The improved female villains regained their memories.

Humans have their own vitality, the earth has its own vitality, the sky has its own vitality, and all living things in the world have their own vitality.

Since there is qi, it is divided into life qi and death qi. Even the qi of heaven and earth will die one day.

Su Murong's death aura has turned to ashes, completely transcending the realm of popularity. Rather than calling her a master of popularity, it would be more accurate to say that she is now a master of Qi.

She was just an ordinary person, but she used her popularity to reach the pinnacle of Qi cultivation.

With the ability to turn death energy to ashes, Su Murong can secure a place for herself in the main world with just this one move!

After all, everyone dies eventually.

People die, birds die, beasts die, fish die, and even heaven and earth die.

Even heaven and earth will die, let alone immortals?

This one move alone is enough to rival any hero, not to mention Su Murong's world-class popularity and the pinnacle of her Qi cultivation.

If she could create the deadly move "Death Turns to Ashes," she could certainly create other deadly moves as well.

But without a doubt, deathly ashes will be Su Murong's biggest trump card.

"The third move of Ghost's Sorrow... This really is Ghost's Sorrow!"

Xuanwu watched all this, cold sweat pouring down her back. Not only her, but the Azure Dragon and White Tiger were also in a state of shock.

They are now incredibly grateful that they made the right choice; otherwise, in this deathly world, even the Four Spirits of Heaven probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

That deathly aura was absolutely untouchable. Xuanwu finally understood that this move had touched upon the essence of things. Even a true immortal would likely die if they were to come into contact with it.

Compared to this move, gaining popularity is simply too adorable.

"The world is dead, all the world's energy has been poured onto me, and now, no one can stop me."

Su Murong looked at the lifeless sky, raised his hand, and shouted, "Rise!!!"

Popularity soared through the sky, tearing apart the already dead heavens and forcibly creating a path.

"Um..." Xuanwu couldn't hold back any longer, "My lord, we're not going to walk over like this, are we?"

Su Murong glanced at her and nodded: "Yes."

"...We don't know what's outside of this world, let alone whether we can find the main world. My lord, isn't this a good idea?"

"Heh, didn't the mysterious man give us the killer move to find a breakthrough?"

Su Murong smiled faintly and waved his hand, saying, "I just didn't use his method, but he gave us a celestial killing move to detect Yang Pingsheng's location. Zhuque has already learned it, so she can help us find him."

“That’s right.” Zhuque patted his chest. “My lord, you can rest assured about me.”

"..."

Xuanwu fell silent.

Seeing that no one had any further objections, Su Murong took the first step and said, "Then, let's go."

She raised her head and walked towards the sky.

She didn't turn around.

When people are young, they always have dreams.

Children are innocent and make promises to their future selves, but little do they know that as they grow up, they gradually change their original intentions.

So that's how it is.

So this is what we're supposed to do.

We were naive.

How naive.

Su Murong walked step by step until the earth shrank, the pillar of light disappeared, and only darkness enveloped her.

The people and events of the past are gone forever.

The little girl running in the street.

The little girl who was attacked by human traffickers and almost kidnapped.

That little girl who swore constantly, cheated, swindled, and committed all sorts of evil deeds.

Ghost Sorrow, Su Rouxue, Qian Mo, Balhu, Wang Tiande...

Surviving in the forest, falling into depravity in the military camp, rising in the palace, and finding tranquility on the mountain peak.

Finally, we said goodbye on an ordinary day.

That's life. Along the way, all the love, hate, tears, and pain eventually fade into silence.

"when--"

Someone is ringing a bell.

A horse shook its head, and the hot breath it exhaled from its nostrils made Su Murong subconsciously take a few steps back. The rider glanced at Su Murong, and when he saw her dirty alchemy clothes, he smiled disdainfully, reined in his horse, and rode away.

As consciousness slowly returned, Su Murong realized that he was standing at a city gate.

The streets were bustling with people; it was the morning market, a lively time with caravans, wagons, porters, and escorts—all sorts of people adding to the city's vibrancy.

"……here it is."

"Xiao Rong!"

Someone called her from behind.

The gentle, mellow male voice made her instinctively shudder. She quickly turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe standing in front of her.

