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"Dabao, forgive me. In this lifetime, I\'ve been the person who has hurt you the most," Bai Cixin softly closed her beautiful eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze was unwavering.

The long sword in her hand pointed towards the Empress, making her intentions clear.

As Wang Dabao watched his wife\'s actions, his eyes filled with despair, and he seemed lifeless.

"Wang Dabao is truly pitiful," Qing Ya whispered as she looked at his lonely figure.

Upon hearing this, Ye Hua let out a sigh. Everyone has the right to make their own choices, and he never interfered with their decisions. But since they had made their choice...

They had to face the consequences of their decision, whether it brought joy or sorrow. They had to bear the pain that came with it.

Bai Cixin chose pain, and there was nothing she could do about it. That\'s just how life is—many things can\'t be perfect. The person you care for might not reciprocate in the same way.

Wang Dabao had sacrificed a lot for Bai Cixin. His selfless dedication without expecting anything in return made Ye Hua admire him as a man.

If it were him, he feared he couldn\'t achieve the same state of mind as Wang Dabao. If he had put in the effort, he must have something to gain. If there was no reward, he would still forcefully claim it!

In the midst of the battle, Bai Cixin suddenly burst forth with a violent aura. Her delicate body was enveloped in white flames, radiating a fierce determination.

The blazing white flames exuded majestic spiritual energy. Bai Cixin\'s beautiful eyes reflected both joy and reluctance.

Even Bai Cixin herself knew that she was about to die...

In this fight, Bai Cixin intended to bid farewell to her efforts with her death. She never expected to win.

Finally, she glanced at her husband one last time and shouted, "Danqing Sword Art!"

Boom!

All the spiritual energy around Bai Cixin poured into the long sword in her hand. The entire sword, like a ferocious beast, emitted a series of sword cries, trembling violently!

In an instant, the sword shot forward, causing everything in its path to explode.

The Empress\'s eyes narrowed, and the purple sword in her hand unleashed a whirlwind.

"Qinghong Purple Dragon!"

The purple sword in the Empress\'s hand transformed into a giant purple dragon, emanating a tremendous dragon might that covered the sky.

Roar!

A deafening dragon roar shook the earth. With her shout, the purple dragon rushed towards the raging sword!

Seeing this situation, Ye Hua deeply sighed, while Qing Ya buried her head in her husband\'s chest.

Before the ferocious sword aura could touch the purple dragon, it shattered into pieces!

At this moment, Bai Cixin\'s sword turned into powder, and she calmly stood there, her delicate figure facing the incoming purple dragon.

The purple dragon showed no mercy. Its fierce momentum surged towards Bai Cixin, and the terrifying dragon might swept across her white clothes.

Suddenly...

A black figure rushed into the scene!

Seeing this scene, Ye Hua frowned, his right hand even gathering something, but it dissipated...

Perhaps this was the best outcome.

Qing Ya gazed at the black figure, tears of deep emotion streaming from her beautiful eyes. A man who could act like this, that woman must be very lucky, just like herself.

On that desperate day, Ye Hua appeared in the realm of Voidless and drove away the villain. That was what moved her...

Qing Yutong also felt heavy-hearted witnessing the black figure\'s resolute action. This kind of situation seemed like something that only happened in TV dramas, or even in the plays she had acted in. She never expected to witness it firsthand.

She felt a heavy burden in her heart. If Bai Cixin could let go of her obsession, it would be such a happy thing.

Bai Cixin had originally been watching as the purple dragon approached, but before her eyes appeared that familiar face—Dabao...

Wang Dabao didn\'t pay any attention to the purple dragon behind him. Instead, he tightly embraced his wife.

Nestled in his warm embrace, Bai Cixin felt completely at ease.

"Wife, wherever you go, I\'ll accompany you." Wang Dabao gently stroked Bai Cixin\'s beautiful hair and spoke with a smile.

"Dabao..." Bai Cixin softly called out.

Roar!

The purple dragon roared as it opened its mouth, its violent aura piercing through the bodies of the husband and wife. Then, it flew into the sky, roaring once more before transforming into a purple sword and returning to the Empress\'s hand.

The sword dripped with blood, staining the yellow sand, drop by drop...

Wang Dabao held his wife tightly, while Bai Cixin leaned against her husband\'s embrace.

Bai Cixin softly spoke, "Dabao, will our child be a boy or a girl?"

Wang Dabao grinned, "Silly, let\'s have a boy and then a girl."

"That sounds good. You\'ll be responsible for taking the kids to school, and I\'ll cook for you at home." Bai Cixin chuckled, her beautiful face filled with anticipation for the future.

Wang Dabao seemed to see the future as well and said with a smile, "Our whole family will definitely be happy."

"Yeah, Dabao, I\'m tired. Let\'s go home."

"Yeah, let\'s go home."

The couple nestled closely together, and their feet gradually transformed into purple starlight, rising slowly...

Bai Cixin\'s serene and beautiful face slowly disappeared, and Wang Dabao\'s happy smile also turned into starlight.

The purple starlight floated into the sky, merging with the blue sky.

Wang Dabao and Bai Cixin disappeared like that, carrying their hopes for the future... their longing for each other... their home...

Perhaps, as they said, this kind of ending is going home... No longer needing to worry about worldly conflicts, they can live peacefully together.

Qing Ya had already cried so much, resembling a tearful person, and even Qing Yutong was the same.

Wang Dabao\'s deep affection touched them, and the love between the couple made them burst into tears. Especially when they saw the couple gradually disappear, the vibrant colors on their faces were so heart-wrenching.

The two women leaned on Ye Hua\'s embrace, weeping, and Ye Hua held Qing Ya and Qing Yutong tightly, his expression somewhat heavy.

He had witnessed such situations before, many times. Men dying for women, and women dying for men.

At that time, he felt nothing, even considering them foolish.

But now, Ye Hua didn\'t feel the same way. Perhaps it was because of his familiarity with them. The deaths of Wang Dabao and his wife annoyed Ye Hua. \'Why did they choose such an ending?\'

\'Even when this deity allowed you to live! Yet, you still chose death without hesitation!\'

\'Why is that? I can\'t understand!\'

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