The improved female villains regained their memories.

He looked over with slight surprise, only to see Ye Chufei's tightly closed eyes.

His judgment was correct; the opponent's fist shadow carried the traces of the Great Dao, how could it be so easy to break?

on purpose?

This guy isn't mentally challenged at all; he did it on purpose.

But why did he do that?

In an instant, Xiao Qitian thought of many things, but fate would not give him another chance.

The protagonist's death has enraged the world's will!

"Ye Chufei!"

Boom!

A ball of light representing the will of the world appeared in the sky. At that moment, the snow stopped, and the light enveloped the earth, even overshadowing the glow of the flowering tree.

The beam of light quickly locked onto Xiao Qitian, and then a deadly beam of light, carrying destructive power, descended from the sky.

"No!"

He roared in anger, disregarding everyone else, and immediately rushed towards the Fulong Tree in front of the palace above.

Over the years, he has become one with the Fulong Tree. As long as he returns to the Fulong Tree, he will possess the power of a half-step True Immortal.

Although it cannot move, it might be able to withstand that beam of light.

"The Dragon Tree!"

He roared and flew over, but the light had already descended.

O Fir tree, tell me, what is fate?

who am I?

Why was I born into this world?

What is my mission?

Is it because I was born in this time period that my background was determined, or is it because my background determined the time period of my birth?

Fate, oh fate...

Xiao Qitian felt that everything about him was rapidly collapsing. The destructive power was too domineering. The moment it hit him, his spiritual sea and spiritual veins began to crumble.

"Dragon Tree, Dragon Tree, is your presence here also an arrangement of fate?"

He heard his past self ask that same question.

"The Hidden Dragon Tree, the Hidden Dragon..."

His body, which gradually dissipated like ashes, collapsed in front of the Fulong Tree.

He heard a sound behind him.

It was Hua Yanshu; she came up with him.

"Xiao Qitian".

Hua Yanshu's calm voice came from behind.

"That sage once taught you the method of knowing one's destiny. Have you ever looked into what my destiny is?"

That sir?

What? What is she saying?

Does she know that person?

Xiao Qitian turned around shakily, somewhat stunned, and said, "It's the destiny of a hero..."

"grateful."

Hua Yanshu stepped forward and crushed Xiao Qitian's body with a single stomp, causing him to vanish completely.

"The Dragon Tree".

Hua Yanshu stood under the tree, looking at the thick, sturdy tree.

"The legendary tree that can contain the essence, energy, and spirit of people is the tree that has contained the essence, energy, and spirit of the sect elders and Xiao Qitian throughout the ages."

What are the members of the Demonic Cult compared to this? The real big shots are this.

Hua Yanshu chuckled softly, placed her hand on it, and a rosy glow enveloped the blood-red tree.

"So comfortable, so very comfortable." She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. The glow of the sunset kept changing, and the patterns on her body automatically appeared and began to emerge.

A trace of the Great Dao appeared on her body.

Without a doubt, the essence, energy, and spirit contained within the Fulong Tree were far greater than the Huayan Tree could have imagined. This was not surprising, as it contained the essence, energy, and spirit of celestial beings, each one incredibly pure, comparable to the Huayan Tree absorbing hundreds of millions of ordinary people.

The dragon tree gradually withered; after standing here for so many years, it finally succumbed to its weakness.

When the afterglow faded, it turned into a completely withered tree.

Through this continuous transformation, the Flower Face Tree finally mastered the technique of condensing the traces of the Great Dao and outlined the complete portrait pattern.

A blooming peony appeared on her snow-white back, exceptionally beautiful in the cold snow.

The portrait's emblem signifies the power of a true immortal!

For so many years, no true immortal has ever appeared in this world. The last true immortal still exists in ancient books and among those mythical beasts.

At this moment, Hua Yanshu possessed the combat power of a true immortal, accomplishing something that countless others had failed to achieve.

The true number one in the world, in this world, Hua Yanshu has no rivals.

“My fox-people clan has never produced any masters; at most, they stop at the linear inscription level. But my Flower-Faced Tree has managed to create a portrait inscription.” She stood before the withered tree, her heart filled with turmoil.

Winter has arrived, and all flowers have withered, but her peony is in full bloom!

She returned to the square. Because of the deaths of Xiao Qitian and a large number of demonic cult members, the remaining members, except for the two demonic cult protectors, were basically no threat.

Qing Xuelan manipulated the purple vines to firmly restrain the two. Seeing Hua Yanshu arrive, she hurriedly said, "My clan leader, have you finished? Come and help quickly, we only need these two."

On the square, only a few of them could form a fighting force; the rest were nothing but a defeated army.

Hua Yanshu descended slowly and said in an elegant tone, "Help me trap them first and wear them down."

"And then?" Qing Xuelan asked.

"And then," Hua Yanshu said slowly, "and then you can die just like them."

The air fell silent.

Qing Xuelan narrowed her eyes slightly: "Clan leader, are you joking with me?"

“I’m not joking. Apart from Li Chumo, none of you here are of any use anymore. At least not to me.” Hua Yanshu said with a smile.

"Chieftain, you..."

"Shhh."

She raised a finger, interrupting Qing Xuelan.

"Don't keep calling me 'Clan Chief,' I have my own name."

As the pressure of a True Immortal descended, the cloaked man, the Lord of the Crows, Qing Xuelan, and even Lan Xiu, among others present, all changed their expressions and knelt on the ground.

"My name is Hua Yanshu."

Chapter 466 Fox People

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the fox spirit's shrine.

One after another, the memorial tablets of the fox-people ancestors were displayed. Hua Yanshu looked over and saw that the tablets were splattered with blood, obscuring the names.

What is destiny?

Blood dripped from her knife, falling to the ground drop by drop.

The mother collapsed to her knees, screaming, "Yan Yan, what have you done? How could you kill an elder? How could you hurt someone of your own kind?!"

She turned to look at her, and her eyes silently told a story.

She looked out of the ancestral hall, where a green figure floated in mid-air, calmly watching her.

"Mother."

She wiped the blood from the knife and replied:

"I shouldn't have ended up like this."

She looked at the green figure, whose mouth was slightly open, as if it were saying something.

She raised the knife: "My life is in my own hands."

The flames flickered.

The fire in her eyes flickered.

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Silvery moonlight streamed in through the window.

Hua Yanshu sat quietly on the bed. The silvery moonlight distorted slightly, and a faint green figure appeared behind her.

She clenched her hands, bit her lip, and looked unwilling: "Everything is just as you said, you were right about everything."

The green figure chuckled softly: "I told you long ago, this is your fate."

Hua Yanshu remained silent.

The figure continued, "How about it? Agree to my deal. I'll only ask you to do some small things, but you'll get a lot of benefits in return. What's not to like?"

She was like a demon, whispering in the fox-girl's ear: "I know very well how you use your bloodline and your ancestral secret techniques. As long as you do as I say, you may become the best in the world in the future."

"A clan leader burdened with countless responsibilities, or yourself who is invincible under heaven—have you made your choice?"

The green figure vanished, as if it had never existed.

The silvery moonlight returned to normal and shone through the window. Hua Yanshu sat on the bed, expressionless.

The fox spirit who was taking care of her came in and urged her, "Miss, have something to eat."