The improved female villains regained their memories.

The Lord of the Crows cursed and swore, causing all the crows to retreat frantically. His soul, which had been mostly destroyed, had not yet fully recovered, and he dared not take this attack under any circumstances.

Lan Xiu gritted her teeth and focused her beam of light. Ten years ago, when she saw it, she was only filled with shock. But when it was her turn to use it, she realized the immense pressure involved.

"Righteousness will endure forever, gather it!" she roared, her eyes bloodshot.

A trace of righteousness appeared between the girl's brows, gradually merging with the sword blade.

She stared intently at the back of the Lord of the Crows before unleashing her sword strike.

"No!" The Lord of the Crows was pale as he continuously unleashed defensive killing moves.

The next moment, just like ten years ago, sword energy soared into the sky.

However, this terrifying sword energy was swallowed up by the suddenly descending blood energy.

Xiao Qitian descended from the sky and stood in front of the Lord of the Crows.

"Traces of the Righteous Path? So that's how it is. Is this the detrimental act against you, Master, that Zhiyuan spoke of?"

He chuckled lightly and waved his hand, causing the blood energy to surge back and disperse the sword energy.

Caught off guard, Lan Xiu was attacked by the backlash of the blood energy, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground.

“Zhiyuan is right. Hua Yanshu, Lan Xiu, and Zhi Xinghan are all just pawns of that person’s enemies. They are the enemy’s pawns. And am I not also a pawn of Zhiyuan and that person?”

"Hehe, it's like a predetermined ending, it's really sad, but that's precisely why changing one's fate is so wonderful and precious."

He waved his hand again, tearing thousands of branches apart, and instantly appeared in front of the Flower Tree.

"Aren't you right, beautiful fox-woman?"

He looked down at the Huayan Tree and smiled, his eyes filled with the sight of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Hua Yanshu looked up in horror, her body trembling uncontrollably.

How...how could such a thing happen?

Although the paths in this world are all different, those that can be comprehended and used during the cultivation period undoubtedly have the potential to become traces of the Great Dao.

For example, the Dao traces of Heaven, the Dao traces of Kingship, the Dao traces of Hegemony, the Dao traces of Righteousness...

But, but......

How could there be demonic traces?!

Before Hua Yanshu could react, the blood enveloped her.

Xiao Qitian stood up, looked at the terrified fox people not far away, and smiled faintly.

He said, as if he were discussing what to have for afternoon tea, "Those people are useless now, let's kill them all."

Chapter 460 The Transcendent One

The scenery was barren and unattractive as winter approached. A gentle breeze blew through the scorched yellow leaves, and tiny, withered leaves drifted on the wind and fell to the ground.

Li Chumo stood with a livid face in front of the stone steps that were once the Kongling Sect but are now the Demonic Sect. A little further up was the square where the final battle took place, where the statue of the patriarch had long been removed and replaced with a statue of Xiao Qitian.

After the great battle a few days ago, Xiao Qitian slaughtered the fox tribe and took Hua Yanshu and Lan Xiu with him. Li Chumo didn't care about the latter, but the former was involved in the matter of resurrection, so she couldn't leave it unattended.

"......"

A shadow surged down from above, like a pitch-black tide, stopping at Li Chumo's feet. In the darkness that even sunlight couldn't penetrate, the cloaked man slowly rose from within.

Li Chumo snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and asked, "The sect leader has been keeping me waiting for days, and now you're finally willing to send you to deal with me?"

The expensive dress fluttered in the wind, and her long, flowing purple hair carried a strong scent of violets, both noble and twisted. The cloaked man looked into the other's pupils, where the black flames had swelled to the point of being able to devour the entire world.

"The cult leader provoked me with that message, and now he's taken people away. What does that mean?"

The woman's voice was cold and carried a subtle killing intent. No one could ignore the domineering aura behind her noble demeanor. The cloaked man dared not meet her eyes. The dark flames were like the deepest abyss, terrifying and twisted.

"The sect leader can hand that person over to you, and can even help you find out whether the Flower Face Tree has the supernatural powers of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, but you still have to agree to one condition of the sect leader."

In other words, this is a different price.

"Haha." Li Chumo chuckled, revealing sharp teeth that were bulging at the corners of his mouth. "This is the moment he's been waiting for, isn't it? The time has finally come for me, Li Chumo, to beg him, isn't it?"

With his hands clenched tightly behind his back, his fangs stopped swelling, Li Chumo lowered his eyes slightly and coldly snorted, "Just state your conditions."

“The Master means that he hopes you will stay in one place in peace,” the cloaked man said. “It won’t be long, a hundred years will be enough.”

"A hundred years, staying in one place?" Li Chumo stared intently at the cloaked man. "What, is he going to imprison me?"

The cloaked man remained silent.

