The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Demon race? Heavenly Dao?" She suddenly chuckled, her fingertips tracing a path through the void. "Entered my formation—"

The formation contracted in response, tearing a piece of the light from the land of rules.

"They are all my nourishment."

Shi Guijia stood quietly beside Song Panning, her golden hair fluttering wildly in the turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

She stared at Song Panning's almost manic profile, her eyes, which were always filled with feigned gentleness, now completely shed their disguise and gleamed with a chilling light.

'It's...disgusting.'

Even Shi Guijia, known for her madness, couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine at this moment.

Song Panning's fingertips, stroking the array patterns, were as unsettling as a venomous snake spitting its tongue; her self-talk, tinged with a smile, was more chilling than the most insidious curse.

'You dare call yourself the empress?'

Shi Guijia sneered inwardly, the crazed figure reflected in the pupils of her Eye of Fate.

She suddenly understood Yang Pingsheng's choice. Compared to this madman whose desire for control was twisted to the extreme, Su Murong, who was shameless all day long, seemed pure and lovely.

'At least……'

That shameless woman is unmistakably evil.

Bathed in the light, Shi Guijia's lips curled into a mocking smile.

She watched as Song Panning reveled in her control of everything and suddenly felt incredibly ironic.

Will Song Panning win?

I didn't realize it when I returned home.

If she were destined to win, Shi Guijia would have already seen the answer in her observations of fate.

But she didn't, which means that Song Panning's plan will not succeed and there will be unforeseen changes.

However, Shi Guijia was unclear about the specifics of the incident.

Thinking of that all-consuming darkness, Shi Guijia felt uneasy, but now she could only take it one step at a time.

The great formation refines everything.

Yang Pingsheng stood in the gray world and looked around.

He was already far away, and when he sensed something was wrong, he retreated quickly, so he didn't fall into the great formation.

"Pan Ning has made her move..."

He watched calmly, using the traces of the Great Dao to see everything within the great formation being annihilated, seemingly becoming nourishment for Song Panning, that venomous snake.

But at that moment.........

Ring ring.

Something rose with the wind, making a crisp sound.

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How should one live their life?

Ling Tiandu, covered in wounds, walked wearily into her home as the sun set.

Her mother hugged her and wept bitterly, while her father looked at her and sighed heavily.

“Heaven is jealous, you didn’t need to work so hard,” the father said.

Ling Tiandu clenched her fists, unwilling to accept it, and said, "Father, I'm just not convinced. Why can my sister do it, but I..."

"The heavens are jealous."

The father sighed and said, "Everyone's fate is different, and different fates lead to different paths. Flowers and grasses cannot become tigers, leopards, wolves, and jackals, and tigers, leopards, wolves, and jackals cannot become flowers and grasses. The life of flowers and grasses is different from the life of tigers, leopards, wolves, and jackals; they cannot replace each other."

"Your sister has her own path to walk. Heaven is jealous, but you also have your own path to walk."

"Does one have to cultivate oneself? Our family is not a poor family, and your father is not an unenlightened person. With your sister around, you can do anything without worry. You can travel, make friends, and even decide your own future marriage partner."

"Heaven is jealous. These things would be impossible for most people, but you can do them. I don't understand why you insist on cultivating them?"

“Becoming a strong person is the life your sister wants to live, not the life you want to live. Heaven is jealous. Listen to your father’s advice: everyone has their own destiny, and you can’t force it.”

"Giving up cultivation and becoming an ordinary person will be the fate of you, Ling Tianju."

Is this the life she was supposed to live?

makes sense.

She was a good-for-nothing.

With blocked meridians and mediocre physical constitution, one cannot even perform the most basic breathing exercises.

The world mocked her, her family sighed, and she herself became accustomed to bowing her head, to being ignored, and to living in the shadows.

Cultivation is a world for geniuses, not her world. Effort is always insignificant in the face of talent.

She should have given up, until that day.

Fate changed.

She suddenly became a genius.

Spiritual energy surged like a river, and enlightenment shone like stars. Blocked meridians were cleared overnight, and withered bones were reborn. She saw spiritual energy dancing at her fingertips and heard the Great Dao whispering in her ear. The once obscure and difficult-to-understand classics were now shining with every word.

She thought it was a blessing from heaven, a reward after all her suffering.

But she was wrong.

This is not a blessing, but a curse.

Time begins its cycle.

In her first reincarnation, she was overjoyed, as if she had found a treasure, and meticulously mended every regret.

The second time, the third time, the hundredth time... the thousandth time!

How should one live their life? She thought about this question again.

The warmth in her lover's eyes gradually faded, finally solidifying into a strange wariness. Her younger sister, who had once driven her mad with jealousy, now looked at her from afar in the corridor with eyes that seemed to regard something ominous. Her beloved master, when his whisk brushed across her shoulder, moved as gently as if brushing away a spiderweb.

As the cycle of reincarnation turned, she watched familiar faces transform into forms she no longer recognized...

Until it transformed into a terrified face that Yi Changcun had taken.

conscience?

monster?

Morning dew fell from the eaves.

She reached out to catch it, but the water droplets slipped through her palm.

Why is there different interpretations of the name Ling Tian Du?

Why is it that even if you become a genius, things don't always go as planned?

Why did he scream in terror, accusing himself of being a monster because he had no conscience?

In the long river of time, those we love and those we hate seem to become less important.

The only thing that matters is... yourself.

When Ling Tiandu learned about the candidates and these ancient stories, she suddenly felt ridiculous.

How boring.

Love is boring, family is boring, friendship is boring, everything is boring.

I used to value all of this so much, but later I found that it was all so boring.

What is truly important?

Yourself!

You are the one who matters!

Ling Tiandu, in the long river of time, raised her head.

How should one live their life?

She has found the answer.

One should live a life that satisfies oneself.

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The great formation suddenly trembled.

Something broke free from Song Panning's control and converged on the tower that had sprung up from the white world.

Song Panning's smile vanished, and her expression changed drastically.

She suddenly looked at Shi Guijia, her eyes narrowing slightly: "The time traces are out of control, it's you!?"

Shi Guijia asked, bewildered, "What's wrong with you again?"

She did manipulate the timing of her plan to cooperate with Song Panning, but she wouldn't stoop to betraying Song Panning now, since those people were also her enemies.

Song Panning knew at a glance that Shi Guijia was not lying, and her eyebrows furrowed.

"That is......"

The next second, her pupils contracted as she saw the answer.

I was once a savior.

I pioneered a new path of spiritual practice, eradicated worldly calamities, and led all beings toward prosperity.

My achievements are etched in history, and my legend will be passed down for thousands of years.

I am the protagonist of this world, the chosen one of Heaven.

Now, I want to stop.

I made a promise to myself—

Live your own life.

It's not for anyone's expectations, nor for anyone's ideals.