The improved female villains regained their memories.

Two dark red suns hung high in the sky, emitting an unsettling and eerie light. Whenever one looked up and gazed at them, a strange shiver would run through one's body.

The grayish-white bone sand tumbled and surged in the ghostly wind, and with each step, a faint cracking sound came from underfoot, as if treading on the bones of countless restless souls.

The phosphorescent flames floating in the air, like conscious living beings, wandered around the group, sometimes gathering in clusters, sometimes scattering and drifting, casting an uncertain, eerie light on the faintly visible road ahead.

In the distance, the outline of the undulating, gray mountain range resembled a sleeping ancient beast, appearing and disappearing in the dim light, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"That is the green world constructed by Ye Buxin." Tian Bulian, who was in the lead, did not turn around. Her figure was almost integrated with the darkness of the underworld, and only her eyes, which shone with a blue light, indicated her presence.

As the procession moved forward, the surrounding scenery gradually changed.

The ground that was originally covered with bone sand has been replaced by smooth, mirror-like black stone. The stone surface is engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns, and dark red liquid flows in each groove, which looks like congealed blood or some kind of ancient and mysterious energy.

When Song Panning looked up, she was finally able to catch a glimpse of the full extent of the green light.

In the center of the underworld, the Heavenly Gate stands majestically.

It was a portal of light that pierced through heaven and earth, its height immeasurable, its top hidden in the eternal, dark clouds of the underworld. The portal frame was made of some strange material that was neither gold nor jade, its surface covered with obscure and incomprehensible runes; each symbol was slowly rotating, emitting a faint silvery-white glow.

Inside the door was a shimmering light curtain, rippling like water, occasionally flashing with blurry fragments—majestic mountain peaks reaching into the clouds, a vast and boundless sea of ​​stars, magnificent palaces… only to vanish in an instant.

The Heavenly Gate was surrounded by four great formations that acted as loyal guardians. Four enormous altars guarded the four directions, one in each direction, and each altar had a large crystal floating on it, each with a different color.

This grand array is constructed strictly according to the laws governing the four seasons of the main world, with each of the four directions having its own function: the east is in charge of purification, the south is in charge of defense, the west is in charge of reincarnation, and the north is in charge of insight.

Four distinct energies converged and merged above the Heavenly Gate, forming a sophisticated and complex three-dimensional array pattern that firmly sealed the gate. The array lines flowed and shifted like living things, emitting a deep hum, as if chanting some ancient incantation.

"What an exquisite formation! There are actually people in this world who can..." Song Panning unconsciously took a step forward, but suddenly stopped in the next moment.

“This formation incorporates forbidden techniques related to life.” Song Panning quickly regained her composure, a cold glint in her eyes. “No wonder Ye Buxin hasn’t shown herself yet; she’s currently gathering the souls of the dead from the Netherworld…”

Before the words were finished, the black crystal symbolizing insight in the north suddenly flickered violently, and a tiny crack appeared on its surface. Although it was fleeting, everyone clearly witnessed a stream of emerald green energy, as if alive, overflowing from the celestial gate's light curtain and drilling straight into the crack.

"That's it!" Wen Shihan's pupils shrank, and he was the first to recognize the mystery.

Tian Bulian's expression was equally solemn, clearly recognizing the energy: "This is a life force that shouldn't exist in a place of death..."

In this realm of the dead, ruled by the aura of the underworld and death, the aura of the underworld devours the aura of the spirit, and the aura of death isolates the aura of life. However, this great array in all directions reverses this law, transforming the aura of the underworld into the life energy of the green world.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the scene around the altar began to distort and change. Tender green shoots sprouted from the black stone slabs, spreading and growing at a visible speed, quickly forming a miniature oasis. Vines entwined around the altar's base, blooming with pale blue flowers, their stamens shimmering with a light identical to that of the Heavenly Gate.

“The power of insight…” Tian Bulian murmured softly, “It has already foreseen what the green world will look like in the future.”

Before everyone's eyes, the Array of Insight transformed into a clear pool, its surface as still as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds that should not exist in the Netherworld. As their gaze focused, ripples suddenly appeared on the surface, and a blurry image gradually became clear—on a mountain peak shrouded in mist, a solitary grave stood silently, and a figure could be vaguely seen moving beside it.

"Has Ye Buxin's world evolved to this extent? It's almost identical to the main world." Tian Bulian snorted coldly and waved his hand to disperse the image in the water.

