The improved female villains regained their memories.

Regardless of their positions, Wen Shihan's choice has never changed.

Other female villains may change, but the seventh female villain, Li Chumo, is even more unpredictable, taking pleasure in her innate rebellious nature.

But the difference lies in the warmth and the cold.

Her behavior may seem similar to Li Chumo's, but the underlying reasons are completely different.

Never before has anyone loved another person so much.

Extreme love, surpassing everything, even Ye Buxin couldn't help but sigh when she saw it.

She felt that Wen Shihan was the same as herself; they both longed for the highest form of human emotion.

Ye Buxin chose a confidante, while Wen Shihan chose love.

The highest form of love transcends all others.

It doesn't even matter if it turns into hatred, even if it's unrelated.

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clap clap.

Applause erupted from the side.

Wen Shihan glanced over and saw Ling Tiandu standing to the side, clapping his hands with a smile, with Tian Bulian and Mu Xiaobai standing behind him.

"You two really know how to have fun," Ling Tiandu remarked. "It's been over ten thousand times, and you two are always doing this. Don't you get tired of it?"

Wen Shihan glared at her: "Want to make a move?"

"Who should I fight?" Ling Tiandu laughed a few times. "I don't mind, but I think it's better for us to join forces to deal with Ye Buxin right now."

When Ling Tiandu attacked Yang Pingsheng, he hadn't considered this issue.

Wen Shihan nodded: "Okay."

She actually agreed.

One side gathers the Candle Dragon World and retracts the Yin Meridian, while the other side eases its killing intent and approaches to show friendliness.

The two stood side by side, heading towards the Heavenly Gate.

The Heavenly Gate is still surrounded by Yang Pingsheng's earth vein power and cannot break free. The gray world beside it stands quietly. Although it has lost its master, it still contains a large number of true traces of the Great Dao, which are difficult for outsiders to fully enter.

“Although you’ve taken Yang Pingsheng into your original world, his methods are still outside.” Ling Tiandu glanced at Wen Shihan and reminded her, “And haven’t you noticed that the other female villains have all disappeared?”

Wen Shihan certainly noticed.

But she doesn't care.

The other female villains wouldn't cause her any trouble at all. The only person she cared about was Yang Pingsheng. She didn't care whether those crazy women lived or died.

The previous cooperation with Song Panning was merely a temporary measure. Now that the goal has been achieved, whether Song Panning lives or dies is none of her concern.

Looking at Wen Shihan's silent demeanor, Ling Tiandu sighed, "You're really cold-hearted. We were comrades-in-arms, after all. Is it really okay to ask him?"

Wen Shihan glanced at her and sneered.

She pointed at Mu Xiaobai and Tian Bulian and asked, "So, do you consider them your companions?"

Ling Tiandu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Heh, you really are..."

Sure enough, she couldn't feel any liking for these female villains.

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The energy of the green world has stabilized.

On the mountain peak, Ye Buxin stood suspended in mid-air.

Her pale fingertips lightly touched the void, and the Heavenly Dao Authority transformed into countless shimmering threads that fell down.

The resentment and deathly intent that clung to the spirits of the dead are now slowly melting away like spring snow.

"Very good, if we continue like this, we'll finish."

As she murmured softly, the first undead began to transform, its hideous bone claws gradually becoming transparent, and its decaying body turning into specks of fireflies.

Soon, the spirits of the dead throughout the world began to glow softly, like thousands of fireflies suddenly awakening in the summer night.

"Waaah..."

A spirit in the shape of a child let out a final whimper before dissipating completely into golden particles of light.

The light particles leaped merrily in the air, eventually converging into a dazzling galaxy that surrounded Ye Buxin.

She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the sea of ​​stars composed of countless orbs of light. Within each orb, one could vaguely see the smiling faces of those who had lived in life—children with toddlers and old men with white hair—all stripped of their ferocity and returned to their purest form.

"Go."

Ye Buxin waved her hand gently, and the Milky Way flowed towards the horizon.

The orbs of light collided with each other, producing a clear, crisp sound like wind chimes. In the instant they touched the edge of the world, they suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, like countless shooting stars streaking across the sky.

A rain of light fell from the sky over the green world.

Every drop of "rain" that lands on the ground will bloom into a tiny white flower.

In the blink of an eye, the green world has transformed into a pure white sea of ​​flowers.

Ye Buxin stood in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, her clothes blending seamlessly with the petals.

"That's life."

