The improved female villains regained their memories.

That woman's lousy plan has really screwed us over!

While cursing Song Panning in her heart, she fused with the Blood Spirit Root to create an even more terrifying killing move, attempting to break through the protective barrier.

However, this protective barrier was indestructible, and even Luo Benmo could not shake it in the slightest.

But she was incredibly talented, and after several rounds of attacks, she saw through the secret of the protective barrier.

"I see. This protective shield isn't for defense, but for transmission. There's a lot of spatial spiritual energy flowing through it. My attack wasn't blocked, but rather transmitted to another place."

She saw it clearly, and precisely because of that, she was at a loss.

While she was trying to enter the grasslands, Ling Tiandu's advance force also arrived at the northern border, and the group was also trying to break through the protective barrier.

"It's mysterious. This protective barrier isn't for defense; it's altered the spatial structure. Forcibly breaking through it won't work; we need to restore the original spatial structure."

A seven-colored female fairy, shrouded in demonic energy, looked at the protective barrier and sighed.

She is the ancient divine beast Bifang, and also the first divine beast to respond to the call to arms for the decisive battle against Ling Tiandu. Among the five divine beasts in the vanguard, she also possesses the combat power of a true immortal.

"Sister Bifang, is there any way to change it back?" Ling Tiandu asked.

Bifang stroked his chin and said, "I need time. Protect me, and I can finish this within an hour using my secret technique."

"An hour is too long, is there any other way?"

“Then I’ll have to use my life essence,” Bi Fang said. “This protective shield is not simple; it’s not an array, but something that acts as a medium to activate it. I’ll try to speed it up as much as possible.”

"it is good!"

As soon as Bi Fang finished speaking, countless calamities erupted from the protective barrier, including Luo Benmo's immortal killing moves.

"Watch out!" Dionysus exclaimed.

He reacted extremely quickly, protecting Ling Tiandu while unleashing his own killing move to defend himself. However, the calamity struck swiftly, and most of the immortals of the Guardian Heaven Sect were caught in the attack.

True immortals could still resist, but the large army of celestial immortals that followed could not withstand it. In this wave, most of the celestial immortals lost their lives.

The calamity was unprecedented in its severity; not only celestial beings perished, but even divine beasts could not protect themselves.

"Ling'er, be careful!" The God of Wine withstood most of the damage with his own body, protecting Ling Tiandu in his arms.

"Damn it, we can't get in now." Ling Tiandu's eyes were dark and unfathomable as he cursed inwardly.

The term "Shangri-La" signifies that by transferring internal calamities outward, the people inside the grasslands have gained a chance to breathe.

Under the cover of [Snowflakes Without a Trace], Song Panning, Su Murong, and Zhuque, along with their beast, survived the ordeal without serious injury and began flying towards the central area.

Most of the calamities were diverted, and the remaining small amount of calamity could not break through Su Murong's humane killing move. In the matter of fighting against calamities, Su Murong, a mortal, was more reliable than an immortal.

Which way do we go?

"Need I say more? Let's go over to the pillar of light!"

The two people and one beast flew towards the pillar of light.

It was at this moment that the earth suddenly shook, the grassland cracked open, and several ravines formed.

"What's going on!?"

Both of them were startled and looked at each other.

Song Panning shook her head: "It wasn't my formation that caused this."

Su Murong frowned: "Then..."

boom!

As trenches continued to form, terrifying ley line energy began to flow into the pillar of light.

"What is that thing!?"

To the astonishment of the two, the peculiar fortress beneath the pillar of light not far away began to change.

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Yang Luo flew up to the rooftop with a dark expression.

Everyone was waiting for her. When she came up, Chen Ziyun smiled and asked, "Wow, all done cleaning up?"

"We killed that troublesome guy, it's just a pity that he damaged part of the structure before he died, but it's not a big deal." Yang Luo's face was not good. "The others ran away."

"Including your cheap father?"

"Ah."

"What should we do? The plan has already begun. If we don't get him out, he'll die."

“I’ve thought it through.” Yang Luo’s tone was calm and undisturbed. “The scene I dreamed of is ultimately just wishful thinking. Rather than letting that reality come true, it would be better to let my father and mother become one. That’s what my mother would have wanted too.”

"It's good that you think that way." Chen Ziyun nodded in satisfaction. "To be honest, we are all afraid that you will delay the plan because of your feelings, and that something unexpected will happen that will cause the plan to fail."