A sense of disappointment welled up inside him for some reason. Su Murong stepped forward and asked, "What did you call me?"

"I'll call you young friend." The middle-aged man was puzzled, but still chuckled. "I see you're wearing alchemy clothes, so you must be an alchemist, right?"

"..."

"Perfect timing. The Wan Jin Chamber of Commerce has recently been issuing invitations to many heroes. If you are interested, you can go and take a look."

The middle-aged man shoved a piece of paper into her hand, leaving her no chance to refuse, and then walked away to chat with other people: "Young friend, please wait a moment. I see you have an extraordinary aura, and you're clad in iron armor and wielding a hammer. You must be quite skilled in weapon forging. Coincidentally, the Wan Jin Merchant Guild is currently issuing invitations to many heroes. If you're interested, you can..."

The person walked away.

Su Murong stood there, still in a daze.

She shook her head, looking at the city gate that was much taller than Liuyun City, feeling somewhat dazed.

It felt both familiar and strange.

The wind picked up on the horizon, a warm breeze that Su Murong could never experience in the Northern Territory. She looked at the city gate, thinking that growing up was truly an incredible thing.

She used to be thin and small, always worrying about how to get enough to eat. She would eat food that fell on the ground, even if it was covered in dust. She always acted like a little adult, but when she felt wronged, she would hide behind her mother or cry in her mother's arms when she got home at night...

Unable to resist the temptation of taking the pills, he made many mistakes, but fortunately he corrected them. However, his fundamental nature remained unchanged. He had no psychological burden for betraying anyone. Then he comprehended the secret of popularity, killed his so-called adoptive father, became the sect leader, and devoured all the popularity in the world to come here.

This is what growing up is all about...

Su Murong touched his chest and, for some reason, found two pieces of candy and a sachet.

She grabbed the candy with trembling hands and put it in her mouth.

Very sweet.

But it hurts a lot.

I feel empty inside, as if I've forgotten someone.

The smile on the boy's face gradually melted away in the sunlight, into the water, and into the wind.

Something deep within my soul broke away on the way here.

She chewed the candy, sniffed her red nose, and stepped into the city.

She didn't cry.

A shameless person never cries.

Chapter 193 Yang Pingsheng and Su Murong

"You weren't dead back then, were you?"

Su Murong smiled faintly, but that smile was like the smile of a little devil.

The wind dispersed all the sounds, and in Yang Pingsheng's vision, only Su Murong remained, just as Su Murong only had Yang Pingsheng in her eyes. In their gaze, the two saw only the past and the future.

An invisible hand separated the two, but the girl, through her own perseverance, stood before him once more.

Yang Pingsheng's memories of the Fourth World were brought to a close by the system at the end.

Without nostalgia or regret, when he looked back from the ruins of Taixu, he could only leave with peace of mind.

All those passionate, sorrowful, fervent, and exciting moments eventually turned into a deep pool, indistinct and inexplicable.

The ending in his memory was already perfect enough, and Yang Pingsheng was very satisfied.

Unfortunately, memories are just memories; none of them are real. It was only thanks to the Tongchen Light in Su Murong's possession that Yang Pingsheng gradually recalled everything.

It turns out that the flaw didn't only appear in the ninth generation.

In the fourth generation, the system had already begun to cover something up.

The stories of those years echoed in the air. The two had a deep but passionate relationship. In the end, Yang Pingsheng suffered the same bitter consequences as in his previous two lives.

Those jumbled memories echoed in my mind and lingered in my ears, like vengeful spirits haunting me, impossible to shake off.

He suddenly felt a chill.

The system's methods are incredibly mysterious. If it started altering his memories and trying to hide something from him from the fourth life, can he still trust his memories from the following lives?

What is the truth?

"doctor……"

The sound interrupted Yang Pingsheng's thoughts.

He looked up and watched as the smile faded, a hint of sadness appearing deep in her eyes. The wind blew her sleeves, like a mischievous child tugging at her as if trying to be affectionate.

The person stood right in front of him, completely unharmed, yet seemingly having endured countless storms. His expression was a mix of laughter and tears, slightly stiff, but still the same familiar face he knew.

Su Murong.