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Life is a wonderful thing.

It is like a mushroom in the early morning, unaware of night and dawn, like a cicada in summer, oblivious to the changing of seasons. Yet, the world nurtures the most beautiful things in silence, the seasons operate according to their own laws without flaunting them, and all things grow according to their own reason without ever arguing.

The way of nature in shaping life is never consistent. Mayflies are born in the morning and die at dusk. When they emerge from their chrysalis, sunlight shines through their thin wings like a pure white veil. Ants are busy carrying soil to build their nests all day long, but when a torrential rain comes, their nests are destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Life is so fragile, yet so tenacious.

The Record of Cultivating the Heavenly Way states that enlightened beings breathe through their heels, while ordinary people only breathe through their throats. A single inhalation can reverse the galaxy, and a single exhalation can create wind in countless valleys. This is not about the length of one's lifespan, but about the rise and fall of one's life force.

Ye Buxin was trapped by life and devoted himself to exploring the mysteries of life.

Now that she has become the Heavenly Dao, she has finally explored the mysteries of life.

They are one.

From this day forward, all the souls that have entered the green world will be Ye Buxin's 'life'.

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The mist on the mountaintop was dispersed by a gentle breeze, and Ye Buxin's figure landed lightly in the center of the courtyard like a feather.

Xiaoyu was standing under the old plum tree, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

When she sensed Ye Buxin's presence approaching, she instinctively turned her head away, her gaze darting away, unable to meet those all-knowing eyes.

"See? It's exactly as I predicted." Ye Buxin's voice was as clear and cold as a mountain spring. "Now, the ones taking the stage are the obsessive and morbid Wen Shihan, and Ling Tiandu, who wishes he could kill us."

She walked slowly forward, her green skirt sweeping across the scattered plum blossoms on the bluestone slabs. Each step was so light that it made no sound, yet it made Xiaoyu's shoulders involuntarily tense up.

"The rest of the script is also very familiar." Ye Buxin suddenly leaned closer, her faint scent of plum blossoms brushing against Xiaoyu's ear. "Yang Yang will suddenly launch an attack, sending Wen Shihan into the Land of Rules. And then..."

She gently touched Xiaoyu's chest with her slender index finger, and could feel her accelerated heartbeat through the fabric.

"The final battle between me, Ling Tiandu, and Yang Pingsheng, the three candidates." Ye Buxin tilted her head, revealing a childlike, innocent expression. "So... what do you think? My interesting suggestion from before..."

The courtyard suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Even the wind stopped blowing, with only a few plum petals hovering between the two.

"Is it hard to decide?" Ye Buxin suddenly chuckled, her fingertips slowly moving up Xiaoyu's clothes, finally stopping at her slightly trembling lips. "But I think... there's no need to hesitate at all."

Her pupils suddenly shone with an emerald luster, reflecting Xiaoyu's pale face.

“After all…” Ye Buxin’s voice suddenly shifted to a dual tone, as if countless voices were whispering at the same time, “We’ve been the same person for a long time, haven’t we?”

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Her voice was like the whisper of a demon.

"Although you still have no memory, I think it's okay."

“Zhou Jinyu is Zhou Jinyu. Even if you have no memories, your essence remains.”

"That's why Yang Pingsheng suffered so much, regretted so much, and so..."

"Give up everything and let me win the final victory."

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"Zhou Jinyu".

Her voice was soft, spreading throughout her soul.

"You are truly our dear senior sister. Even after being dead for so many years, you still take such good care of us."

Chapter 777 Annihilating everyone, that is my true purpose, Wen Shihan!

Within the established rules, the oppressive atmosphere suddenly eased.

"Huh?"

Song Panning tentatively waved her hand and found that the resistance that had previously restricted her movements had disappeared.

She asked cautiously, "Can you speak now?"

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the silent space.

The ancient runes floating all around were fading at a visible speed, and the golden patterns were gradually disappearing as if being erased.

The restrictions set up by Bai Ze are being lifted, and the suffocating pressure in the air is dissipating.

On the other side, Li Chumo and Jiang Mochang stood up almost simultaneously.

The two women keenly sensed that the immense power that had been suppressing them had finally receded. Li Chumo subtly moved her somewhat stiff wrists, while Jiang Mochang let out a long sigh of relief, her tense shoulders finally relaxing.

"It seems something has changed outside," Li Chumo said softly, his gaze sweeping over the space that was gradually returning to normal.