The improved female villains regained their memories.

Wen Shihan knew perfectly well that she had no desire for the origin of the Heavenly Dao, no interest in the war between good and evil, and no ambition to become a king or a hegemon. Her purpose in coming to the main world was simply to find her elder brother. Once she found him, she would be satisfied.

Along the way, if Yang Pingsheng hadn't wanted to do this, she wouldn't have bothered hanging out with these crazy women.

[My brother is in such distress right now because of these women. Damn it, we absolutely cannot let him have any more contact with them this time we go out.]

Thinking this, Wen Shihan quickened his pace with Yang Pingsheng, but at that moment, the corridor suddenly began to shake.

"Ok?"

A drop of blood landed on Wen Shihan's face. She looked up, and the scene before her made her pupils dilate in shock.

flesh.

Sticky, gooey flesh emerged from the cracks and began to envelop every part of the corridor.

It seemed that the sudden attack by the lucky cat and Mu Xiaobai made Yang Luo make up his mind and activate a certain mechanism.

The strange changes in the castle have begun.

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Su Murong barely managed to escape the pursuit of the Qilin clone and urged Zhuque to return to the original location to find Song Panning.

Upon returning to the designated meeting point, Su Murong saw Song Panning standing on the horizon, lost in thought. She was furious and had Zhuque carry her there. As soon as they met, she questioned, "Is your plan reliable or not? I almost died in there."

Song Panning glanced at her, but didn't say anything, still lost in thought.

Su Murong raised an eyebrow: "What, are you too guilty to speak because you feel guilty towards me? How about this, I forgive you, you can just help me push my butt from now on."

Song Panning ignored her nonsense, instead frowning and using the array to monitor the situation in the Northern Border, muttering to herself, "Where exactly did things go wrong?"

Su Murong leaned closer curiously: "You agreed?"

Song Panning finally looked away, staring at her expressionlessly: "Get lost."

"Tsk, so what exactly happened?"

“My planning may have been flawed. It’s true that Ling Tiandu wants the dragon vein, but Yang Luoyi may not necessarily want it.”

"what?"

"You're from the Wan Jin Merchant Guild, right?"

"Yes."

"Who sold your information about Tong Chenguang to Luo Benmo?"

"Ah, isn't it you?"

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Song Panning did not answer Su Murong's question, and turned to look at the northern border again.

Perhaps she was wrong.

Not only was she wrong, but Ling Tiandu was also very likely wrong.

"I was so focused on arguing with Ling Tian that I overlooked this possibility..."

"What's possible?" Su Murong asked curiously.

Song Panning glanced at her and said, word by word:

"Why should I believe that, among all the villains, I was the first to arrive in the main world?"

"Hey?"

"Furthermore, what makes me think that the female villains who haven't even appeared yet won't harm Yang Pingsheng?"

"Why????"

Su Murong was bewildered by Song Panning's series of questions and asked, "What? What's there to be so concerned about? I thought you had already thought of these questions."

Song Panning didn't speak or offer any further explanation. Her gaze swept over the area once more, finally settling on the grassland.

She guessed that Wen Shihan had already made his move, but her strongest fighting force had been sealed away.

This resulted in them being unable to take action as planned to support Wen Shihan.

Whether one possesses the combat power of a true immortal is a separate concept.

Song Panning's plan has reached a stalemate.

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Fengyun Mountain Range.

boom!!

The intense sword energy shook the sky, layer upon layer, like the raging waves of the ocean.

The terrifying aftershocks swept across the mountains below, and in just a breath, the once vast forests were completely destroyed, with swathes of trees falling down.

Heaven showed no mercy. The Weaver Girl, the God of Wine, the Bell Goddess, and Gan Jiang—five immortals from the Guardian Heaven Sect—revealed themselves and surrounded Zhang Yijian in the central area.

Among these five immortals, three were true immortals, and the God of Wine was the most powerful among them. Even so, the five of them stood still and simply watched.

Zhang Yijian was covered in wounds, and only half of his greatsword remained in his hand, but he still stood proudly, looking at everyone with a firm gaze.

He first fought against Tianbulan and Granny Zhinu, and then fought against the God of Wine and Gan Jiang (who did not participate in the battle, but played a supporting role). Gan Jiang, who was also a weapon refiner, saw through Zhang Yijian's secret at a glance. Under his guidance, the three True Immortals were like cats teasing mice, quickly driving him to his doom.

Even so, he stood tall and unyielding, his eyes still flashing with the light of a sword as he looked at the crowd.

At this moment, Ling Tiandu spoke up: "Uncle Wine God, Luo Benmo has probably broken through the restrictions I gave her and is coming. I would like to trouble you and Boss Tian to go and intercept her. I need time to collect the dragon vein."

Dionysus said with some concern, "Ling'er, this person..."

