For two years, she resigned herself to her fate and sat in the dark, recalling her experiences with Song Sheng, Gao Junyi, Xiao Tree Spirit, and Painted Skin Ghost from beginning to end, trying to recall every detail, wanting to pass the empty years, but gradually, those beautiful experiences were also clouded little by little.

She kneel weakly in the darkness and screamed and cried, these memories, she didn't want to forget, this was her only sustenance, but she couldn't survive the shackles that time gave to memories. She cherished those memories carefully, and no matter how careful she was, she couldn't grasp them like sand between her fingers.

In the third year, she finally collapsed, and conjured thousands of flying swords to pierce this void space, but the thousands of flying swords just threw themselves into the darkness, did not break, did not make a sound, just disappeared, and disappeared silently, so the chaos mirror returned to its original origin, and only she and this darkness depended on each other.

In the fifth year, she had no intention of pursuing any more cultivation or revenge, and despair gradually filled her heart. Her gaze was glazed and empty, as if detached from all feelings. She has been in the Chaos Mirror for a hundred and fifty years, and she doesn't know the passage of time, because time is worthless in this Chaos Mirror, and she doesn't know what changes are outside, because there is only darkness in the Chaos Mirror.

In the eighth year, because he had no thoughts, his heart was full of demons, his blood and qi were retrograde, and his cultivation was reversed.

In the tenth year, she broke down and walked in the darkness crying and laughing. Three hundred years in the Chaos Mirror had dulled her mind, she couldn't remember her purpose, she couldn't remember her identity, just aimless pain.

In the fifteenth year, she finally endured to the end. She had tried all the ways to make herself have something to do besides cultivation, but there was nothing, there was something to do, something to move, and some people could say that it had become her unattainable fantasy. There seemed to be no feeling in his hands, and all his senses began to degenerate, and he was on the verge of trance. She thought that even if she rushed out and drowned, it would be better than dying here.

She shook her white hair, which was long enough to mop the floor, and dapped between her feet to the ground, and flew away towards the only source of light. The pale and bony hands stretched forward happily, as if it was a relief for them to touch the exit earlier. The swaying barrier unfolded in front of her eyes, it was the first time in four hundred and fifty years that she had seen a third color other than black and gray, and she was shocked by the blue beauty for a long time, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

The corners of Chu Shishu's mouth bloomed with a warm smile with arcs, and tears continued to appear in his eyes inexplicably. She never knew that what was once within reach could now give her salvation and shock. She raised her hand, and with the last step, she could go out, escape from this cold and unforgiving Chaos Mirror, and escape from all the difficulties of this world. She longed for access to soft water, and she longed for the imminent feeling of being drowned, which was better than nothing at all.

No pain, no contact with things. She doesn't know the weight, she doesn't know the size, she doesn't have the ups and downs of emotions. In this way, can it still be considered a person? Tormented by the endless nothingness, she gasped for her last breath, just wanting to escape from this bottomless pit.

"Chu Shishu, do you really want to give up?" The voice came to her ears out of thin air.

Chu Shishu was shocked inexplicably, but she hadn't spoken for nearly four hundred and fifty years, and her dry throat was like a tightened faucet, trying to drip a drop of water.

"Yes.... Who...."The shriveled voice doesn't seem to resemble a human voice.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but have you forgotten your responsibility? Have you forgotten why you got into the Chaos Mirror? ”

“..... Time.... It's been too long.... Don't remember... ....." Chu Shishu recalled confusedly, but the blank space for many years could only make her recall the unchanging darkness in the chaos mirror, she shook her head painfully, she finally escaped from the abyss, she didn't want to, she couldn't think of her purpose, once she remembered, she would struggle in the abyss again.

"Chu Shishu, won't you take revenge on the sea of blood? Do you want to let your enemies go free? The voice echoed faintly in her ears, as if resentful, as if it was a reproach. Chu Shishu was stunned for a while, and the memories were like the lake water that had been poked open by someone and pressed into her mind. Grievance, unwillingness, anger, and resentment rolled over Chu Shishu, who was bound and struggling, and a painful roar came out of her dry throat.

The vocal cords, which had not fluttered for a long time, were frantically wearing themselves at this moment to vent the grief in Chu Shishu's heart. The pain of tearing made Chu Shishu finally feel like a human being, happy and painful.

"Chu Shishu, since you remember, don't suppress it anymore..."

Chu Shishu put down his hands holding his head and looked up at the blue sea in obsession. Turn around and swim into the darkness. The light grew smaller and smaller, and finally the whole world was dark again.

She had experienced the darkest of times, but she was tormented by the darkness and forgot the blood feud she carried.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood, violence against violence. Once you hurt someone, do you still want others to grit their teeth and swallow them in your stomach? If no one does this heavenly retribution, then do it yourself, and if no one establishes this reincarnation rule, then make it yourself.

She, Chu Shishu, is bound to break Fan Ye's leg, cut off Fan Ye's hand, and twist Fan Ye's arm. She's here to do Fan Ye's retribution!