The improved female villains regained their memories.

The night was as dark as ink, and Yang Pingsheng's footsteps echoed dully on the bluestone slabs. The moonlight stretched his shadow long, as if it stretched to some moment a thousand years ago.

Throughout history, heroes and sages have emerged among humankind, and countless wise men and saints have discussed ways to resolve the issue of merging Taixu.

From the "Record of Cultivating the Heavenly Way" to the "Record of Questions and Answers," from divine objects to the four great treasures of heaven and earth, from the Jixia Academy to the Guardian Heaven Sect, during this period, the sages gathered together and devised many methods to resolve the merger of Taixu.

Ultimately, they concluded that three methods were the most likely.

These three methods also represent three paths of cultivation, but they don't know which method will succeed or which path will lead to the end.

After all, for them, the merger of Taixu was a matter for the distant future. All they could do was refine the theory, then plan for the human race, and leave the practical matters to future generations.

According to Wen Shihan, she saw a prediction of the final state of these three cultivation paths in the notes of a sage at the Jixia Academy.

But Wen Shihan didn't know which one was the strongest, or what the specific cultivation paths were.

This is the ultimate mystery; it's possible that Bai Ze imposed rules on it, making it impossible to speak out.

Yang Pingsheng's current technique was also left by his past self. It can only be understood intuitively and cannot be explained in words. It is only because Wen Shihan has been cultivating at the same frequency as him that he can barely keep up.

However, Wen Shihan also suspected that he might be hiding something from her, which is why she joined forces with Song Panning to try to resolve the matter on her own.

Yang Pingsheng did not tell the truth; he understood what he was about to face.

But after understanding, he became calm.

He turned to look at his daughter, his eyes filled with intense inquiry and suspicion, as if she would throw a tantrum if he didn't speak.

She wanted to know this road.

To be precise, she wanted to know Yang Pingsheng's future fate.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a moment, looking at his daughter.

He thought for a moment and said, "Becoming the pinnacle of cultivation will solve the problem of Taixu."

Yang Luo was taken aback: "What constitutes the peak?"

Yang Pingsheng thought for a moment and said, "True immortals transcend reincarnation, are not bound by yin and yang energies, and roam freely in the Great Void. I think only when one reaches this level can one be considered the pinnacle."

According to the secret history of Jixia Academy, true immortals should not be confined by heaven and earth, but should roam freely in the Great Void.

"The main purpose of the path I have taken is to get closer to the Great Way, which is the source of everything. I think the end of this path is to become one with the Great Way."

Yang Luoyi thought Yang Pingsheng wouldn't say it, but she didn't expect him to be so honest.

She thought he would evade the question or say something like, "I don't know yet."

Of course, saying it outright now only made Yang Luoyi even more uneasy.

She then asked the crucial question: "What does it mean to be one with the Great Dao?"

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Tian Bulian led Mu Xiaobai deeper into the secret realm, each step seemingly treading on the wrinkles of time.

The secret passage was deep and secluded, with seventy-two ever-burning lamps hanging on both sides. Half-rolled bamboo scrolls curled up in the flames, and the aroma of aged wine wafted out as the pages were turned, as if each flame was burning with ancient wisdom. The curtains on both sides swayed slightly, and figures could be vaguely seen moving about.

Mu Xiaobai glanced to the side and saw a person carrying a bronze lamp moving between square tables. The light and shadow swept across the semi-transparent clothes—two afterimages were playing chess. The sound of chess pieces tapping on the ebony chessboard was accompanied by whispers, like spring rain seeping into the cracks of blue bricks, carrying a bit of mystery and mystery.

Passing through the nine-tiered hanging flower gate, the sandalwood incense suddenly became so strong it hurt the throat, as if it wanted to dye one's soul gold. Behind the last layer of silk gauze curtain, stood a bronze cauldron with a human face, half a broken sword wedged between the fangs of the taotie pattern on its body, the rust on the blade seeming to tell of an unfinished battle. Further in, the scenery suddenly changed, a starry sky unfolded like a scroll, and beneath one's feet was a cultivation platform.

Stardust seeped from the cracks in the cultivation platform, crackling and popping underfoot as if treading on countless bones. Looking up, the Milky Way in the dome flowed slowly, the refined star fragments tearing at Mu Xiaobai's robes like blades, leaving faint marks on her fair skin. In a corner, a skeleton curled up, its finger bones still tightly gripping the array's grooves, as if guarding something until death. A jade ruyi was inserted into its chest cavity, a bead of blood condensed at its tip, hanging suspended, reflecting a different color under the starlight, like a drop of frozen time.