She gazed once more at the awe-inspiring Heavenly Gate and said in a deep voice, "Ye Buxin relies on her Heavenly Dao identity to deeply root the Heavenly Dao here. If we forcefully attack, we will not only have to break this great formation, but also confront the Heavenly Gate itself. Without breaking these two obstacles, we will not be able to reach her small world at all."

"And to break this four-directional formation..." Tian Bulian's words were interrupted by a sudden tremor.

The entire Netherworld began to shake violently, the bone sand surging and churning like a raging torrent, and a muffled rumble echoed from the distant mountains. The Heavenly Gate's light curtain fluctuated violently, countless runes peeling off the frame and burning away in mid-air. The humming of the four great formations transformed into a piercing shriek, and four-colored energies intertwined and collided in the air.

"retreat!"

The group leaped into the air and retreated rapidly. The Netherworld land undulated violently like a sea, with countless spatial rifts spreading amidst the tremors. As the Netherworld energy and death energy dissipated on a large scale, the once stable mountains and land began to crumble, and chaotic currents surged out from the rifts, engulfing everything in their path.

"Now that things have come to this, let's not hold back any longer," Tian Bulian said. "Let's all attack together, break through this Four Directions Formation and the Heavenly Gate, and destroy this green world first."

Song Panning said, "That's perfect. I'm ready to set up the formation at any time. Before I set up the formation, I would appreciate your protection."

Wen Shihan glanced at the two of them, snorted coldly, and left.

"You stay here, I'll look for an opportunity to attack from the side." And that was how she left.

Tian Bulian glanced at the remaining villains.

Xu Anlu and Xu Anyin are not difficult to deal with. Su Murong cannot use his skills in the Land of Death. She has a way to counter Shi Guijia's magic weapon. So among these villains, the one she should be wary of is Song Panning.

But since Song Panning has set up the formation here, she doesn't need to be afraid until the formation is completed.

So she laughed and said, "Alright, in that case, I'll break through her defenses first."

A piercing shriek suddenly echoed through the netherworld.

The object that flew out of Tianbulian's sleeve drew a dark red trail in the air, grew longer in the wind, and in an instant transformed into a giant bow that was entirely black.

The bow was covered with blood-red patterns that writhed like living things.

Mu Xiaobai, who had been poised to strike, caught the bow in mid-air. The moment his fingertips touched the bowstring, the entire bow suddenly burst into a ghostly blue flame.

"break!"

With a clear shout, Mu Xiaobai drew the bowstring to its fullest extent.

As she released her fingers, the bowstring snapped, and a fiery arrow, imbued with destructive power, shot through the air. The arrow split in mid-air, transforming into nine fiery dragons that roared as they hurtled towards the purification array to the east.

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"Ok?"

Song Panning frowned and suddenly looked up.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Wen Shihan had also circled back.

The moment their eyes met, they both realized something was wrong.

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In an instant, the entire underworld shattered like a mirror.

The seemingly inevitable fire arrow suddenly froze in mid-air, the flames on its shaft eerily still; then, the arrow disintegrated inch by inch, turning into countless tiny sparks that scattered.

"This is..." Tian Bulian's pupils shrank suddenly. She was a beat slower than Song Panning and Wen Shihan before she realized something was wrong.

The surrounding scenery began to distort and deform. The shattered spatial cracks silently healed, and the surging chaotic air currents dissipated like the receding tide; the bone sand on the Netherworld stopped flowing, and every grain of sand shimmered with an eerie silver light.

"You've all come from afar, why are you in such a hurry?"

A clear, ethereal voice came from all directions. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a slender figure slowly emerging in the void before the Heavenly Gate. She wore a plain white robe, the hem of which fluttered without wind; her long black hair cascaded down to her waist, the ends of which were adorned with starlight.

Shan Kanmou – the embodiment of Ye Buxin.

She walked barefoot through the void, and with each step, a blue lotus bloomed beneath her feet. The moment the lotuses opened, the entire underworld shifted. By the time she stood before the crowd, the surrounding scenery had completely changed—

The once gloomy and terrifying underworld has now transformed into a vast sea of ​​clouds. Countless white jade bridges crisscross, connecting pavilions and towers suspended in the air; in the distance, the Nine Heavens Palace appears and disappears, its golden and magnificent walls shimmering with a sacred light amidst the clouds.

"Welcome to my grand formation." Shan Kanmou smiled slightly and lightly tapped the void with his fingertips. In an instant, the black stone ground beneath everyone's feet transformed into a transparent water mirror. However, what was reflected in the mirror was not their figures, but souls bound by chains.

"From the moment you stepped into the Netherworld, you have been within my grand formation." Shan Kanmou's voice was gentle as water, yet it sent chills down everyone's spines. "The four-sided grand formation you see is nothing more than a reflection in a mirror that I prepared for you."