"Hmph, laughable. I have traveled back and forth to Taixu many times, and I have long since abandoned any feelings for it."

The light in her eyes seemed to have completely disappeared. She said in a cold tone, "Prepare for the sacrifice. Mother is only one step away from ascending to the Heavenly Path."

She had originally planned to remove the Heavenly Will from Yang Pingsheng's body first, but now that it's done this way, it saves her the trouble.

"Hmph, you think you can get away?"

Yang Luoyi gave a cold laugh.

"The Taixu soil is Mother's new body. No matter how you run, you can only become Mother's nourishment in the end."

At this point, Liu Shaoheng, Chen Ziyun, and Lin Xueyao, who were standing beside him, simultaneously reached out and removed the ice crystals from their foreheads.

Three beams of light merged into the castle.

Against the backdrop of light, Yang Luoyi stood tall, her ice-blue hair fluttering in the wind, her black dress accentuating her snow-white skin, allowing her aura to reach its peak with the radiant light.

Ice-blue spiritual energy floated around her.

"The method of ice creation..."

The icy blue spiritual energy expanded, absorbing all the shattered ice crystals.

She began refining weapons.

This time, the name is [Time Returns to Perfection].

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The room shook violently.

The light flashed past the window, accompanied by howls and wailing, indicating that something was undergoing a strange change.

Like a small boat sailing in turbulent waves, constantly battered by gale-force winds and waves, the boat sways precariously, seemingly about to capsize at any moment.

Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes.

The dilapidated house was covered in dust, and the surrounding darkness silently eroded everything. The entire room seemed to have detached itself and was wandering in some other dimension.

"Brother, you're awake."

The tired but joyful voice caught Yang Pingsheng's attention. His pupils gradually focused, and he saw the person in front of him clearly. Looking into those tear-filled eyes, he replied softly, "Yes, I'm a burden to you."

The brother and sister huddled together tightly.

The light from the other dimension surged in, only to be expelled by the yin energy. Yang Pingsheng turned his head slightly and looked to the side, where Mu Xiaobai's corpse lay. Her eyes were wide open, as if she had never expected death to come.

A porcelain-white hand covered Yang Pingsheng's eyes. Wen Shihan held Yang Pingsheng and said, word by word, "I killed her."

An anomaly occurred; this room became a small boat in a storm, and the boat could only carry a limited number of people.

For the sake of his elder brother, Wen Shihan killed Mu Xiaobai.

A person who will stop at nothing will naturally stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

"I will save you, brother."

Therefore, they disregard the lives or deaths of others.

Yang Pingsheng said nothing, but simply held Wen Shihan's hand.

The two remained silent, the sounds of erosion around them incessant, like ants gnawing at wood. Wen Shihan lowered her hand, and Yang Pingsheng turned to look at her, wiping away her tears.

The liquid kept flowing; there were tears and blood.

Wen Shihan's sneak attack caught Mu Xiaobai off guard, but her desperate counterattack before her death also caused Wen Shihan great suffering.

In the silent Taixu Illusion, even Wen Shihan's breathing seemed quiet. She lowered her eyes, her gaze lingering on Yang Pingsheng, as if giving him all her last tenderness.

Yang Pingsheng recalled the past, his first life, when it was cold, he would always hug Wen Shihan for warmth.

But now the roles are reversed, and it's Wen Shihan's turn to hold him.

"...I regret it."

He spoke softly.

"I regret it, Xiaohan."

If I give him another chance...

If only we could do it all over again.

"I will no longer carry out the system's plans, whether it's the will of Heaven or the system itself."

"I have no right to save anyone; all I can do is put your minds at ease."

His chest, filled with the spirit of the sword, heaved violently.

Wen Shihan lowered his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

"Brother, if you had another chance, would you still come looking for me?"

"I will."

He definitely will.

"There are no villains, no protagonists, no system, no Heavenly Dao. You are just Xiao Han, you are nobody."

He said.

The ceiling and walls, eroded by nothingness, peeled away inch by inch, with shimmering light all around, besieging the Yin spiritual energy erected by Wen Shihan.

"Brother, don't be afraid."

Her voice rang out, and Liu Guang drew closer, her hand clenching tightly. Every word she uttered clearly reached Yang Pingsheng's ears.