kunxuan. If the world is to be reset, the Twenty-One Extremes are indispensable. Ye Xuanqiu does not want anything to happen to Kunxuan that would cause the world reset to fail.

This is a massive undertaking, and even the slightest difference can lead to different results. At this critical juncture, Ye Xuanqiu dares not be negligent.

Ye Yuchan's face showed surprise. She asked, "Kunxuan... agreed?"

Judging from the images released by Ye Xuanqiu earlier, Kunxuan is someone who cares a lot about his children. Whether it is Hongmeng or the Twenty-One Extremes, they are all children he created.

More than a creator god, he was like a father... or rather a mother, possessing an extraordinary love for all living beings.

Would such an existence grant Ye Xuanqiu's insane idea, or even help her hunt down her own children?

Ye Xuanqiu tugged at her clothes, seemingly in a particularly good mood, a smile constantly playing on her lips, her laughter echoing in this empty, false space: "Yes, he agreed. I just made a deal with him."

"What kind of deal?" Ye Yuchan asked.

“I promised him that after the world restarts, he can freely explore the airspace, and even go to another world to cause trouble. If he encounters any difficulties, I can try to help him.”

"How many years has Kunxuan stayed in this universe? If we're talking about the person who's most curious about what's behind that snow-white rift, it has to be Kunxuan. He has doubts about his own existence, and this is a perfect opportunity to prove himself."

"Countless creations, countless reproductions, Kunxuan must be eager to know who his creator is, and also what he really is... Countless [curiosities] led to the transaction between him and me."

"He no longer needs to be his manager; instead, he is free to explore everything beyond the domain. That is his condition."

"I agree."

Kunxuan's confusion about himself and his curiosity about himself fueled his desire to explore beyond the realms.

Ye Xuanqiu, however, caught this thought and made a deal with Kunxuan.

Even the Primordial Ancestor could lose himself...?

Hearing Ye Xuanqiu's words, Ye Yuchan clenched her fists, her veins bulging.

She took a deep breath and then stared at Ye Xuanqiu: "After the world resets, Ruoxue and the others will all die, right?"

“Without a doubt.” Ye Xuanqiu spread her hands, her meaning clear, her face full of indifferent disdain: “But so what? What do they have to do with me?”

"Why are you telling us all this?" Ye Yuchan asked, puzzled.

What is the point of placing these things directly in front of Ye Yuchan and Yun Ping?

Ye Xuanqiu's explanation for this was quite simple.

She simply gazed at Yunping with affection and smiled, saying, "It's just to tell my husband about my plan. If possible, I don't want to be ruthless towards you. After hearing all of this, I want to see if you will choose to follow my plan."

“In this way, we can both live forever and exist eternally. Moreover, Kunxuan has gone to the outer world, leaving only my husband and me in this universe. Isn’t this the best world for two?”

"but……"

Ye Xuanqiu's face suddenly turned pale with disappointment and helplessness.

Because what was reflected in her beautiful eyes was Yun Ping's unusually cold face, as if covered with a layer of frost.

The cold liquid churned in his pupils, like the sea surface under the moonlight, carrying a strange chill.

"Judging from my husband's eyes, he doesn't seem too happy."

"Is it because you're reluctant to part with your disciples?" Ye Xuanqiu asked.

Yunping's answer didn't even require thinking: "They are important."

“But they will all die soon.” Ye Xuanqiu still couldn’t understand Yunping’s thinking: “Husband, they will all die. Even if you have a way to preserve your personality and memories, they can’t. They will die. Even if they become half-immortals, in our eyes they will only live a short time.”

"They will die eventually, whether they die now or later, it makes little difference to us."

"Life is worthless in the face of eternity."

"Wouldn't it be nice to live happily ever after with me?"

……

……

The young man in white stared at Ye Xuanqiu's outstretched hand, remaining silently indifferent.

One second, two seconds... five seconds... ten seconds...

One minute.

three minutes.

Silence is the best answer.

The expectation in Ye Xuanqiu's eyes gradually dimmed, and the beautiful smile on her face slowly faded.

"I see, then there's nothing we can do about it."

The hand that had been suspended in mid-air, inviting Yunping, slowly descended.

