The improved female villains regained their memories.

She saw the girl open her eyes, making some kind of "ah ah" sounds, then put down the medicine and quickly ran into the cave.

It was then that the girl noticed another passage in the cave, leading deeper into the cave. A cool breeze wafted from there, carrying the fresh scent of earth and a profound tranquility. Moss covered the cave walls, and tiny specks of light twinkled like stars in the night sky. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, crystal clear, as if time had stood still.

Not long after the little werewolf ran inside, footsteps could be heard coming from inside, heading this way.

The girl's hearing was always excellent. Besides the footsteps, she also heard the babbling of water, clear and melodious, like the gentle plucking of a zither string. It was the stream flowing merrily among the rocks in the cave. She subconsciously sniffed and discovered that the air was filled with the faint scent of grass, mixed with the fragrance of wildflowers. This was a unique aroma of the cave, making one imagine a fairy drinking tea and enjoying the spring water here, completely at ease.

As the footsteps drew closer, a hazy purple aura swirled in the darkness, seemingly an illusion formed from the condensed essence of heaven and earth. Accompanied by soft light, a fairy emerged. Her face was ethereal and otherworldly, her features exquisite, her eyes sparkling with wisdom. Her hair fell softly, her robes fluttering in the wind, embroidered with cloud patterns that seemed to be woven from moonlight, shimmering with a faint seven-colored glow.

She seemed to be on the horizon, like a goddess.

The girl's pupils trembled slightly as she stared at the newcomer in shock.

It wasn't the beauty of the newcomer that shocked them, but the nine tails that stretched out behind her.

Of those nine tails radiating seven-colored light, she only knew one person.

The former clan chief, Hua Yanshu.

Her mind was in a whirl, a complete mess. She never expected to see her former clan leader here. Ever since Hua Yanshu was besieged and forced to flee many years ago, she had never heard from her clan leader.

The little werewolf was hiding behind the chieftain, watching her with a curious look in his eyes.

Time seems to have stood still here.

“Clan, clan leader…”

"woke up?"

The Flower Tree approached, and one of its tails stretched out, using an unknown force to lift the bowl containing the medicine and deliver it to the girl without spilling a drop: "If you're awake, then drink it."

The girl took it with trembling hands and gulped it down.

The medicine was very bitter, so bitter that she wanted to stick her tongue out, but she endured it and drank it all without even frowning.

Hua Yanshu watched her drink it, then walked over. However, she didn't stop by the girl's bedside, but went straight to pick up something from the stone table beside her. With her back to the girl, she said, "Back then, you were just an eleven-year-old child, yet you ruthlessly slaughtered your own kind, wiping them out one by one. Even when the people from the Cultivation Palace investigated, they couldn't find you. As for me, because I wanted to secure a future for my fox-people tribe, I became your scapegoat. So young, yet so accomplished. What have my fox-people tribe done to deserve such a talent?"

The girl shakily put down the bowl. Hua Yanshu's words were flat and devoid of any emotion, but the girl assumed that Hua Yanshu had come seeking revenge.

This is normal, after all, she was the culprit back then.

The girl coughed weakly and asked, "Is the clan leader seeking revenge on me?"

Hua Yanshu still had her back to her, and asked in return, "Revenge, or not revenge, does it matter to you?"

Of course it's important. Whether it's repaying a debt of gratitude or seeking revenge, it's equally important to the girl, so she nodded vigorously: "If the clan leader wants to seek revenge on me, he can do so."

Hua Yanshu remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I have no hatred for you, and I have never blamed you."

"I only blame myself for not stopping the trend within the clan, which made your hatred for the clan grow stronger and stronger, to the point of murder."

"To be honest, I admire you. Although you are not very talented, your mindset has surpassed that of many people. Whether it is revenge or repaying a debt of gratitude, you are wholehearted and dedicated, without hesitation or regret. You can even give way to the animalistic and lazy nature in your bones."

