The improved female villains regained their memories.

First, fine cracks appeared on the mountaintop, and then the entire mountain crumbled and disintegrated in a bizarre way. It didn't look like it was shattered by a huge force, but rather like it had collapsed naturally after millions of years of erosion.

Click, click!

The collapse spread like a plague.

The second, the third... In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of mountains summoned by Yang Pingsheng turned into dust one after another.

Ling Tiandu's aura surged, and every step he took was accompanied by ripples of spacetime distortion.

Those sealed mountains, as heavy as stars, were as vulnerable as sand dunes before her.

"Yang Pingsheng!!" She grinned maliciously as she tore apart yet another illusory mountain, dangerous golden arcs of electricity crackling in her hair, and roared, "I'm standing right here, can you kill me?"

Yang Pingsheng's expression remained unchanged, and the earth veins in his sleeve stretched out continuously, like yellow strips being drawn out.

Each ley line, once it reaches the sky, transforms into a new mountain range that presses down heavily; for every one destroyed, ten more are reborn.

In the blink of an eye, the world was filled with endless, majestic mountain shadows, seemingly without end.

Bang!

Ling Tiandu unleashed a furious attack, throwing several punches.

The fist was violent; upon contact, the mountain collapsed once more.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, the once towering Ten Thousand Mountains were almost completely destroyed, with spiderweb-like cracks covering the remaining mountain bodies, as if they had been forcibly erased by some irresistible force.

Yang Pingsheng finally frowned.

He noticed that the collapsed mountains were not simply destroyed by violence, but rather as if their very existence had been directly negated by some higher power.

The most terrifying thing is that, as the battle continues, the laws on Ling Tiandu's fist are gradually eroding the laws of this world.

The Law of Time.

'There are also traces of the Great Dao.'

'Not only that, there's something else...'

"I see." He suddenly chuckled, and an earthy yellow light condensed in his palm. "Using the traces of the Great Dao to temper the body, allowing the body and essence to merge, is this the path you choose to take?"

Ling Tiandu grinned.

The path of Heaven has turned into chaos.

The path to enlightenment leads to becoming a sage.

The path of essence is immortal and indestructible.

"You're right...".

She clenched her fist, then released it, and laughed, "I will use the true traces of the Great Dao to constantly temper my body, making the physical body disappear, surpassing the origins of Bai Ze and Ying Long, and revealing my true nature. This is the path I want to take."

She clapped her hands, and the resulting gust of wind obliterated all the debris from the mountains.

Essence is the source of everything.

Soul and body can perish and be destroyed, but as long as the essence is preserved, the corresponding soul and body will be born.

There are indeed no two leaves in the world that are exactly alike, but these leaves can all come from the same tree.

The bell-shaped tree is no longer a leaf, but a large tree.

With the help of the laws of time, she finally completed her training over ten thousand cycles, approaching the finish line faster than others.

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"Yang Pingsheng, I want to thank you."

"If you hadn't found Jiang Mochang, how could these ten thousand-plus cycles of reincarnation have occurred?"

"Without these ten thousand or so reincarnations, how could I have spent so much time tempering my body with the true traces of the Great Dao, to the point that it became essential?"

"Time reversal is indeed terrifying, but only the soul and body can be reversed. The essence that has become stronger through the tempering of the Great Dao True Mark can never be reversed."

"It may seem like you and Ye Buxin were a few steps ahead of me, but actually I was the one who was really ahead."

"Whether it's awareness or practice, I've come ahead of you."

"Just as you realized what path I had embarked on, I had already devised a plan to deal with you and Ye Buxin."

Ling Tiandu raised his fist, and lightning crackled around him.

Her smile was ferocious, and her eyes flashed with fighting spirit.

"I am the deadly protagonist, and you are the deadly villain."

"A battle between us is inevitable!"

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The Battle of the Underworld was the final battle, and also the battle that would determine victory or defeat.

Yang Pingsheng saw the fist wind shatter everything and rush towards him.

'This is terrible,' he thought.

In his plan, he would send all the villains away, then team up with another candidate to get rid of Ye Buxin, and finally they would solve the Taixu problem together.