Tian Bulian reached out and touched the array's core. As his fingertips brushed against the cold bronze, the entire space suddenly resounded with the booming of chimes. The stars in the dome began to reverse their rotation, and fragments of light poured down like a torrential rain. A ball of eerie blue flame slowly rose in the center of the cultivation platform, with half a human face floating in its core. However, what welled up in the eye sockets were not tears, but black hexagrams with a rusty smell, as if some ancient prophecy was awakening.

"You have mastered all the divine objects." Tian Bulian's voice echoed in the starry sky. "You have basically mastered Zhuangzi's art of carefree wandering, Liezi's method of controlling the wind, and Shizi's noble and righteous heart. Next, you can delve into deeper cultivation."

She waved her hand to dispel the half-face, activating the complete black hexagram, which landed in Mu Xiaobai's palm. The starlight above changed again, and the star map of the Azure Dragon Seven Mansions slowly unfolded. Starlight wrapped around Mu Xiaobai like silk threads, draping her in a feathered robe woven from stars.

"This secret technique is the Nine Transformations of the Qian Hexagram." Tian Bulian exhaled a breath of turbid air, her face slightly pale. Activating the cultivation platform had just consumed a lot of her vital energy. "You only have twenty-four hours to learn this secret technique. Once the time is up, you will be kicked out."

Mu Xiaobai frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: "Sister Bulian, this cultivation platform also consumes vital energy, right? Why are you doing this..."

Unlike magical artifacts, divine objects, though possessing extraordinary effects, come at a tremendous cost. Just by activating this cultivation platform, Tian Bulian's face noticeably paled. The avatar's vital energy is drawn from the original body's vital energy; once used, it diminishes and cannot be easily replenished.

Tian Bulian gave a bitter laugh, his voice barely a whisper: "Whether it's Yang Pingsheng or Ye Buxin, both are extremely powerful enemies. We must not underestimate them. What does it matter if I lose a little energy if it can help you increase your combat power?"

These were beautiful words, but Mu Xiaobai was no naive person. She knew that Tian Bulian's purpose was far more than that. Yet, even so, a warmth welled up in her heart. Perhaps it was because of Tian Bulian's protection, or perhaps it was because of the sincerity in her eyes, Mu Xiaobai had already come to regard her as an older sister.

"But, Sister Bulian, if you fall, what can I do?" Mu Xiaobai's voice lowered, tinged with unease.

Tian Bulian smiled, raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, the warmth of his fingertips passing through the strands: "You don't need to worry about me. As long as my main body recovers in the Netherworld, this vital energy will soon be able to be repaired."

Mu Xiaobai looked up in surprise: "Are there any methods in this world that can repair vital energy?"

Tian Bulian nodded, his gaze as deep as the starry sky: "My true form is one of the three chosen ones, and the path I walk has never been trodden by anyone throughout history. As long as she can reach the end, her primordial energy will be indestructible, and she will be immortal. Not to mention the calamities of the Heavenly Dao, even the Great Void Chaos cannot do anything to her."

Mu Xiaobai's eyes widened, filled with shock and curiosity: "Then, Sister Bulian, what exactly is the path that your true form takes?"

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"Specifically, it means to become one with the Great Dao. From then on, the Great Dao is me, and I am the Great Dao. This is what is known as the Dao Integration Realm."

Yang Pingsheng explained, "The Great Dao is a higher existence than the Great Void. It is the cause of everything and the most ineffable and inexpressible thing. If you become one with it, then you will naturally have nothing to fear from the chaos of the Great Void."

That sounds really impressive.

But Yang Luoyi was still somewhat uneasy and asked, "After you merge with the Great Dao, will you still be yourself?"

Yang Pingsheng was also unaware of this matter.

After all, no one in history has ever tried to merge with the Great Dao; he is the first.

He looked down at his daughter.

Ice-like energy surrounded her, the first hints of frost on her skin. Her small figure tiptoed, her ice-blue hair gleaming like snow. When the night wind lifted it, two vermilion moles were revealed behind her ears. When she tilted her head back, her neck formed a slender curve. Her bright, almond-shaped eyes were slightly upturned, their light shimmering like ripples in the moonlight, as if they held fragments of a galaxy within them.

Her delicate, arched eyebrows furrowed slightly, causing the icy strands of hair on her forehead to rustle softly. Her round cheeks puffed out like swirls of cheese in a white porcelain cup, and her fine eyelashes fluttered, brushing past the pale blue mole beneath her eye, appearing even more luminous than the blue carnelian necklace cascading from her hair. When their eyes met—her pupils, like pools of spring water, suddenly contracted, reflecting Yang Pingsheng's image.

