The improved female villains regained their memories.

He couldn't figure it out for a moment, and just as he was about to raise his hand to solve it, a voice rang in his ear.

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"You who come after, are you also walking on this path?"

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It was a very peculiar male voice.

His voice is very pleasant, with a deep and resonant tone that gives people a strong sense of security, but perhaps due to the passage of time, his voice sounds somewhat aged.

"Master, Master!"

Li Chumo, who was standing next to him, suddenly panicked and shouted. The blue world sucked them in and separated them like a vortex.

Yang Pingsheng was about to shake Li Chumo's hand when that voice rang out again.

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"The next person, do you really want to shake her hand?"

"You are walking on this road, and it is an empty and desolate road."

When intense emotions overwhelm you, can you truly maintain your resolve to move forward?

The voice suddenly became filled with pain: "Can someone with such burning passion really go on?"

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"Master, Master!"

Yang Pingsheng had no idea what was going on with Li Chumo. What had she heard or seen that made her call his name so desperately?

He watched as her face turned pale, her lips lost all color, and her eyes became empty, no longer seeing him. Like a drowning person, she frantically waved her hands.

"Master, Master..."

Yang Pingsheng suddenly grabbed her hand.

The Great Dao True Mark trembled violently. Yang Pingsheng, who had seen through the essence of all this, understood that not seizing it was actually the best choice.

But he didn't want to.

The little girl who kept calling his name in her panic, the little girl who insisted on repaying his kindness, the little girl who was confused because she couldn't distinguish between gratitude and love.

The little girl he gave a name to.

He silently recited the name he had given her, and then, in this crazy blue world, he held her hand tightly to reassure her.

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"You've got him."

"You grabbed that hand, which means you still have strong feelings for her."

"But how should those who come after, carrying such strong emotions, walk this path?"

"How will you use that boundless heart of humanity to walk this empty and desolate path?"

"Later generations, do you know that having desires and not having desires are never the same state?"

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The blue vortex was swept in.

The voice grew louder: "Let go of her hand, you who come after. Let go of her, and you will be able to continue on this path."

Yang Pingsheng turned a deaf ear.

He noticed that the moment he grabbed Li Chumo, she quieted down, not making a sound, her eyes blank, as if she were lost in thought.

The voice kept repeating: "Let her go, let her go, those who come after, let her go."

A cold glint flashed in Yang Pingsheng's eyes as he gathered traces of the Great Dao around his body, intending to shatter the blue world with a single blow.

But at this moment, the voice sighed.

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"Later generations, you are just like me, possessing a childlike heart, yet forced to embark on this path."

"You haven't experienced that kind of pain yet."

"Have you figured out where that road ends, and are you ready to say goodbye?"

"Can you see all that is empty and desolate?"

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The blue subsided and quieted down.

The voice became calm.

"If not, then let's take a look."

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My consciousness suddenly became blurred.

Even so, Yang Pingsheng still held onto Li Chumo's hand tightly.

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The sound was dreamlike and ethereal.

“Look at the path I came from, look at the life of someone who has been through it all.”

叠甲

Before writing the following plot, I'll first add some armor.

I have no intention of insulting our ancestors, nor do I intend any metaphors. I am simply using names to create a story. All subsequent stories involving human ancestors are not historical fact. If you say so, then you are right. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.

The following plot, in my original conception, was one of the **parts of this volume.

But these past few days I've been tossing and turning, wondering whether or not to write.

First, I'm afraid of not writing well; second, I'm afraid of being swayed by others' opinions.

Actually, I could have skipped this part, fast-forwarded to the final battle in the underworld, finished the main storyline, and then written the sweet stories or other "what if" scenarios that everyone wanted to read.

But if you skip it, it always feels like something's missing.

I still want to write, I want to write no matter what.

