"Finally, we were honest with each other, exchanged some information, and confirmed a few things."

"My deduction was correct. As early as a thousand years ago, the Candle Dragon and the Vermilion Bird had already disagreed with the Qilin. Some wanted to destroy the Primordial, while others wanted to seize it! Fortunately, I had warned the President a long time ago, hoping the old man would be vigilant. With the President’s intelligence, it probably wasn’t hard to guess that their conclusion back then was wrong."

"Because the key to preventing the apocalypse is not at Buzhou Mountain, nor at the Fusang Divine Palace, but within the Qilin Immortal Palace!"

"The Qilin Immortal Palace holds the ultimate secret, and it’s the key to achieving the Third Law!"

"I don’t have time left. I must go to the Qilin Immortal Palace once again to find the Candle Light Divine Tree!"

"Before leaving, I had a dream. In the dream, I couldn’t return and was trapped in an endless pitch-black cage, where all I could see was darkness, not even my fingers. That was eternal solitude and loneliness—could it be death? I sense my time is near and plan to give this diary to Xiao Han."

"I know she separated from me back then because she wanted me to avoid a curse, so I don’t blame her. If I die, here are the last clues I’ve left. If the curse of the Vermilion Bird Clan doesn’t end with me, then my student will unravel this mystery for me. In the end, I went to see my ex-wife and son. I didn’t get close, just watched from afar. I sincerely hope they can be happy in a world without me."

"Finally, I bid farewell to my student. Having you as my student is my good fortune."

"You are my pride."

This diary is still written in the Night Watcher’s coded script.

This was left by Gu Ci’an, the final clue.

There was a snap.

The diary in Su Youzhu’s hand fell to the ground, and the cat-face mask shattered.

Vermilion flames spread across her delicate collarbone like a tide, reaching her cheeks.

She painfully clutched her forehead, her snow-like exquisite face turning almost transparent from blood loss, yet she heard the familiar sound of torrential rain, seeing a burning highway and a god that obscured the sky.

She felt like her brain was being torn apart, and her consciousness was fragmented, attempting to reconstruct itself.

In the hazy light and shadow, she seemed to see something.

It was a clue crucially forgotten by her!

"Boss?"

The Butcher exclaimed, "What’s wrong, Boss?"

The Scholar tried to support her, but his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Su Youzhu staggered backward, but the dilapidated corridor ignited with vermilion flames.

The flames swayed like demons, as if trying to engulf her.

"I don’t know, I seem to have forgotten something..."

Su Youzhu’s eyes glistened with tears of pain, her mind filled with a huge blank. Last year, she went to the burning highway and saved her beloved boy from a charred vehicle.

Yes, that was it.

But it wasn’t just that.

Because after saving that boy, she saw something.

Something crucially terrifying.

But it was erased by some dreadful power.

Yet, for some reason, when she saw the diary, the memories that should have been erased surfaced like bubbles, not only causing her brain-ripping pain but also overwhelming tide of fear!

Fear enough to destroy her!

It was because she saw it that the Vermilion Bird Clan’s curse manifested on her.

"They’re here! They’re coming!"

Fu Qingxuan backed away in terror, muttering.

Ji Xiaoyu’s eyes were filled with a shadow of despair, illuminated by the vermilion flames on her face.

The Butcher became alert like a beast, swinging fists like hammers at the flames!

Bang!

A powerful punch was solidly blocked.

The Scholar’s sign-sealing hands also froze mid-air, huge terror revealed in his eyes.

Someone stepped out of the vermilion flames, an old face wearing a sinister smile, his overwhelming mental aura surging like a tide, binding everyone in the basement.

It should have been a kind, elderly face, yet it was terrifyingly eerie.

Su Youzhu fought the ache in her head, raising her eyes to glance at the old man, her blood running cold.

Once, in the ancestral temple of the Gu Family, she saw a picture of this old man.

This was Old Gu’s father, Xiao Gu’s grandfather.

Gu Qingcheng!

"Come home, child."

Gu Qingcheng smiled slightly, revealing white teeth. Ancient God’s Breath boiled, his appearance and stature distorted in the flames, like a monstrous bird ready to soar into the sky!

Clusters of flames ignited behind him, ghostly shadows like evil spirits stepping out from the fire!

Su Youzhu’s Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword trembled, she forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart, trying to focus her spirituality.

"No, you’re not."

She gritted her teeth, coldly saying, "You’re a fake! Xiao Gu’s great-grandfather followed the Ancient Martial Path!"

Old Gu’s diary was finally validated. Humans cannot naturally return from the dead. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

But the Ancient God Clan can!

The reason these monsters were here initially was to destroy that diary.

Now that the diary has emerged, Su Youzhu is the only one who deciphered its specific content.

They sensed it again, descending upon her.

Su Youzhu’s eyes shone with dark red lightning, and the Ancient God’s Breath roared.

Primordial Return.

Candle Yin’s true form!

But just as the Original State was about to converge, Gu Qingcheng exhaled like a furious wind!

Su Youzhu flashed an image of a godly phantom cloaking the sky, the pain of soul-tearing left her nearly unable to control her spirit and body, unable to make any resistance.

In a split second, a luminous Holy Light Barrier appeared before her.

Boom!

Gu Qingcheng retreated like a ghost, with vermilion flames wilting like ashes.

"In the end, I made it in time."

At the end of the abandoned corridor, someone softly spoke.

Yuuki Yocchi, gasping for breath, releasing sacred light from her hands.

Da He Wang wielded a heavy anti-material sniper rifle, its barrel still emitting thick smoke.

With the wall’s collapse, Xing Yun and Ghost Eye attacked from left and right, firmly locking the old man’s shoulders, flipping him heavily onto the floor.

Su Youzhu’s vision dimmed, weakly falling back, colliding into a cold yet soft embrace.

"Just look at you."

Jiang Mingyan, holding this estranged daughter of his, looked on coldly, saying sternly, "For such a man, what have you done to yourself?"

Jiang Ze emerged from the darkness, picked up the old diary, and frowned, saying, "So that’s it. This diary is essentially a Mythical Weapon from the Qiongqi Clan, possessing hidden power. It was because of this origin that the diary initially survived, but over time, its existence was eventually discovered."

All members of Dusk were here because of Scarlet’s command.

Their sharp experience and insight effortlessly discerned the girl’s issue.

"It seems Miss Youzhu’s memory has been tampered with."

Yuuki Yocchi touched the girl’s forehead, perceiving her mental state, "When an event is simultaneously erased or retained by Qiongqi’s power, then the forces from the same source will conflict. At the diary’s revelation, Qiongqi’s power was on the verge of collapse. Miss Youzhu’s lost memory will also be retrieved."

Da He Wang frowned and asked, "Retrieving a memory, would it be so painful?"

Good question.

Jiang Ze glanced at his sister, hesitating.

"Of course not, because her subconscious was traumatized, unwilling to remember."

Jiang Mingyan coldly snorted, "Of course, the Vermilion Bird Clan is still exploiting Qiongqi’s power, trying to dissipate her memory. The same applies to her current cheap adoptive mother."

Suddenly, a terrifying roar erupted.

Xing Yun and Ghost Eye flew back like cannonballs, violently crashing into the basement.