"He is already at his limit. Besides, with Granny Weaver Girl here to protect me, you don't need to worry. I will give you news after I collect the dragon vein."

"Fine."

Since Ling Tiandu already had a plan, the God of Wine didn't ask any more questions. He gave Tian Bulian a wink and led the way, flying towards the dark clouds rushing towards them.

Tian Bulian sighed. She really didn't want to fight Luo Benmo, but the current situation didn't allow her to think too much, so she could only go with the God of Wine.

With the two True Immortals gone, Zhang Yijian's pressure seemed to have lessened considerably, but in reality, it hadn't. Ling Tiandu was right; at this moment, he was indeed at his last gasp.

He looked up and saw that Number Eight was deeply entangled in love, bound by layers of restraints, and before he could even make a move against Gan Jiang, he was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

She's no longer a reliable option.

Zhang Yijian took a deep breath, looked at Ling Tiandu, and pointed the broken sword in his hand at her.

Ling Tiandu was fearless and stared directly into the eyes.

Sword light gathered on the broken sword, and as Zhang Yijian swung his sword down, the resulting crescent moon slashed towards Ling Tiandu.

The Weaver Girl was terrified. She had suffered a great loss from this move and was traumatized. Seeing the crescent moon rushing towards Ling Tiandu, she quickly went over and stood in front of Ling Tiandu.

However, this crescent moon eventually dissipated slowly before it reached its destination.

The ice crystals on his forehead dimmed and then shattered with a bang. The light in Zhang Yijian's eyes slowly faded, and he lowered his head, remaining motionless, like a sculpture.

"Move aside, Grandma," Ling Tiandu said softly. "He is indeed dead."

Ling Tiandu's calculations were perfectly timed, and Zhang Yijian died and his life ended.

The Weaver Girl breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside. In any case, it was good that she had won.

The only prisoner, Number Eight, was also captured by Granny Weaver Girl. After the love threads were untied, the unconscious Number Eight inside was none other than Gan Jiang's beloved wife, Mo Xie.

He hugged his beloved wife tightly, and tears streamed down his previously indifferent face.

He looked at Ling Tiandu and said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you."

Ling Tiandu waved her hand. Although the matter at hand was over, she had more important things to do.

With the outcome uncertain, she had to act quickly.

After asking Gan Jiang and Granny Zhi Nu for help in protecting her, Ling Tian Du descended into the mist and began searching for the dragon vein according to the predicted directions.

She quickly deciphered the fog and located the exact position of the dragon vein.

She took out her magical artifact, and as a dragon's roar resounded, she quickly absorbed the power of the dragon vein.

"Although I successfully captured the dragon vein this time, for some reason, I feel like something is not right." Despite having captured the dragon vein, Ling Tiandu showed no joy at the success and his brows remained furrowed.

She unfolded the world in her palm again and began to continue her calculations.

"What's going on? Why does it still look so ominous?" She was covered in sweat, filled with doubt and surprise.

An unknown, primordial chaos swept over her entire body, and fate mocked her folly with unrestrained cruelty.

She calculated again and found that the villains, especially Song Panning, all had fierce expressions, and the newly added villain Yang Pingsheng even looked like he was about to die.

"What on earth is going on!?"

Even the villains have a menacing look, just like her? Ling Tiandu wiped away her cold sweat. She keenly sensed that the mastermind behind this incident might be even more terrifying than she had imagined.

"Is it Shi Guijia, or that mysterious mastermind? Heh, well, I can't figure out who the mastermind is, so I'll try to figure out Shi Guijia instead."

With Gan Jiang's intelligence intervention, she could certainly deduce the identity of this female villain from the Sixth World.

However, Gan Jiang's intelligence is not enough to deduce the opponent's conspiracy. If Ling Tiandu were to force a deduction, it would undoubtedly deplete his own vital energy and lifespan.

But she was not afraid at all and decisively began to deduce the results.

The world in the palm of my hand trembled, and soon all the points of light and threads disappeared, leaving only an empty space on the huge sand table.

Ling Tiandu coughed up blood and struggled to deduce: "It's already difficult to deduce the mastermind, but why is Shi Guijia so difficult as well? Could it be that the opponent has a magical artifact or killing move that can prevent deduction?"

She was unwilling to give up, so she gritted her teeth and desperately tried to extend her lifespan.

Finally, a faint glimmer of light appeared in the world in my palm.

At this moment, Ling Tiandu's vital energy and lifespan were once again almost completely depleted.

She breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, the world in her palm was a ninth-grade magic artifact, and it contained a faint trace of the power of the Heavenly Dao. There was no reason why she couldn't deduce it by force.

She looked over hopefully, but the next moment, her pupils suddenly contracted.

Endless darkness.

A strand of golden hair floats slowly among the silk threads that symbolize the future.

However, the next moment, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in, and the whole world entered the sequence of destruction. That figure stood tall in the sky, invincible under heaven.

That was a...