The improved female villains regained their memories.

"People grow, and growth changes their perspectives. Perspectives, in turn, influence destiny. Therefore, without growth, perspectives cannot be changed, and without changing perspectives, destiny cannot be changed."

At this point, Zhiyuan looked at Xiao Qitian and said, "Your fate is one you do not know."

Those who do not know their fate will die because of it.

This was Xiao Qitian's fate.

Xiao Qitian was struck dumb, standing motionless for a long time. Everything Zhiyuan had done these past few days kept replaying in his mind. In the end, he became that boy, that merchant...

He understood: "You've come to change my fate, and that person's purpose is to change my fate, right?"

Zhiyuan smiled but said nothing.

"Everything, from the beginning of teaching the method of knowing destiny, to the bet between you and me, and now, is all about changing my thoughts and changing my destiny."

Xiao Qitian stretched out his hand and asked, "Did it work?"

Zhiyuan scattered starlight, forming a mirror: "Xiao Qitian, do you see your own fate?"

“I saw…”

He saw a man, a man with a ferocious face.

This man was born evil, rebellious by nature, and despised all rules and regulations. He hated following the rules more than anything else in his life, and his greatest pleasure was watching people fall and die.

He was righteous, he was evil, he was loyal, he betrayed, he was exceptionally talented, he was mediocre, he despised the heavens, and he died by fate.

Xiao Qitian didn't want to be equal to the heavens; he wanted to overturn the world.

He was a born devil.

"Yes, I saw it."

"Actually, I saw it a long time ago."

"When I was using the Knowing Fate Technique, I saw from Bai Nanrong and Ye Chufei that I would eventually betray my sect and die at the hands of the protagonist. I would use my death to create glory for the protagonist and use my despicable betrayal to highlight the protagonist's loyalty and righteousness that will be remembered in history."

"This is my fate, not the fate of an ant, nor the fate of a hero, but the fate of Xiao Qitian."

“I tore up the recruitment letter from the Demonic Sect, suppressed my true nature, and tried my best to play the role of a good senior brother. I thought that this would help me avoid my destined fate, but I was wrong, terribly wrong.”

"Yes, I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled to being someone else's stepping stone, I'm not reconciled to being just a senior disciple of the Void Spirit Sect. What I want isn't love, isn't family, isn't friendship, what I want is—"

Xiao Qitian said, "I want—"

He stopped talking.

But Zhiyuan understood what he wanted to say and nodded with satisfaction: "There are ants and heroes in this world, but in the end, all these fates are subject to the laws of Heaven."

"There is only one kind of destiny that is not only not subject to the laws of Heaven, but can actually control them."

Xiao Qitian hurriedly asked, "A king's destiny? A sage's destiny?"

Zhiyuan shook his head, then simply pointed to the sky.

He stopped talking.

The wind blew even stronger, and a burst of golden light erupted—it was the sword the woman had given to Xiao Qitian, which he had carried with him all these years.

A burst of golden light erupted, piercing through the heavens and earth, and the sword automatically floated in front of Xiao Qitian.

Now, the time has come.

Xiao Qitian gripped his sword, and immediately, a flood of information rushed into his mind.

He saw the truth.

The truth about the world.

Zhiyuan asked, "So, Xiao Qitian, what is your choice?"

Xiao Qitian laughed twice, waving his hand to block out the golden light filling the sky. Gripping his sword, he asked in return, "What kind of fate do you think I have now?"

Zhiyuan glanced at it and laughed:

"A hero's destiny."

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"Are you really willing to submit to the Demonic Cult?" the Demonic Cult spy asked incredulously.

"My father is connected to the Demonic Cult. Is there a problem with me submitting to the Demonic Cult?" Xiao Qitian asked calmly.

"No, no problem." The cult spy was overjoyed. "Please wait here, I'll go inside and report right away."

The spies from the Demonic Cult rushed inside, leaving Xiao Qitian alone standing at the entrance of the Demonic Cult.

The Demon Abyss is perpetually dark, with corpses strewn along the way and blood seeping into the earth, turning it crimson. Xiao Qitian slightly raised his head and saw strange, overlapping mountain peaks, bare trees, and only a few crows staring at him.

The Demonic Cult's spy has returned, and just as Xiao Qitian expected, he has successfully joined the Demonic Cult.

The internal factions within the Demonic Sect were in disarray, but within a month, these factions were wiped out.

"This is the legendary Demonic Cult's secret treasure, the Blood Skull. After using it, one can possess strength comparable to a Celestial Immortal. However, from now on, one's spiritual root will mutate into a Blood Spiritual Root, and there will be no more opportunities to break through to the True Immortal Realm."

Inside the secret chamber of the Demonic Sect, Xiao Qitian wiped the blood off his sword and examined the treasure before him.

According to the information he had gathered, the main world was teeming with experts, both righteous and villainous, all of whom were beyond heroes and great men. They either possessed methods comparable to true immortals or were themselves true immortals. Once he used this secret treasure, Xiao Qitian would have no chance to break through to the level of a true immortal.

Blood Spirit Root itself is not a powerful spiritual root, nor does it have any special abilities. Once it is used, it will be unable to compete with those protagonists and villains.