Hua Yanshu suddenly sneered: "Repaying kindness, seeking revenge, joining the demonic sect, joining the righteous path, yes, there's really nothing to hide about these things, because these are what I want to do. If I were as clear-headed as you are, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation."

She turned around, holding a strange lump of mud in her hand.

It turned out that while Hua Yanshu was carrying the girl on her back, she had been kneading the clay in her hands. By now, the clay had been shaped into something that looked like a human.

Hua Yanshu asked her, "Can you get out of bed?"

The girl moved slightly and found that although it was a little painful, she could move, so she nodded: "Yes."

"Then come with me."

After Hua Yanshu finished speaking, she carried the clay figurine inside. The girl struggled to get out of bed, and her legs were indeed in excruciating pain, just as she had expected. The little werewolf who had been watching from afar came running over and caught her as she was about to fall.

The girl glanced at her and said, "Thank you."

The little werewolf made "ah ah" sounds, a smile appearing in its eyes.

Fox people and werewolves are two opposing tribes, but these two get along very well. Perhaps it's because they share the same plight, or perhaps for some other reason. Hua Yanshu saw this but didn't disturb them. She simply said, "Stay close to me."

She was the first to walk deeper into the area.

The seven-colored light dispelled the darkness, revealing the entrance to the abyss and illuminating the path for the two behind them.

The two followed closely behind and saw what was happening inside.

It was a huge altar.

It is surrounded by ancient stalagmites and strangely shaped stalactites, and the entire structure is made of flawless white jade. Its smooth, mirror-like surface reflects the faint light, illuminating everything inside the cave. Various rare magical artifacts and runes are displayed on the platform, emitting a faint glow and intertwining to form a mysterious and unpredictable barrier.

At the center of the altar stands a colossal crystal ball, containing a galaxy and rotating with mysterious patterns, seemingly holding the secrets of the universe. Above the altar hangs a string of wind chimes-like bronze ornaments, which produce melodious sounds whenever the wind blows through the passage, like the language of the wind or the whispers of time. In the very center of these ornaments are engraved obscure and difficult-to-understand inscriptions, while the edges are carved with exquisite patterns, depicting birds and beasts, as well as mountains, rivers, clouds, and mist, all so lifelike that they seem ready to leap up at any moment and unfold vivid scenes.

The Flower Tree flicked its tail, gesturing for the girl to come over.

Only after the girl was helped to stand beside her did she throw the clay figure in.

In an instant, pink mist surged forth and instantly entered the clay figure's body.

The clay figure transformed into a pink clay figure, seemingly coming to life. It hopped and skipped to the girl, speaking in human language: "I've imagined this scene many times, but I never expected it to happen like this. Hehe, I must congratulate you, because you survived."

The girl was a little stunned. The voice of the pink clay figure was that of a stranger, but judging from her tone, it was as if she knew her.

With more and more doubts arising, she turned to look at the flowering tree beside her.

Hua Yanshu remained silent, her face respectful. Left with no other option, she looked again at the pink clay figure: "You..."

“I know you have many questions right now, but you can listen to me first,” the pink clay figure interrupted her.

It hopped over to the girl's feet, raised its hand and placed it on her ankle, injecting a special energy.

The girl shuddered, nearly fainting from the pain.

The little clay figure spoke up, asking, "Does it hurt?"

The girl nodded, too pained to speak.

"Hahaha, just as I thought! You also have the power of the Primordial Void within you." The clay figure looked extremely excited: "You bit that bastard, and you gained remnants of a secret treasure and a tiny bit of the power of the Primordial Void within you. It's this power that kept you alive. I see, I see! The difference is here!"

It paced back and forth with its hands behind its back in a particularly comical manner.

"Yes, this wasn't the case many times before. After all, that guy is a personified treasure, and the difference in strength between you and her is too great. You were crushed so many times. But why is this time different?"

The girl's fate was destined to be swallowed up, becoming part of the female villain's destiny.