Yang Pingsheng felt that there was no need for them to fight at all.

They are all candidates for the human race. What difference does it make who solves the Taixu problem and gains the initiative in the creation of the next world? Aren't they all the same?

Even if they belong to different factions, how much difference can there be?

"Yang Pingsheng, if you can't kill me, then try and see if I can kill you!"

Yang Pingsheng understood something from Ling Tiandu's eyes.

Just as he wanted to kill Ye Buxin, Ling Tiandu also wanted to kill him.

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Do we know each other?

Yang Pingsheng asked the question, but the girl did not answer; the shattering force of her fist had already reached him.

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The mountain collapsed.

Yang Pingsheng stood on another mountaintop, watching the fist wind destroy the newly conjured mountains once again.

Before the aftershocks of the collapsing mountains had subsided, amidst the billowing dust, Yang Pingsheng, whose body had been shattered by Ling Tiandu's fist, crumbled and disintegrated like a sand sculpture. His robes turned to ash inch by inch, his face cracked and broken, and in the end, not even a trace of breath remained, as if he had never been anything but an empty shell.

Ling Tiandu sneered, "You're not even willing to take a single punch from me?"

Looking at her face, Yang Pingsheng felt increasingly bewildered.

He recalled the scene when he first arrived in the main world, when this guy's avatar, Tian Bulian, met him at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. At that time, he wanted to ask him something.

Are we that close?

Ling Tiandu suddenly smiled. Her smile was gentle and beautiful: "Yang Pingsheng, let me ask you, if someone was very important to you before, but you later find that you might have been schemed against by her, and she made a mess of everything, how would you treat that person?"

"Kill her."

"Yes, me too."

Ling Tiandu clenched his fist and punched again.

The wind howled as she heard the punch, and she seemed to see the man in front of her turn into the little blind man from back then.

She sneered and struck without hesitation.

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A crack suddenly appeared in the world of Zhulong.

Ling Tiandu's fist unleashed a dazzling golden light, and the laws of time coiled around his arms like living things; each law was a product of refinement and extraction in the cycle of reincarnation.

Opposite him, the earth-yellow spiritual light in Yang Pingsheng's palm solidified into a tangible form, and the earth veins behind him formed a perfectly round array. The runes of that array were all affected by the earth energy of the entire Candle Dragon World, causing the gravity within three zhang around him to twist and deform, and even the blood mist to bend.

Just as the two world-destroying forces were about to collide—

scoff!

The dark sky above the world of Zhulong was suddenly torn apart by a powerful force.

A beam of light of utmost purity pierced through the darkness like divine punishment, causing the darkness to recede wherever it passed, and even causing a brief pause in the time laws of the Bell Heaven Jealousy Fist.

'This is......'

Yang Pingsheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the spiritual power of the earth vein in his hand unconsciously dissipated by three-tenths.

The light that fell from the pillar was not ordinary specks of light, but crystal-clear fragments of laws, each reflecting the image of a different world.

Yinglong's roar spread out with the help of the pillar of light.

"Wen Shihan!!!!"

A person fell into the darkness, her entire body enveloped by laws, and the sound of the dragon's roar caused considerable damage to her Yin meridians.

As Yinglong roared at Wen Shihan's name, more and more laws gathered on her body, as if countless worlds were merging into her.

Yinglong's life-sacrificing supernatural power—the True Word Curse Killing.

The Yin meridians that were wrapped around Wen Shihan's body broke inch by inch, and his long black hair danced wildly in the storm of laws, with fine beads of blood seeping from every strand of hair.

"cough......"

She wiped the black blood from her lips, chuckled softly, and her laughter carried a chilling pleasure.

“You even went to great lengths to deal with a nobody like me.” She said with a smile, “It seems you weren’t lying when you said you acknowledged me.”

The blade of the ring-pommel sword sliced ​​through the air, then fell upside down, its tip pointing downwards.

Wen Shihan, panting, laughed:

"But I can't fall here. If I can't even beat you, how can I beat Ling Tiandu and Ye Buxin?"

"...Win over my elder brother, Yang Pingsheng?"

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The fourth turn, crossing the River of Oblivion.

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