Because if it's not written down, all the things mentioned earlier—Yinglong, Xiangliu Clan, the human race, the demon race, the sword soul heart, and Yu the Great's flood control—become completely useless. So many foreshadowing elements can't be resolved, and it just looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

And then there's Yang Pingsheng. Without this incident, the subsequent attack on Tianmen, the battle in the Netherworld, and his self-merging with the Dao might have made everyone wonder how Yang Pingsheng became like this.

People always have to grow.

If I run away from this, I may never have the chance to write this part of the story again.

Of course I want to make money. Why would I write novels if I didn't make money?

However, I also want to grow, even if I can't write well, it doesn't matter, I still want to try.

If there's anything that can help me grow, I think it's this upcoming storyline, both for Yang Pingsheng and for myself.

Chapter 736 Tushan Clan

"Xiao Gui, are you feeling better?"

The blue hue faded, and a soft female voice rang in Yang Pingsheng's ear.

He opened his eyes, somewhat confused.

The person who came into view was a young girl. What first caught Yang Pingsheng's attention was not her appearance, but her amber-colored animal ears.

The downy hair on the tips of her ears trembled gently in the evening breeze, and her fluffy fox tail, which hung down to her waist, was like a cloud. The silver hair at the tip of her tail shimmered in the twilight. Her phoenix eyes were naturally tinged with peach pink, and her gaze always carried a hint of childlike cunning. The small mole on the tip of her nose added a touch of gentleness.

She is a fox-person like Li Chumo.

"I know you're upset," the fox-girl said, her eyes lowered. "But I can't bring anyone else on this; I can only bring you."

Yang Pingsheng was unsure of the situation, and out of caution, he did not speak rashly.

The true traces of the Great Dao were still hidden within his body. He looked around and found himself seemingly in a tribe.

Rows of tents stood in a staggered arrangement, made of an unknown material that gleamed faintly in the sunlight. Various patterns were painted on the tents, their designs intricate and impossible to discern.

He looked down at himself and saw that he had also become a fox-person.

"If you're awake, come with me." The girl's eyes suddenly turned somewhat melancholy: "Sister... no, I mean the Holy Maiden, she's preparing to let us pass over."

By observing the true nature of the Dao through the traces of the Great Dao, Yang Pingsheng understood that this was an illusion created by the Blue World, and the scene before him was probably a vision from the past.

I just don't know if this is the past of the main world, and if it is, which part of the past?

He knew the voice meant no harm, but he hadn't yet figured out its intentions, so he didn't rush to destroy the blue world with the Great Dao True Mark, but instead remained still.

Since he was already there, he might as well make the best of it. But the problem was, although this world automatically translated what the girl said, Yang Pingsheng didn't know how to pronounce the words of the ancients.

He could only nod and get up to follow the girl.

In the center of the tribe, a campfire roared, its leaping flames illuminating the entire tribe in a fiery red glow.

They went into the large tent next to the campfire, where the so-called saint was waiting.

The tent was simply decorated. Apart from the indistinct patterns, the most common decorations hanging around it were various colorful stones. The saintess sitting there did not exude the aura of a high-ranking person. Unlike a young girl, she did not show her ears and tail, but used some kind of secret method to hide them, making her look like an ordinary person.

"Your Holiness," the girl bowed.

Yang Pingsheng followed suit and bowed, but since he was merely imitating, it looked particularly awkward.

The fox people's etiquette was strange; they would lie down on the ground and raise their tails. Yang Pingsheng didn't feel ashamed, but he couldn't control his tail, so it kept moving around, unlike the quiet girl.

The girl was somewhat frightened by his behavior, scolded Xiao Gui, and then quickly apologized to the Holy Maiden: "Holy Maiden, Xiao Gui is not very bright, he did not mean to offend you."

The saintess didn't seem to mind: "It's alright, I'm used to it."

So, is my persona that of an idiot? Yang Pingsheng thought calmly.

As he was thinking, he heard the saintess sigh and say, "I know you resent me, but Nüjiao, I have no choice. For the sake of the Tushan clan, I have no other option but to resort to this."

"Your Holiness, is there really no other way?" the girl asked, her voice filled with resentment.