"Hehe, talent."

However, he did not hesitate for a moment and decisively chose to use it.

He was enveloped in a thick aura of blood, and when he opened his eyes again, he already possessed the strength to look down upon celestial beings.

"Ants? Heroes?"

He smiled and brandished his sword, performing a beautiful sword flourish against the backdrop of the blood-red air.

"Fate is in my own hands, and success depends on human effort."

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"Who are you?" The boy, who had almost died in the mouth of a monster, lay on the ground and struggled to lift his head.

Xiao Qitian squatted down in front of him, smiling as he asked, "Don't you recognize me?"

"...It's you."

"I want to make a deal with you."

"what?"

"I saved you and helped you enter the Demonic Cult, but from now on, you must be loyal to me."

The boy answered without hesitation: "Okay."

Xiao Qitian laughed heartily.

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Song Ming came to the Demonic Sect out of necessity.

He killed his wife and fled into the Demon Abyss in desperation. He ended up in the hands of a demonic cult patrol team. The captain there spared his life because he seemed honest and knew how to do accounts.

Looking back on those days, he still feels like he's in a dream.

He inexplicably found a bargain, inexplicably killed someone, inexplicably defected—everything seemed reasonable, yet it was all inexplicable.

When he came to his senses, he had also become a member of the demonic cult.

Life in the Demonic Sect was even more terrifying than he had imagined. The various factions were constantly fighting, and their daily lives revolved around killing, dual cultivation, and the survival of the fittest.

Until a teenager joined the group, everything changed.

"From now on, you will be my strategist."

When the boy stood in front of him and said those words, Song Ming felt that chaotic and inexplicable feeling again.

"...I am but a mortal, you are an immortal, I'm afraid I cannot help you..."

“Everyone has their own talents. In my opinion, you are very suitable to help me change the Demonic Sect. I am very dissatisfied with the current state of the Demonic Sect. You can give me a solution.”

Alright, since even the immortals have said so, Song Ming has no choice.

After reading extensively about the history of demonic cults and their clashes with the righteous path, he devised his own solution.

"The Demonic Sect and the Righteous Sect have been locked in a long-standing conflict, but the Demonic Sect has always been at a disadvantage for three reasons: the Righteous Sect is well-ordered, while the Demonic Sect is chaotic and disorderly; the Righteous Sect possesses a large number of secret treasures and killing techniques, while the Demonic Sect is poor and destitute; and the Righteous Sect possesses a strong sense of righteousness, while the Demonic Sect has lost its sense of righteousness."

"Although they are at a disadvantage, the Demonic Sect has three conditions for turning the tide: the righteous path is well-ordered, but has many rules and regulations that are inconvenient to implement; the righteous path possesses a large number of secret treasures and killing moves, but values ​​interpersonal relationships and social etiquette, and most of the killing moves and secret treasures are in the hands of the sect leader and elders; the righteous path has a sense of righteousness, so its actions are restricted, it is overly concerned about the influence of public opinion, and the various sects themselves will also compete for the title of righteousness."

Song Ming forced a smile and said, "Therefore, if we can reorganize the entire Demonic Sect, unite everyone, clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments, allocate resources appropriately, and formulate correct strategic goals, then victory in the subsequent decisive battle between the righteous and the demonic sects is not impossible."

Chapter 439 Ye Buxin Makes a Move

Following Song Ming's advice, Xiao Qitian began to reorganize the Demonic Sect.

The Demonic Sect was in disarray, and in addition to reorganizing it, he also needed to use the Destiny-Knowing Method to comprehend the wonders of fate while digesting the information hidden within the sword.

His eyes grew increasingly deep and murky, so much so that even the sun could not pierce through them.

"Besides your method, is there any other way to change one's fate?" he asked Zhiyuan.

“Yes, besides that person and her great enemy, there is another person who can change fate, but her method is to exchange fate, not to change it,” Zhiyuan replied.

A life for a life.

Xiao Qitian sneered. What's the point of exchanging the lives of people in this world? Whether they are villains or protagonists, they are all just pawns on the chessboard of fate.

The night wind blew against the cliff of the Demonic Sect. Xiao Qitian stood there, with a spatial gate floating in front of him, and Zhiyuan standing beside him.

"Have you decided?" Zhiyuan asked again. "Not just anyone can go to Taixu. It's silent and empty there. If a person stays there for too long, they won't be human anymore, let alone throw a part of their soul into it."

Xiao Qitian climbed to a high place and looked out. He saw a vast sea of ​​clouds and a brilliant Milky Way, with the clouds and mist all beneath his feet.

“Just having the destiny of a hero isn’t enough. No matter how great a hero is, he can’t escape the word ‘love’,” Xiao Qitian said. “Although I have already become a hero, I still have a soft spot in my heart. I need to use the power of Taixu to guide my destiny once again.”

“In this way, one’s destiny becomes obscure again. You must know that not all guidance is a good thing,” Zhiyuan said. “If one stays in Taixu for too long, one will no longer be human.”

No one can stay in Taixu for long.

When a person is there, their heart will slowly disappear. A person without a heart is no longer a person.