The improved female villains regained their memories.

Left with no other option, he had to unleash his full power and fight the young man.

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boom!

Suddenly, a thunderclap resounded in the misty sky.

Feeling something in his heart, he looked up at the sky.

He could sense that in that instant, something ominous was brewing within the mist, about to be born. When that happened, the town would be plunged into boundless calamity, and even immortals would be powerless to protect themselves.

"There's not enough time..."

He muttered to himself that the calamity had already manifested, and the omen that the mysterious man had told him had arrived. But even so, he still couldn't teach Yang Luoyi the complete set of forbidden time-related killing moves in such a short time, let alone let her master the basic methods of weapon crafting.

Was it a miscalculation, or...?

"Mr. Nine-Five".

A boy's voice came from behind Jiuwu.

He turned around and saw a man and a woman coming down the corridor.

It was Liu Shaoheng and that pink-haired girl.

Looking at the little girl, Jiuwu's eyes were somewhat complicated. He could sense that there was a mark left by the system in the girl's soul, which meant that she was one of the candidates for the Human Chess.

Emotions are a sharp blade, most likely to wound the villain's heart. In his youth, Jiuwu knew nothing of emotions, and was therefore full of vigor. Once he understood, he became deeply entangled in them, unable to extricate himself.

There are many kinds of love in the world, but the ultimate goal of cultivating immortality and Taoism is to sever all love.

But he failed. The girl with the scent of gardenias was etched into the depths of his soul, impossible to erase.

He looked at the boy named Liu Shaoheng. The fact that they were both destined to be villains gave him a sense of kinship, and his smile became even wider: "What are you planning to do?"

Liu Shaoheng was a little embarrassed, after all, he had been seen so late at night, but he still said generously, "I'll take her to fight crickets."

There is always something binding between the villain and the human player, and only when they recall it many years later can they feel endless sorrow.

Jiuwu's eyes dimmed slightly, but he still smiled and said, "I'll wait for you here. There's something I want to tell you."

"Me?" Liu Shaoheng scratched his head and let go of the girl's hand. "Sir, please tell me."

Jiuwu stretched out his palm, made a gesture, and his expression became more serious: "Tell your mother to get ready, we're about to escape."

Liu Shaoheng's body tensed instantly: "Is the end of the world coming?"

Jiuwu nodded, but then shook his head: "Catastrophe is coming, the end of the world... I don't know."

"I'll go tell my mother right now."

He turned and ran, but then remembered something and hurriedly ran back.

"What about Master? Aren't we going to wait for her?"

Jiuwu explained, "She went to the palace, and it will take time for her to travel back and forth. Moreover, I suspect that something bad has probably happened to the palace. If we wait for her, we won't be able to escape either."

The boy thought for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "But what about the others if we run away?"

Others—that's a very broad category.

The pink-haired girl is someone else, Jiuwu and Yang Luoyi are someone else, and the people in the town are someone else.

Catastrophe is coming; they can run, but the others cannot.

The boy looked up and asked, "Is there no way to stop the catastrophe?"

The ninth-ranking official sighed.

This is precisely where the trouble lies in the catastrophe.

It arrives silently and suddenly erupts, so powerful that even immortals can only retreat in fear.

In other words, Jiuwu was given a secret technique by a mysterious person, which created a subtle connection with the world. He was able to sense the problems that occurred in the palace.

"No, when a catastrophe occurs, people will definitely die."

The boy was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't want this."

"I want everyone to live."

Liu Shaoheng hates death.

He was afraid of death, and he didn't want to see death happen to him.

Jiuwu lowered his head, and in the boy's eyes burned a tiny flame.

That is a flame called obsession.

Jiuwu thought of his former self, who was just like that back then—stubborn, obstinate, and unwilling to admit defeat.

The pink-haired girl stepped forward and took the boy's hand. The boy glanced at her, then looked at Jiuwu: "Mr. Jiuwu, can you predict how long until the catastrophe comes?"

Jiuwu thought for a moment: "Two days, or it could be three days."

"Even if it's just for two days, and Master isn't here, I'll find a way to stop it."

The fire of obsession burned fiercely within him. Jiuwu looked at him and suddenly asked, "Why must you stop me?"

Without a second thought, Liu Shaoheng answered loudly, "Because I don't want to see death."

Why don't you want to?

There's no reason why, I just don't want to.

Jiuwu laughed. "That's what a villain is like."

Do you have a solution?

