The improved female villains regained their memories.

Su Murong himself had no spiritual energy, so he was carried by the White Tiger and the Black Tortoise on their journey. On the night of the third day, Su Murong arrived at Tianren Mountain.

The white tiger was so tired it was almost rolling its eyes, so Su Murong decided to find a place to rest. She wandered around and finally settled on a dilapidated temple at the foot of the mountain.

"Let's rest here tonight."

Baihu had no objections; she was exhausted and couldn't possibly have any. On the contrary, Xuanwu frowned, staring at the dilapidated temple, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"Something feels off."

Su Murong looked at Xuanwu: "Is there a problem?"

"My lord, I sense something is amiss here, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I suggest we retreat from Tianren Mountain and set up camp in the nearby woods. We can explore again tomorrow during the day."

"Alright, let's go outside then."

"Ah, you're still leaving!?"

Baihu was so tired she wanted to protest, but Su Murong ignored her and pulled her away.

Listening to advice leads to a good life. Su Murong believed that his greatest virtue in life was probably listening to advice.

As they walked, a dilapidated temple appeared in the distance. Su Murong was startled and realized that they had actually walked back to where they started.

"What's going on? Something's wrong! Xuanwu, what's happening, Xuan..."

Su Murong called out, but there was no response. She turned around abruptly and realized that Xuanwu had long since disappeared.

"White Tiger, you..."

She couldn't continue.

At some point, the hand that was originally the White Tiger's had become the handle of the scarecrow. From a distance, Su Murong looked like a farmer wandering around with a scarecrow on his wrist.

"What the hell is this?! Aa ...

The fog gradually thickened, enveloping Su Murong's solitary figure. At the foot of Tianren Mountain, the fog had risen at some unknown time, making it impossible to discern anything and lose one's way home.

The fog was thick, and Su Murong's shouts eventually dissipated into it.

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After accepting Ling Tiandu's mission, the God of Wine, Mu Xiaobai, and Tian Bulian rested briefly before heading to Tianren Mountain the next day.

The three flew at an extremely fast speed, arriving at Tianren Mountain in almost two days. They first flew around Tianren Mountain to make sure there was nothing unusual, and finally landed near a temple on the mountaintop.

"There are no signs that any secret treasures of heaven and earth are about to appear. In any case, let's build an array here first to prevent others from invading."

Tian Bulian and Mu Xiaobai had no objections, so a reconnaissance formation was set up, capable of detecting almost everything from the mountaintop to most of the mountain range. At the same time, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the God of Wine also set up several backup plans nearby, just in case.

As night fell, fog gradually rose from the mountaintop, so the three of them took refuge inside the temple to warm themselves by the fire. Beside the campfire, Mu Xiaobai was the first to sense something was amiss, frowning as he said, "Is something wrong outside?"

As Dionysus was sipping hot wine, he heard her say this and asked, "Why do you say that?"

“This fog gives me a bad feeling.” Mu Xiaobai drew his sword and stood up. “Besides, I’m feeling suffocated here. I want to go out for a walk and see what’s going on with this fog.”

"Okay, go ahead, be careful, and remember to let us know if there's any danger."

Mu Xiaobai volunteered to go, and the God of Wine naturally wouldn't stop her. She was a celestial being with a Yang spiritual root, so even a True Immortal wouldn't be able to defeat her in a short time. In addition, with the backup plans he had made, he wouldn't let her encounter any danger.

However, he was wrong. One hour, two hours, three hours passed, and Mu Xiaobai still hadn't returned.

Tian Bulian stood up abruptly, frowning as he said, "Something's not right. There's something wrong with the fog."

Dionysus also stood up, his leisurely mood gone, and said seriously, "I'll go with you."

The two pushed open the temple door and stepped into the thick fog together.

crunch--

The old wooden door made a sound, the burning campfire gradually went out, and an inexplicable force pushed the temple door shut again.

boom!

And so, the temple was plunged back into darkness and silence.

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Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes.

The campfire went out, leaving only a pile of ashes where it had been burning.

"...Xiao Han?"

Feeling dizzy, he rubbed his head and got up, only to find that the person who had been sleeping next to him had disappeared.

"Xiao Han?"

His sleepiness vanished abruptly, and he instantly became wide awake, standing up and looking around at the empty temple.

Not here.

The person has disappeared.

Wen Shihan always relied on me, so this departure without saying goodbye was unprecedented.

Yang Pingsheng had a bad feeling, pushed open the temple door, and went outside.

Then, his pupils contracted.

"This, this is..."

Dense fog.

A thick, white fog.

A thick, white fog enveloped the entire Tianren Mountain.

He couldn't see the outside world clearly; all he could see was white.

It was white, like a monster that devoured people, without any distinction between reality and illusion.