A hint of impatience flashed across Ye Xuanqiu's face as she coldly said to the surrounding void, "Kunxuan, it's up to you now."

The words fell.

The void beneath Ye Xuanqiu and Ye Yuchan's feet suddenly collapsed into chaos. At the same time, the surrounding space began to collapse, and the powerful force even sealed off the area around Yunping.

Ye Yuchan suddenly felt her feet dangle in the air, and an unprecedented feeling of falling swept over her entire body. Before she could react, she fell into that chaos.

She reached out her hand, trying to ask Yunping for help, while Yunping bent down, looking surprised, and tried to grab Ye Yuchan.

But that power, that indescribable power, made Yun Ping's body stiffen instantly, and his hands, which were originally within reach, crossed paths at this moment.

"You old scoundrel...!"

The moment those urgent and anxious words echoed in my ears.

Ye Yuchan and Ye Xuanqiu disappeared.

The white-robed youth stood in the void, still bent over. The binding force on his body made him very unhappy, and now that Ye Yuchan had been taken away, his long-calm heart began to stir.

He raised his head, his dead fish eyes staring straight ahead at the rolling chaos.

A figure slowly emerged from the chaos.

He looks almost identical to Yunping; both are young men.

The young man, however, appeared more imposing and intimidating than Yun Ping. His face was expressionless and he was not going to show any expression.

He hovered there, with the rolling chaos and nothingness behind him, indescribable and unobservable.

"Kunxuan, are you really going to do this?"

Yunping's words seemed forced out, his gaze fixed on the figure.

Kunxuan smiled, a smile so infectious that it inspired awe and even a desire to kneel before him.

Kunxuan gently opened his lips, but no words came out.

The answer to Yunping came from all directions, from every corner of the main space.

It was a sound as resounding as a great bell, yet it also gave off an endless sense of pressure.

"Resetting the world is not a bad thing."

This figure is merely a projection of Kunxuan; its true form is this chaos.

Yun Ping stared coldly at Kun Xuan: "Even if this destroys everything that has been built up over countless years?"

"I need to know who I am, where I came from, and where I am going."

"Resetting the world and going to another world is necessary."

"The birth of the Primordial Ancestor was too sudden, so it's only natural to want to explore it... What about you, my kind?"

Kunxuan stared at Yunping and asked calmly.

"To want to, or not to want to?"

Kunxuan knew that Yunping would not lie on such a matter of principle.

Even if he lied, Kunxuan would know.

Yunping smiled and shrugged: "To be honest, my answer is one word."

One word?

A hint of bitterness appeared on Kunxuan's lips.

He already knew Yunping's answer.

That's not what I wanted.

But -

"roll!"

The word fell.

The young man in the white shirt clapped his hands forward.

At the same time, the chaos behind Kunxuan surged violently, and an invisible hand reached out from behind him.

Amidst the violent tremors of the void and the terrifying silent impact, the palms of the two primordial ancestors collided in mid-air at the dawn of creation.

72. Come on, let's snipe each other at the middle gate.

Falling.

Falling.

The surrounding scenery was both real and unreal, with lines that were visible but indescribable rushing past.

The feeling of space being torn apart swept over Ye Yuchan, and she felt as if her limbs were bound by invisible chains, making it difficult to move. At the same time, she could feel the coldness spreading and climbing over those chains, and her back felt as if it were being pierced by countless silver needles, penetrating her acupoints and reaching deep into her body.

But this was just an anomaly caused by spatial teleportation. The next second, as she felt a solid sensation under her feet, a bright and soft light flowed down from above, illuminating the girl's confused and nervous face.

She raised her head and looked up at the dark sky, where only a bright moon hung, without any stars surrounding it. It stood alone on the black curtain, guiding the cold wind of the night.

Ye Yuchan returned to this place once again—the Thousand Ghost Forest.

The soil beneath their feet remained lifeless and scorched black. On the ten tombstones before them, the members of the Yuntian Sect, bound by massive chains, still kept their heads bowed, their very breaths sealed by the strange chains.

She took a deep breath and lowered her gaze to Ye Xuanqiu in front of her.

The face that was exactly the same as Ye Yuchan's slowly turned around, and Ye Xuanqiu smiled gently, tossing her beautiful hair in the cold night wind: "A long-awaited world for two is not bad."