Chapter 1069: Coordinated Attack

After hearing this, Ren She's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head deeply.

In the dimly lit room, two people sat facing each other in silence, the oppressive light swaying gently with an imperceptible breeze.

“Yang Ge…”

Ren She finally spoke after a long pause.

“It's Qi Xia,” Qi Xia said.

“What's the difference…”

“I don't know,” Qi Xia shook his head, “but I always feel there is a difference.”

“No matter if it's Yang Ge or Qi Xia…” Ren She sighed, “you both seem to be working toward the same goal.”

“It seems that way,” Qi Xia nodded. “For now, I'm treating him as a partner. Since I can't fully access his memories, he is me, but I am not him.”

“Just now, I met Chen Jun Nan,” Ren She continued. “He said you're writing something that far surpasses Macbeth…”

“Macbeth?” Qi Xia looked down at the notebook in front of Ren She and pieced together the full picture in his mind. “The Macbeth written by the Wu Xian Hou Zi?”

“Yes,” Ren She replied. “Is what he said true? Are you saving all the monkeys?”

“It appears so for now,” Qi Xia answered again. “I've walked many paths, but none of them led to the end. In the end, I pieced together this one.”

“What…?”

“That's exactly what I meant when I said that just as I was about to reach the end, I realized I couldn't win,” Qi Xia explained. “It's a subtle feeling. I deduced that if I had gained a temporary 'win' back then, I would have fallen into an eternal 'loss.' It's the same whether I once stood before Tian Long or was about to become Tian Yang, so I gave up.”

Ren She fell silent for a long time after hearing Qi Xia's description, much like his impression of the Zhong Yan Zhi Di. His own memories didn't last long, yet Qi Xia had already tried countless paths.

So, what was the real difference between the Zhong Yan Zhi Di and real life?

Some people opened their eyes and were born here, their starting point far beyond that of ordinary people, as unfair as life itself.

This superior starting point was even bought with the lives of their ancestors, no different from reality.

If one didn't strive, they could only hope their parents did, and those parents in turn hoped their grandparents did.

Replace parents, grandparents, and ancestors with countless versions of oneself, and that was the Zhong Yan Zhi Di.

Along the way, if memory wasn't preserved even once, it was like the family line ending, everything starting over.

“Then, can you win this time?” Ren She asked.

“I don't see any backlash from 'winning' right now,” Qi Xia replied. “So, I'll keep going forward until this path leads to the end.”

“In other words, your plan has already started.” Ren She lifted his head and stared into Qi Xia's eyes. “But in this part of the plan… is there nothing for me to do?”

Qi Xia was about to respond but slowly closed his mouth.

From a normal perspective, Ren She couldn't really help, since battles among the Sheng Xiao mostly involved raw power, making Di Ji the core of the chaos.

But Qi Xia had inserted so many “needles” into the Zhong Yan Zhi Di—surely there were some at the Ren Ji level?

If there were… how could those at Ren Ji survive the storm?

“If I were Bai Yang, I would have explained everything to you before leaving.”

After saying that, Qi Xia tapped the notebook on the table.

“It should be more than just this,” Qi Xia added. “My memories haven't fully returned; they seem locked by something. So, do you have anything you want to tell me?”

Ren She looked at Qi Xia and, after a long pause, said slowly, “Qi Xia, Yang Ge spoke to me alone before he left.”

“I guessed as much.”

“I thought it was just a few farewell words, but now that I see you standing here…” Ren She gritted his teeth, “it made me realize it wasn't just a farewell—it was a task.”

“So, can you share those words with me?” Qi Xia asked.

Ren She hesitated, as if there was something unspeakable, then after a moment, he said, “If you were standing here as Yang Ge, those words might not take effect, but you're Qi Xia now… this complicates things. And I really want to ask you… who between the two of you should I believe?”

Qi Xia stroked his chin after hearing this, sensing the situation was as he had suspected.

“You asked Chen Jun Nan about the 'Xie Tong Gong Ji Dilemma,'” Qi Xia said. “But the so-called 'coordinated attack' isn't between me and Chu Tian Qiu—it's between me and Bai Yang.”

“You…”

“The distance between me and Bai Yang isn't spatial—it's temporal,” Qi Xia explained while thinking. “Achieving alignment in thought across two time periods means that not everyone we encounter can be trusted.”

Ren She pondered this carefully and realized the situation was indeed as Qi Xia described… This was a “coordinated attack” spanning timelines, though far more complex than the problem implied.

Not only were the generals on the two fronts unable to synchronize time, but even the scattered soldiers had to interpret the generals' messages. The process was filled with countless enemies, spies, and lies. Worse still, some had gone completely mad and were no longer themselves.

On top of that… Qi Xia could no longer send messages back to Bai Yang. He could only receive clues left by Bai Yang, verify their authenticity, and then rally his own forces to launch a coordinated attack with the Bai Yang of the past.

He had to proceed with extreme caution, step by step, because the enemy's grasp was like a vast net spread everywhere—they could even hear every word Qi Xia said.

Just listing out these issues made Ren She feel like his mind was about to explode.

Would anyone really solve all these problems and push forward in such a difficult environment? One slip-up could mean total failure, decades of effort turned to nothing.

No… Ren She quickly thought of something even more terrifying.

This wasn't just a coordinated attack between Bai Yang and Qi Xia…

When Bai Yang became Bai Yang, he had coordinated with an earlier version of Qi Xia.

So, this wasn't between two people—it was among countless versions of themselves.

After all, Qi Xia himself had said that he was here because he felt he couldn't “win” back then, so he chose to “lose.” Nearly every subsequent Qi Xia followed this approach, all to ensure the final “win.”

In other words, spanning seventy years… just to coordinate all the forces and failed experiences for a final assault.

And the person in front of him wasn't just Qi Xia or Bai Yang—he was the embodiment of all previous versions.

“No wonder you said he is you… but you are not him…” Ren She gave a bitter smile. “Because you're made up of even more than he is.”

“So, what did he say?” Qi Xia asked.

“Qi Xia… the situation now is pretty much as I imagined. Yang Ge told me back then, 'If a new leader appears here one day, remember that he is him, and I am me.'”

Ren She looked up at Qi Xia, his eyes full of complexity.