At this moment, at the summit of Tianren Mountain.

At the summit of the mountain, a burst of golden light erupted. Xu Baxian watched with great interest as the stone core went from cracks to leaking light, and now to a blazing golden light. He asked with interest, "Sir, is this thing about to emerge?"

"Yes."

A woman dressed in unusual clothing stood beside him.

Looking at the sword soul heart that was about to be born, her elegant face was pale and lifeless, and she said in a deep, hoarse voice:

"The Sword Soul Heart is born from the Sword Soul Stone Embryo. It is one of the four great treasures of heaven and earth that are sought by the Gate. Those who obtain the Sword Soul Heart have an indestructible and unbreakable will, and their mental strength is vigorous, like a steel sword that will not bend and will become stronger with each setback."

"Sir, should we wait a little longer?"

"Waiting a little longer is fine," the woman nodded. "Anyway, there's no rush."

Yes, there's no rush.

The most important quality of an excellent hunter is patience, and she happens to have plenty of patience.

What is mine will eventually be mine, and no one can take it away.

She muttered to herself, not knowing who she was speaking to.

Chapter 214 Mysterious Past

As the light and shadow shifted, Yang Pingsheng squatted in the corner of the stone steps, munching on wild fruit.

Today is the day the goddess goes on her journey. In the days leading up to this, the guards have been frequently dispatched, ready for action.

The entire mountain town was under curfew, and the originally lively evening parties were all canceled. Flowers lined the streets from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top, and people thronged the streets, eagerly anticipating what was to come.

"The goddess has arrived!"

"Okay, I'm coming."

Someone called to him from the other side, and he quickly responded, dropping the half-eaten fruit, grabbing the weapon beside him, and running to both sides of the street.

There is a goddess in this mountain town; this is a tradition that has existed in the mountain town since ancient times.

Legend has it that the great Heaven created the world, and in response to Heaven's expectations, people chose a goddess.

The goddess is the one who communicates with the heavens. When the goddess dances, the heavens will display their due miracles.

The people of the mountain city are all chosen people of Heaven. They are closest to the Way of Heaven, and even the clouds are at their feet. When they look up, they see the high blue sky.

Yang Pingsheng, dressed in armor, walked alongside the main guard, his aura completely concealed, making him appear like an ordinary mortal.

The streets were teeming with people, and when the carriage carrying the goddess passed by, the crowd would erupt in cheers.

The goddess is about to step down, but even so, she will still be their goddess.

The buildings on both sides of the mountain town's streets are built against the mountainside, and most of them are rugged in style, with practicality as the main focus. However, the magnificent buildings at the very top are completely out of place with the civilian buildings below.

That is where the goddess lived, and also where the temple was located.

The troops stopped. Not far away, it seemed that representatives chosen by the people were offering tributes to the goddess. Yang Pingsheng, holding the handle of his spear, stood on both sides of the street. Suddenly, he saw a woman not far away, tears welling up in her eyes, receiving a letter written by a man.

The letter was in a special envelope with a golden leaf on it.

This is a tradition in the mountain town: a man would put a love letter to a woman he admired in an envelope and attach a gold leaf unique to the town. If the woman accepted the letter, it meant that she had accepted the man's feelings.

"In this world, there are no demons, no mortals, no immortals. Under the protection of the Heavenly Temple, everyone can live equally," the system's voice rang out.

Unlike Su Murong's world, in this world, only the people of the temple can use spiritual energy.

Yang Pingsheng didn't know the specific reason why this was the case. When he asked the system, it wouldn't tell him either. It only told him that the temple in the mountain city believed in the Way of Heaven.

Yang Pingsheng's gaze swept over the crowd and landed on the couple.

Today is a significant day. The old goddess is stepping down, and a new goddess is being elected. On such a day, courtship is commonplace. The people of the mountain city believe that only on such a day will Heaven cast its gaze upon them, and therefore, lovers who fall in love on this day can receive Heaven's blessing.

An inexplicable feeling spread through his heart. For some reason, Yang Pingsheng always felt a sense of loneliness.

Suddenly, the crowd became agitated. A group of people riding wolf demons arrogantly pushed their way through the crowd. Those with discernment quickly recognized them as the people from the temple.

They walked up to Yang Pingsheng, and the one in the lead looked at him and asked, "Are you Yang Pingsheng?"

His companions, unaware of what had happened, all took a few steps back. Yang Pingsheng calmly looked up at him and said, "It's me."

"I am the temple inspector. I suspect you of having an affair with the candidate for goddess. Please come with us to the temple for investigation."

The surrounding crowd erupted in a frenzy of discussion.

Goddesses are those who communicate with the heavens; they are pure, flawless, and cannot be spied upon. Now, before the selection of a new goddess has even begun, one of the candidates has already had an affair with a guard.