The improved female villains regained their memories.

“Alright, now we’ve done as you said and used this space to bring us here.” Song Panning looked at Jiang Mochang. “So what do we do now? We still can’t get out.”

The rules of the land restrict them; although they can see the current situation, they still cannot take a single step out.

"The situation is exactly as I expected. Su Murong is indeed blocking the way," Jiang Mochang said. "We can't get out on our own, but you can adjust the formation and find a way to send my voice over."

"what are you up to?"

"I want to speak with Su Murong."

"That Su Murong is shameless, do you think you can persuade her?"

“I know her better than her mother, please pass my voice over.”

hum-

"What are those guys doing?" Just as Su Murong was wondering where these people came from, a female voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Su Murong, I am Jiang Mochang."

The woman's voice was very pleasant, and most importantly, it gave Su Murong a deep sense of familiarity, a feeling that resonated deep within her soul. However, before she could fully savor that familiarity, she heard the woman's voice say again:

“I know that among all the villains, Yang Pingsheng’s ideals are most similar to yours. You’re right, Yang Pingsheng does want to build the world you envision.”

"But Su Murong, why did you let Yang Pingsheng build it?"

"Instead of handing over the initiative to Yang Pingsheng, betting on his feelings for you, betting that he won't abandon you after the new world is successfully created, or fall in love with someone else, you might as well seize the power of creation."

"If you were to create the world, you could decide your ideals and your feelings."

"So Su Murong, why don't you hurry up and attack Yang Pingsheng to seize the initiative?!"

Su Murong sneered: "A lobbyist, huh?"

Throughout her life, she encountered no shortage of lobbyists.

She was the most experienced at dealing with lobbyists, but just as she was about to reply, she heard the voice say, "Su Murong, have you forgotten your mother?"

"Don't you want to build your ideal world, and in that world, with your mother as your witness and everyone's blessings, don't you want to marry Yang Pingsheng?"

"Aren't you going to make a move? Now is the best opportunity!"

cnm, that makes sense, let's do it!

Su Murong suddenly turned around and, under the astonished gazes of the villains, gathered the power of the four elements to attack the pillar of creation.

Chapter 789: Love Turns to Hate, Love Leads to Murder

The interior of the Creation Pillar was not as warm as one might imagine.

The blinding light filled every inch of space, yet it was also chillingly cold.

The light twisted and intertwined, like living vines, weaving eerie patterns in the void.

The figure stood still in the center of the beam of light, its outline blurred by the intense light, leaving only a hazy silhouette.

The power of the Four Symbols surrounding Su Murong finally dissipated.

The illusory images of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise dissipated into specks of light. She tore through the protective barrier with the most violent force, forcefully entering this forbidden territory. Her clothes were tattered, and she was covered in wounds, but her eyes remained as stubborn as ever.

"Go, Murong, the only one who understands me, go and take care of them for me."

The voice was still ringing out, stubbornly.

"Go and build that utopian world, go and build the house you desire..."

Just like her, a voice that refuses to give up.

They are all the same; they are the kind of people who never admit defeat.

But if she could do it all over again, would Su Murong still make the same choice? Would she still have the courage to face her mother and the empty house?

Like Yang Pingsheng, if he had the courage, why wouldn't he let his present self regain his past memories?

They are the most stubborn, yet also the least courageous.

She suddenly felt tired and wanted to lie down and sleep next to her mother. Whether it was her in the original storyline or her now, all the fighting seemed to have become meaningless in the end.

There will always be ambitious people who emerge, and there will always be people who forget the hardship of building a house, toiling their whole lives only to have it all turn into a dream.

But she also knew that if she collapsed this time and woke up again, everything would truly have lost its meaning.

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The figure within the pillar of light finally fell silent.

In this world built purely of light, no lie can hide.

Su Murong stepped onto the illusory staircase, walking towards the familiar yet unfamiliar figure. Since his return, the two had maintained a subtle tacit understanding, using silence to replace dialogue and conveying their feelings through their eyes. But now, all pretense was stripped away by the dazzling light.

There was no Qi Feng, no Wen Shihan, no Four Heavenly Spirits, only Su Murong and Yang Pingsheng.

“I know you’re not that kind of person.” The figure looked at Su Murong and said, “You won’t lay a hand on me because of Jiang Mochang’s words.”

"Why are you telling me this?" Su Murong asked.

Su Murong wasn't stupid, but being too smart wasn't always a good thing. She had been comforting herself with various excuses, but now she could no longer deceive herself. She had to admit that her past experiences were repeating themselves.

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“Idiot,” she said.

"What an idiot. Look at me, I wanted to build a house for the world, but I ended up destroying it." Su Murong smiled mockingly. "Look at you, Pingsheng, you're the same. You tried so hard to create a world that would make people feel at ease, but you ended up creating a false world."

"Does truth and falsehood matter to people?" the figure asked.