“Yes.” Liu Shaoheng nodded vigorously. “Because I’m afraid of a catastrophe coming to me, I’ve been researching magical artifacts that can solve the catastrophe. I’ve perfected the design and blueprints. All I need is a master craftsman to help me build them.”

What grade?

"Eighth rank, no, almost ninth rank."

“You don’t have time.” Jiuwu pointed at him and said, “It’s impossible to create a near-ninth-grade magic weapon in two days.”

Jiuwu was once a renowned weapon refiner, and he knew the difficulty of weapon refining.

But Liu Shaoheng said, "How will I know if I don't try? In short, I absolutely do not want to see death, no!"

Jiuwu closed his eyes, then opened them and said, "I just did some calculations. If you plan properly and work hard, you might actually be able to create a miracle."

The boy was overjoyed: "Really?"

Jiuwu nodded: "Indeed."

The boy thanked him happily and ran off. Halfway there, he ran back and grabbed the pink-haired girl's hand to run with her. Jiuwu watched their backs, speechless for a long time.

He's lying to himself; he has no ability to calculate.

but……

A gentle breeze caressed her face, causing Jiuwu's hem to flutter, and she recalled the words the mysterious man had spoken to her.

"That's what villains are like: obsessive, stubborn, and inflexible. They won't give up until they get what they want."

"Tell me, Jiuwu, you want to be with her, right?"

Boom!

Another thunderclap boomed in the sky.

The door to the room behind them was opened, and Yang Luoyi poked her small head out, looking at Jiuwu.

"Sir, I failed again..."

Her navy blue hair hung low, and the girl's eyes held a sense of loneliness.

"I messed up again. I'm sorry, maybe I'm just not cut out for weapon crafting..."

Jiuwu turned around and looked at her.

“There’s nothing that’s unsuitable, Luo Yi.”

"Fate is determined by heaven, but things are up to us. God may indeed be unfair. He gives you many limitations and others many advantages, but so what? It doesn't mean you are worse than him."

"Xiao Luoyi, things are ultimately done by people."

When Yang Luo looked up, she saw that there seemed to be some kind of flame burning in the man's eyes.

Encouraged by this, she rallied and nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Chapter 353 Man proposes, God disposes

In the main world, before the secret realm of Wuhe.

The once towering mountains have been reduced to flat land, the lush forests have disappeared, and endless sandstorms spread through the air, swirling and dancing wildly.

"Cough cough..."

The Demon King coughed up blood, half of his body was covered in wounds, and his aura was greatly weakened. After repeatedly using the Truth and the Great Dao Mark, his condition had fallen into a slump.

"What a peculiar spiritual root! The power of this spiritual root is simply unprecedented. Without needing to master any killing moves or the truth, just relying on the characteristics of the spiritual root and the foundation of a True Immortal, it was able to fight me to this extent..."

The Demon King wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the empty space not far away, and snorted coldly: "But unfortunately, it ends here."

Not far away, Kong collapsed to the ground, his hair white and his body nearing its end; he was already an old man.

Ling Tianxin's method was indeed ingenious. Relying on Wuhexiang's abilities, she exhausted her own heart's blood and used the Tengu as a resource to create the miracle of Kong. However, miracles are fleeting, and Kong has now reached its limit.

The Void Spiritual Root caught the Demon King off guard, but it also indirectly devoured Kong's lifespan. Now, his life is like a candle in the wind, about to be destroyed at any moment.

Ling Tianxin walked slowly over. Due to the loss of her heart blood, her complexion was not good, and her steps were unsteady. She looked like she was about to collapse.

"Hehe." Seeing Ling Tianxin's appearance, the Demon King laughed. "It seems that you have paid a great price to create such a miracle. Ling Tianxin, you were born with insufficient vital energy, and now you have actually used up your heart's blood. Are you afraid that you will not die fast enough?"

The two had completely broken off relations, and the Demon King was no longer polite to Ling Tianxin.

Despite his injuries, he unleashed his power once more and roared, "Ling Tianxin, surrender! Even though I'm severely injured, you can't withstand me!"

Ling Tianxin smiled slightly, a beautiful smile appearing on her pale face: "Don't get so excited, Master. Some things can't be decided too soon."

Ling Tianxin's long-term calculations gave her a certain confidence, and the scene before her was exactly the same as she had predicted.

"That's what parents are all about. They create children at a great cost and with a lot of effort. They put their heart and soul into their children, and the children will repay their parents at crucial moments."