Everyone was astonished.

As the sea of ​​clouds filled the sky, the entire gloomy world began to fade layer by layer, like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser. The majestic Heavenly Gate and the flowing array of the four directions all turned into faint ink-like shadows, dissolving inch by inch where the sea of ​​clouds passed.

There is no longer any Heavenly Gate, only layers of sea of ​​clouds.

“I see.” Song Panning took a deep breath. “Just like you said, we entered your grand formation as soon as we stepped into the Netherworld. In order to prevent us from noticing anything unusual, you allowed us to set up a small world and then fought us in a real battle. It would be best if we could win, but if we couldn’t, it would put our suspicions at ease and increase our sense of reality.”

“What a clever scheme,” Song Panning said. “But that alone is not enough to confuse us. Besides the great formation, you must have used other methods.”

“Well said.” A deep voice rang out.

As the clouds and mist dissipated, Qian Genshan stood beside Shan Kanmou, carrying the heavy black iron ruler, and gently drew a line in the void.

With a muffled rumble, the glass floor beneath their feet suddenly cracked, revealing the true, dark world below—

The grayish-white bone sand still drifted, and the eerie blue phosphorescent flames still lingered. Where the Heavenly Gate once stood, now lay empty, with only a faint ruler mark imprinted in the void, emitting a faint, mysterious light.

"The wondrous application of forbidden techniques—drawing a circle on the ground to imprison someone for thirty years." Qian Genshan's voice was like a mountain collapsing, making everyone's eardrums ache. "What you see is nothing more than a phantom drawn by me with a heavy ruler."

Mu Xiaobai was startled to realize that the fire arrow he had shot at the Eastern Purification Array was now stuck in the ground not far away, its tail still trembling slightly.

The shattering was an illusion, the Heavenly Gate was an illusion; her arrow had already been shot, but the place it hit was empty.

"Ye Buxin's green world..." Tian Bulian's face was grim. "Was it never here in the first place?"

Qian Genshan did not answer, but slowly raised the heavy ruler.

As she moved, the ruler mark suddenly lit up, unfolding a vast scroll in the void—

In the painting, the real Heavenly Gate stands in the middle of the Netherworld Valley, surrounded by a grand formation on all four sides. Inside the Heavenly Gate, Ye Buxin stands on the mountaintop, watching the souls of the dead below enter one by one.

The scene was so magnificent that even the slightest glimpse of its grandeur through the painting made everyone feel suffocated.

“Those skilled in attack move high in the heavens, those skilled in defense hide deep in the earth.” Qian Genshan’s heavy ruler lightly touched the scroll, and the breathtaking scene immediately vanished like a reflection in water. “Qian Genshan may not know anything else, but he is best at defense.”

As he finished speaking, the remaining four incarnations—Zhi Qiandao, Lei Zhenkong, Bian Lihuo, and An Duimin—descended and surrounded them.

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Shan Kanmou gently raised her fair hand, her fingertips shimmering with starlight.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, revealing a chilling smile.

"This is really...disappointing."

Her voice was like icy water dripping into a cold pool, creating ripples in the silent darkness. Her eyes, reflecting the Milky Way, slowly swept over the crowd, and everyone being looked at felt a chill run down their spines.

"Who do you think you are fighting against?" She moved lightly with lotus-like steps, and blue lotuses bloomed beneath her feet. "From the moment you stepped into the Netherworld, every action you took and every thought you had was within my expectations."

"you......."

Before she could finish speaking, the entire formation trembled and the mist crumbled.

Song Panning raised her finger, and the great formation she had prepared instantly expanded, colliding with Shan Kanmou's great formation.

"That's what I wanted to say."

Song Panning sneered and drew her finger upwards.

"Who do you think you're putting on an act for?"

Chapter 762 The End of Resistance

"My life... my life..."

Li Chumo's pupils suddenly contracted, and his slender body trembled slightly.

When that law-based power that transcends all things completely enveloped her, she was shocked to realize that she was already deeply trapped within it.

It's too late, everything is too late.

The rules of heaven and earth are like invisible shackles, inviolable and irresistible. To break free from these fateful constraints, one must possess the power to overturn the very laws of heaven. But at this moment, she is but a speck of dust in the vast galaxy; how could she possibly contend with these ancient and enduring laws?

She could only watch helplessly as the runes, imbued with the profound truths of heaven and earth, eroded her skin inch by inch, like a malignant tumor. Each rune shimmered with a cold light, as if mocking her powerlessness and insignificance.