“It’s not important to you at least, since all you want is a peaceful world,” Su Murong said.

“It’s not what I want, it’s what everyone needs,” the figure said. “A world without war, without intrigue, only a world that puts people at ease.”

"Idiot," Su Murong cursed at him.

He was just as naive as ever.

Or perhaps they are all the same, their edges worn down by fate, yet still innocent idealists, stubbornly holding onto their pure hearts and their faint light.

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The figure suddenly chuckled softly, the sound like shards of ice falling into a deep pool, rippling outwards in the silent space.

"Have you figured it out? Did you figure it out on your own, or because of Jiang Mochang?" The figure stepped down and, in a world full of light, reached out to touch Su Murong's hair.

But she dodged it.

In that instant, as if time had stopped or space had shifted, she reappeared before the figure. The figure's hand plunged into her abdomen, piercing through her body. Dreams, ideals, aspirations—all those words drifted away like the wind.

“Su Murong… I assure you, you will receive the highest honor,” he said softly.

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When the fireworks exploded in the air, Yang Pingsheng's hand did indeed touch Su Murong's hair.

Those gray hairs didn't have the luster of Luo Benmo's hair, nor were they as smooth and compliant as Wen Shihan's silk, but they were like roadside foxtail grass, carrying a surging vitality.

"I want everyone in the world to live in my house," Su Murong whispered in his ear. In this childlike and innocent declaration, there was the most ardent ambition of a lonely soul.

The system started muttering those villainous lines again, but Yang Pingsheng was drawn to the light in the girl's eyes. What eyes they were! They were so dazzling, as if they contained the entire galaxy, yet as pure as the first drop of melting snow in early spring. The light was so radiant that it pierced through the high walls of time, leaving an indelible mark deep within his memory.

Where does the highest honor come from? Is it a gift from heaven? Or a gift from man? The girl's eyes shone with a light that no hardship or conspiracy could destroy. Su Rouxue truly has something to be proud of in having such a wonderful daughter.

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"My lord, don't be sad," Zhuque comforted Su Murong.

“I’m not sad,” Su Murong said.

She wiped away her tears. The snowstorm in the North was still so fierce. The fact that Yang Pingsheng had died in the same way as her mother had indeed defeated her, but she got back up.

She saw that sorrowful soul, so there was nothing more to say. This was a meticulously planned farewell. The architect wanted to break her, to make Su Murong give up, to make her admit defeat. She did indeed have a deep love for Yang Pingsheng, and under such love, she became unlike herself.

The only option is to admit defeat and submit to fate; that might make things a little better. But Su Murong is different. She has always been this way since she was in Liuyun City. No matter how harsh the environment or whether the people around her are good or evil, Su Murong will always be the same.

She loved Yang Pingsheng, but she also loved herself, loved the light in her eyes, and loved the things she wanted to do. So how could she become Yang Pingsheng's collaborator? Unless he deceived her.

This ambitious girl was so attached to him, so yearning for him. After her mother's death, he was her only remaining light. They ate and lived together, and discussed their ideals together. In the end, they were separated and reunited because of a battlefield. But he still believed in her so much and wanted to save her. All the experiences and all the memories were real. Of course, he could easily deceive her.

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Su Murong smiled, but tears welled up in her eyes.

She grasped his hand and, with her last strength, said, "I want to see you."

This was the last thing she said to Yang Pingsheng before the founding of New World; she wanted to see him.

The next second, a violent energy suddenly exploded within her body. The power of the Four Symbols surged out like a burst dam, but instead of attacking Yang Pingsheng, it poured wildly into her own meridians. The immense true energy stirred up a hurricane, causing her long hair to dance wildly and her clothes to flutter like the wings of a dying butterfly.

She wanted to end her own life.

Even that ever-composed figure was shaken. Su Murong's choice was so resolute; she would rather her soul be scattered than step into that meticulously designed new world. Even if the one manipulating her was the one she loved most, even if a utopian paradise of gentle comfort lay ahead, she would never allow anyone to tarnish the light in her eyes.

She had no strength left, and could only smile as she looked at Yang Pingsheng one last time.

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Don't underestimate me, Yang Pingsheng.

I will never accept such a false world.

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However, when she opened her eyes in a daze, she saw Li Chumo, Song Panning, Jiang Mochang and others staring at her speechlessly.

"Hehehe........"

She gave an awkward laugh and scratched her head.

"Well, I can't beat them, there's nothing I can do."

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"What happened?"

"What exactly happened just now!?"

Xu Anlu, when things returned to Jia, became increasingly vigilant.

In that instant, from their perspective, Su Murong suddenly turned to attack the Creation Pillar, and then she was severely injured and directly teleported into the Land of Rules.

"It's like time has been paused, or skipped? Damn it, what's going on!" Yang Luo exclaimed in horror. As a time-related magical artifact, she sensed that time and space had changed.