The night dew fell silently, soaking the silver threads and dark patterns on the hem of the skirt, making them gradually rise up, like hundreds of ice butterflies about to take flight.

He reached out and placed his hand on Yang Luoyi's head.

"Yang Pingsheng will always be Yang Pingsheng, don't worry."

He said, "I promised you that after this is over, I would have dinner with you and your mother."

"So, I will win."

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Mu Xiaobai's voice echoed in the secret realm, carrying a certain ancient rhythm.

When Tian Bulian heard her question, he did not answer directly. Instead, he raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of starry sky, as if he could see the figure that was reviving in the depths of the netherworld.

Mu Xiaobai stood beside her, gradually enveloped in starlight. Not receiving a reply, she was filled with doubt and unease.

"The path that the original body has walked has never been walked by anyone throughout history." Tian Bulian finally spoke, his voice becoming low and firm, as if he were telling a secret that no one knew. "I don't know exactly what this path is. I only know that the original body has been using the true traces of the Great Dao to temper its physical body and soul."

Her fingertips lightly traced the void, bringing with them a wisp of starlight. Within the starlight, a scene vaguely emerged—a blurry figure stood amidst an endless storm of energy. Spiritual energy, demonic energy, death energy, and nether energy intertwined to form a net, enveloping her body as if forging an unparalleled divine weapon.

"She integrated all the immortal techniques of the human race into herself, constantly refining herself, and forcibly refined her physical body into spiritual energy." Tian Bulian's voice was full of emotion. "After the spiritual energy was transformed, she sought out places where demonic energy was concentrated and used it to refine herself, so her physical body was refined into a mixed state of spiritual energy and demonic energy."

Mu Xiaobai was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "The human body... shouldn't have its limits?"

Her voice trembled slightly, clearly questioning some kind of common sense.

The body carries the soul, and human life is sealed within the body; this is the most basic understanding in the world of cultivation.

Even cultivators can die suddenly if they circulate their spiritual energy improperly.

Can physical immortality truly exist? Even for body cultivators, at most they only enhance the physical body with various killing techniques, rather than directly affecting the body itself.

Tian Bulian smiled slightly, her eyes deep, and said, "The human body does indeed have its limits, so the important thing about this path is to change the physical body's [state]." She paused, her tone tinged with mystery, "But I don't know exactly how to change it."

Mu Xiaobai's heart sank. She suddenly realized that she had completely sided with Tian Bulian.

If they lose, she will never see her family again.

This fear was like a thorn, deeply embedded in her heart.

Tian Bulian seemed to sense her unease and gently patted her shoulder: "Don't worry. When the main body was cooperating with Jiang Mochang, I think the main body already had a plan. That's why it arranged for me. As long as the main body recovers, victory will definitely be ours."

Her voice carried an undeniable confidence. Mu Xiaobai looked up at her, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"Whether it's Ye Buxin or Yang Pingsheng, they are both our defeated opponents." Tian Bulian's voice echoed in the starry sky, carrying a hint of coldness. "Only our path is the right one to resolve the Taixu."

Starlight fell like rain, making their figures exceptionally clear.

Mu Xiaobai remained silent for a long time before finally nodding slightly.

She knew she had no way out. Whether for her family or for herself, she could only choose to believe that fate was unkind and to believe in a path no one had ever walked before.

Tian Bulian withdrew her gaze and looked into the depths of the starry sky, as if gazing into a distant future. Her voice was as soft as a murmur, yet it carried an unshakable firmness: "Physical sainthood, immortality of primordial energy, agelessness and immortality... This path is destined to be lonely, but also destined to be glorious."

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Yang Luo lowered his head.

She clenched her fists, her body trembling.

"Don't lie to me, my whole life."

She threw herself into Yang Pingsheng's arms and said, "I've done so much for you. Since you know what I want, you must do it!"

"I really want to have a meal with you and Mother!"

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"I understand, Sister Bulian!"

Mu Xiaobai clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying:

"I will cherish this opportunity on the training platform. Rest assured, I will do my best to help you win."

"As long as I can bring my little sister and the others back to life, I, Mu Xiaobai, will brave any danger, even mountains of knives and seas of fire!"

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Yang Pingsheng stroked his daughter's hair: "Leave it to me with confidence. I'm confident of victory."

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Tian Bulian nodded: "Your words are enough. With your help, I believe the main body will definitely be revived."

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"I will achieve final victory and put your minds at ease."