The will of Heaven and the will of man are locked in a fierce struggle, but on this one particular matter, the two will reach an agreement.

The girl is neither the protagonist nor the villain, which determines her identity—a supporting character who brings about the villain's fate, nothing more. So many times before, Jiang Mo tried everything he could, but he couldn't save her.

For Heaven's will, the villain is important; for human will, the protagonist is important; for Jiang Mochang, defeating Ye Buxin is important. So, after realizing that she couldn't let the girl live, she tried everything to persuade Li Chumo to obey.

As it turned out, she was wrong; you can never truly tame a wolf cub.

In her last chance, she received a hint left by Yang Pingsheng and began to try to protect the girl, but she ultimately failed. At least before that, she was certain that the girl was indeed dead.

But the girl didn't die.

In her final act of desperation, the girl swallowed a mouthful of Li Chumo's flesh and blood. Li Chumo himself was a human manifestation of a secret treasure, and every part of him contained the power of the Primordial Void. It was that trace of the Primordial Void power that kept the girl from dying completely.

Strictly speaking, the girl is currently on the verge of life and death. She will only truly die once that trace of the power of the Great Void completely dissipates.

“I misunderstood Yang Pingsheng’s meaning. He asked me to protect the girl, not at the beginning, but now.” The pink clay figure suddenly realized: “The hidden place… It seems that this time, Yang Pingsheng has won against that woman.”

It turned its head and looked at the girl. If she had eyebrows, they would definitely be furrowed together now: "The power of the Primordial Void is not something that ordinary people can withstand. This person can withstand it because she also has a trace of the remnant of the secret treasure. That trace of the Primordial Void power is attached to it, but as time goes by, this remnant will soon dissipate."

"Once it dissipates, the girl will soon die."

"Damn it, damn it! My true body needs to stay in Taixu now, and only this fragment of my soul can descend. The combat power of this world is too low. With the arrangements I left behind, I can't protect her. Damn it, what should I do?"

The clay figure grew increasingly agitated, muttering words the girl couldn't understand. Although she couldn't hear it, the girl understood her predicament.

She asked calmly, "I'm still going to die, aren't I?"

The little clay figure stopped and looked at her.

It sneered and said, "You can take off the gauze on your chest and see."

The girl unwrapped the gauze from her chest, looked down, and then froze.

The area in front of my heart was empty and dark, like a black hole.

Nothing at all.

“Your heart has been crushed,” the clay figure said. “You’re only alive now because of that last bite you took from her.”

The girl is a heartless person.

It's hard for someone who doesn't even have a heart to survive.

Chapter 452 The Road to Be Traveled

The girl's pupils trembled involuntarily.

The horrific wound made her fully aware of her current state, to the point that her lips turned pale.

The clay figure chuckled: "Scared?"

The girl nodded. How could she not be afraid?

But she quickly calmed down and asked the crucial question: "How much longer can I live?"

The clay figure thought for a moment and said, "It depends on how much activity you do. If you just lie still and let the power of the Great Void dissipate, it could take three to five years. But if you use demonic energy or something, you might die in the next second."

The girl remained silent.

The little clay figure fell silent; it was trying to find a solution.

Actually, there are solutions, but they are all fatal, and one wrong move could lead to disaster. If possible, the clay figure would like to choose a safer approach.

But before it could come up with a solution, the girl suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"Chieftain, sir, please save me."

The heartless girl knelt on the ground, her upper body leaning forward, lying face down.

Hua Yanshu recognized it; this was the gesture of the fox tribe, generally signifying submission.

She wanted to say something, but it wasn't her place to speak, so she wisely chose to keep quiet. Sure enough, the little clay figure curiously observed the girl's actions, and the next second it sneered, "Are you that afraid of dying?"

"I'm scared, I don't want to die."

The little clay figure chuckled and said, "Why don't you want to die?"

The girl lowered her head and said loudly, "I want to repay my debt of gratitude, I want to take revenge. I cannot die until these two things are accomplished!"