The improved female villains regained their memories.

Only for the path I want to take and the things I want to do.

My will originates from me and is under my control.

Nothing and no one can change it.

This is the life I, Ling Tianju, want to live.

The light pierced through the great formation.

As the darkness receded, the fragments of time flowing within the great formation were drawn together by a gravitational force, forcibly forming a timeline.

As the timeline overlapped, Zhi Qiandao's body shattered, and a new body materialized from that timeline.

Her voice echoed through the netherworld, shaking the great formation.

The clear, melodious chimes break the silence; even the heavens envy my exquisite sound.

As dawn breaks and sounds begin to stir, dusk deepens and the melody lingers on.

It is not that I am vying for beauty among humankind, but rather that my spirit defies the frost and wind.

I listen to the autumn rain without rolling up the heavy curtains, letting the clear autumn breeze enter my dreams.

That man was exceptionally handsome, and his eyes held a glint of thunder.

All the onlookers saw was her raising her arm high and throwing a punch.

The grand formation that Song Panning had been preparing for so long was shattered in an instant.

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Ling Tian, ​​envious of his true form, has returned.

Chapter 772 Your Twisted Love for Me

Ling Tiandu is resurrected.

She actually used some fragments of Shi Guijia's time to piece together a complete timeline, allowing her true form to descend.

"not good!"

Song Panning knew things had gone wrong. She needed the power of time, which was essentially a way to restrict the use of Taixu. She never expected that Ling Tiandu would use it against her.

"How could a little time and energy possibly achieve this?" She frowned. "The control of the great formation is still with me."

She looked at Shi Guijia with suspicion: "You did this?"

Shi Guijia's face darkened horribly: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to attack you."

How could she have done this?

She was indeed crazy, but not crazy enough to aid the enemy.

But now the facts are clear to everyone: Ling Tiandu has been resurrected.

"Hmph, so what if you're resurrected? Do you think my formation is so easy to break?" Song Panning narrowed her eyes and activated the formation again.

The broken array patterns did not dissipate; instead, they twisted and reassembled in the void as if they were alive.

Each crack extends new runes, and each break shines with even more brilliant light.

The once shattered formation is now reborn from destruction like a phoenix.

The grand formation was reassembled to surround and kill Ling Tiandu.

But Ling Tiandu ignored the great formation. She looked down and gently raised her hand, and the River of Time appeared in her palm.

She plucked a sliver of light from the river as if picking a flower, and gently blew on it.

The darkness that had enveloped Mu Xiaobai and Tian Bulian dissipated, and white light enveloped the Netherworld.

Ling Tiandu stood in mid-air, looking down at the shattered Heavenly Gate and the crumbling green world.

Those eyes, reflecting the long river of time, held neither sorrow nor joy; they didn't care about these things at all.

From all directions, the reassembled formation bared its fangs like a primordial beast.

"Boring."

She sighed softly, her delicate hand slowly clenching into a fist.

This simple action caused the entire river of time to tremble, with countless historical fragments flowing through the fist like a revolving lantern.

When the fist was raised to its highest point, even the erosion of the Great Ruins froze, and it seemed that only this fist remained in the world.

A moment of peace.

Immediately afterwards, the great formation shattered like paper.

Before Song Panning could even see what it was, she felt something pressing down on her, and the next second, everything about her vanished.

click

A faint cracking sound came from the core of the great formation.

Song Panning's pupils contracted sharply; the array she had meticulously constructed was collapsing in some incomprehensible way.

Those chains of laws that were powerful enough to imprison the Heavenly Dao were now like paper toys haphazardly pieced together by a child, peeling away layer by layer under an invisible force.

'This is……'

Before my thoughts could even take shape, something beyond my comprehension had already arrived.

There was no pain, no sound.

She only saw her jade brush weathering away inch by inch, her carefully maintained fingertips turning into fine sand and drifting away.

My usually strategic mind went completely blank at that moment, and in my last moments of consciousness, only the scent of time decaying everything lingered around my nose.

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The moment when the torrent of time was about to completely engulf her.

A hand gently rested on her shoulder.

The power that corrupted all things suddenly stopped, and the arm, which had turned into dust and scattered, reformed like an inverted scroll painting.

Skin, flesh, bones—every inch of them was restored to its original state under the protection of some supreme law.

Song Panning suddenly woke up and found herself in a gray space.

"...!"

She collapsed to the ground uncontrollably, her chest heaving violently, as if a drowning person had finally surfaced.

My fingertips trembled as I touched my cheek, just to make sure I was still alive.

In that instant, what she felt was not simply death, but an annihilation more terrifying than death.

Ling Tiandu's punch did not destroy the physical body, but rather completely erased the existence itself from the river of time.

A gentle pat came from behind, and the warmth of the palm seeped through the fabric, providing a reassuring sensation.

She didn't need to look back to know who it was; the only one who could pull her back from such a desperate situation was Yang Pingsheng.

The blue snake snaked its way up to her knees, its cool scales brushing against her still trembling hands, its tongue flicking out as if offering silent comfort.

Song Panning slowly closed her eyes, finally regaining her breathing rhythm.

She almost didn't even have the right to "die".

She took deep breaths, calming her disordered breathing inch by inch.

Unconsciously, her fingertips gripped the hem of her clothes until the wrinkles on the fabric were ironed out by her body heat, before she finally lifted her eyes.

The man stood quietly in front of her.

The dim light outlined his tall and straight figure, and his falling hair drew soft arcs in the gray space.

When their eyes met, she saw her own disheveled reflection in those calm, deep eyes—disheveled hair, reddened eyes, and pupils still showing signs of fear.

'It's really...ugly.'

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the other person suddenly leaned slightly forward.

The distance suddenly shortened, and she could even see herself reflected in the man's pupils, swaying gently with the flow of light, like a fish trapped in amber.

"My whole life," she sighed softly.

What do you want to do to me?

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Song Panning understood that the moment the great formation was completely destroyed, everything would spiral out of control.

It's not just the villain's fault, but mainly his.

There was nothing he could do to stop him from doing what he was about to do.

In any case...

She was so intelligent that she couldn't help but sigh when she thought about such a future.

"Pan Ning," she heard the other person say, "why do you say that? You are a goddess, and I am your follower. Do you really think I would attack you or seek revenge later?"

"In fact, I don't care about any of the things you've done."

"Whether you want to monitor or control me, I don't care."

Song Panning suddenly felt a chill, and deep within that chill, fear and panic spread.

After becoming a villain, one's mind is no longer like that of an ordinary person.

"You..." she heard her own flustered voice.

She was the most cunning of the villains, yet it was only at this moment that she realized Yang Pingsheng's intentions.

But what can she do now?

The person she wanted to suppress had already embarked on that path.

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Did you learn that from her?

The villain, named Yang Pingsheng, also learned to disguise himself.