“Good, very good.” Li Chumo’s gaze swept over him, looking at the mountain peaks that appeared above, and her tone suddenly became calm: “If he can really help me revive my master, I will agree to his request.”

The cloaked man breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and disappeared into the darkness, slowly retreating.

Purple strands of hair scattered in the sunlight, and her broken heart skipped a beat. Li Chumo took a deep breath and clutched her heart.

uncomfortable.

It was indeed very uncomfortable.

Regret is like a knife, tearing my heart to shreds.

Master...

If only Master could come back to life...

Li Chumo swallowed twice, then lowered his hands, feeling a sense of powerlessness wash over him.

When did she become like this?

That year, when we were in the cave?

When they were abandoned and left in Whitewood City?

Or... when I first called him "Master"?

She felt the light settling on her, and when she raised her hand, all that fell into it were withered leaves.

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In the Demonic Sect's palace, listening to the cloaked man report the results, Xiao Qitian simply nodded; Li Chumo's reply was exactly what he had expected.

"Understood, you go down first."

The cloaked man respectfully withdrew, leaving him alone in the vast palace.

Such a response is not surprising; after all, this is Li Chumo's fate.

Indeed, changing one's fate is not an easy thing.

Xiao Qitian thought to himself as he turned a certain mechanism and stepped into the palace's secret passage once more.

The secret passage led to different rooms. He followed the one on the left to the end, opened the door, and found a large bed draped with curtains amidst luxurious decorations, from which came sobbing sounds.

The candles in the bronze lamps on the wall flickered as if dancing. He approached, lifted the curtain, and before he could speak, the figure pounced on him and hugged him tightly.

"Where did you go? I'm so scared, so scared!"

The school song, trembling, sang incoherently. Xiao Qitian patted her head, hugged her, a rare tenderness flashing in his eyes, and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, I'm always here."

"You're lying, you're always leaving!"

The school song went crazy online; it seems like it went crazy ten years ago.

When Xiao Qitian healed her, when her eyesight returned and she could speak, she went mad when she saw the tragic state of the Kongling Sect.

She could no longer leave Xiao Qitian, and wanted to be with him all the time. It was as if her personality had been shattered. Overnight, her world consisted only of Xiao Qitian.

Her temperament had become like that of a child. Even though Xiao Qitian locked her in a secret room for ten years, she did not complain. She only insisted that Xiao Qitian stay with her. If she woke up and could not see him, she would tremble with fear.

Is this a good thing?

Xiao Qitian didn't know; all he knew was that he wanted to do it.

I did it because I wanted to, without any reason why.

After finally coaxing Xiao Geyun to sleep, Xiao Qitian quietly withdrew, closed the door, and returned to the secret passage, entering the deepest room.

The deepest room was the prison he had built.

The prison cells were one after another, and those imprisoned here were all people that Xiao Qitian felt had an important influence on his fate.

Besides the newly arrived Hua Yanshu and Lan Xiu, there are two others who were imprisoned here ten years ago.

A putrid, damp smell filled the air. He stood silently in front of a cell, snapped his fingers, and the bronze lamps on the wall spontaneously ignited.

Under the firelight, Ye Chufei, inside the prison, looked up at Xiao Qitian, revealing a foolish expression.

Hehe, hehe.

It is said that dreams at night reveal the dirtiest things in a person's heart. In Xiao Qitian's chaotic and deep dreams, he always dreams of the battle between him and Ye Chufei ten years ago.

In the thunderstorm, the fist, along with the figure, landed in front of him.

Boom!

It's etched in my heart, and I can't forget it.

“Protagonist, senior brother, you should have had a status that everyone admires and a love that everyone envies. Your protagonist destiny had already determined everything, but unfortunately, I destroyed all those destined things.”

Ye Chufei looked at him, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, just smiling foolishly.

Indeed, he's deaf, blind, and even his soul is reduced to a mere remnant. So what if Ye Chufei is the protagonist now?

The winds of the Void Spirit Sect from the past have blown through history to the present. Xiao Qitian closed his eyes, as if he had returned to the scene of several people eating together in the courtyard.

It's nice and comfortable, but he doesn't like it.

Such a warm and cozy scene was never what he was looking for.

He opened his eyes, walked to another cell, and looked at the people inside.

It is Bai Nanrong.

Ten years ago, after he led the Demonic Sect to destroy the Void Spirit Sect, he searched extensively for Bai Nanrong and eventually captured him.

He looked at Bai Nanrong, who was so thin he was almost unrecognizable, sighed slightly, and said, "Still won't tell?"

"Let me go, let me go..." Bai Nanrong inside was weak and powerless. Her limbs were bound by chains, and her body was covered with wounds, some of which were even festering. "I, I have already told you everything. Please, let me go."