The improved female villains regained their memories.

Her silver hair danced in the air, and her appearance was extremely beautiful, but from the perspective of the person opposite her, she was terrifying, like the most terrifying demon king of destruction.

Zhiyuan laughed and took a step forward, using softness to overcome hardness and neutralizing Luo Benmo's imposing aura.

“I knew it, Song Panning wouldn’t let you come up so directly.” Zhiyuan laughed loudly, “This is your tactic. The one I just locked up was your clone, right? Song Panning sent you and Xu Anlu to block me. Xu Anlu was in the open, and you were in the dark. She took Yang Pingsheng into the city to activate the formation.”

As he spoke, he looked at the capital city next door and said, "If I rashly go in now, I'm afraid I'll fall into Song Panning's trap. If you and Xu Anlu attack from both sides and combine it with the formation, I might really perish here."

"Old fool, you talk too much nonsense." Luo Benmo said coldly. When he saw Ling Feizi and Xue Ge, the corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled coldly: "Perfect, all the acquaintances are here."

She stretched her limbs and said, "It's time to avenge what happened back then."

Second World.

An abandoned village, icy rain falling from the sky.

Even if I say I've let go of those memories, I can't truly let go.

Ling Feizi chuckled: "It seems my deduction was correct; you are indeed a wicked person capable of destruction."

Blood Pigeon spoke anxiously, "Little, Little Mo, I..."

"Shut up!" Luo Benmo suddenly roared, not at Ling Feizi, but at Xue Ge: "Back then, I gave you the opportunity to take care of my brother, but you ran away on your own. Where were you when I was trapped in the Immortal Sword Sect? Where were you when I took the blame for you and abandoned the entire foundation?"

Thousands of lightning bolts resounded through the sky, bringing with them boundless rage from Luo Benmo.

"Blood Pigeon, you are not worthy to be my friend!"

Blood Pigeon shut her mouth, tears welling in her eyes, but she no longer argued.

At this moment, Zhiyuan suddenly laughed and looked at Luo Benmo, saying, "If you want revenge, you still need to find someone."

His appearance changed, and he became an old fortune teller.

"Do you see what I look like now?" Zhiyuan chuckled. "The one who told your fortune back then and labeled you a villain was me."

Luo Benmo's pupils contracted.

"A monster, a bad guy with silver-white hair."

"Beat the bad guys!"

"Fight the monster!"

She huddled in a corner by the mud wall, letting the children throw all sorts of things at her.

She didn't care about the children's attitude towards her; all she cared about were the villagers' opinions of her.

Her silver hair was something she was born with; the older generation had only doubted it until a fortune teller gave her a definitive diagnosis.

A born villain.

boom!

A stone was thrown and hit her on the head, splashing red blood.

The child who threw the stone seemed to realize he had used too much force and was somewhat frightened, but he still kept muttering "monster."

As soon as Luo Benmo looked up, the children scattered.

She touched her wound, and the subtle spiritual energy absorbed by her naturally immortal body had begun to heal it.

She looked up again and saw the scattered spiritual energy drifting in the sky, as beautiful as snowflakes.

As we all know, the joys and sorrows that followed are all imprinted on your phone screens. A few lines of text, a few words, conceal all the girl's suffering.

That's how novels are; a few sentences can depict a person's entire life, but they can't reveal the psychological journey of each character in the story.

I quickly turned the page, and it was all over.

Only the characters in the book remain, stuck on the page of the past.

Luo Benmo also frequently read storybooks, observing the joys and sorrows, the waxing and waning of the moon in the stories.

She sees fulfillment, and she sees parting.

She was looking at another version of herself.

Her mother was alive and well, her younger brother followed her around, calling her "sister" repeatedly, and her father stood in front of her. When she looked up, she was greeted not with a slap, but with a caress.

Luo Benmo roamed the world, invincible against true immortals, yet he couldn't even imagine what a home would look like.

A dot, a horizontal line, and a roof radical.

It can be written down, but it cannot be expressed.

To some extent, she and Yang Luoyi might have some common topics.

At least back then, in that dilapidated home, amidst the noise, and within her closed-off heart, the fortune teller's words echoed in her mind.

"A born villain, destined for great success or great failure, is either double-pupiled or silver-haired."

That night, as she was being beaten by her father, she pondered those words.

She was both heartbroken and disappointed.

From that moment on, thunder roared in her heart, and it never faded.

"It's you!!!"

The thunder dragon roared and flew about. In an instant, Luo Benmo's pupils turned blood red, and two streams of blood tears slowly flowed out.

"I want you dead!!"

Her lightning transformed into blood-red lightning, and her lightning whip lashed out, its terrifying power tearing the earth apart, as if it would shatter the heavens in the next step.

Zhiyuan simply smiled, as if provoking Luo Benmo was exactly what he had expected. He watched the enraged girl transform into a monster, and said calmly, "Many people want me dead. If you really want me dead, you'll have to see if you have the real ability."

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"What terrifying aura! It's just an ordinary lightning spirit root, yet it can unleash such power." In the sky, Qiongqi looked far into the distance from another part of the capital, feeling Luo Benmo's overwhelming aura.

He surveyed the entire capital city, keeping the current situation in mind.

The royal celestial beings, surrounded by ferocious beasts and other divine creatures, dared not move.

There's a chaotic battle going on below, but the Heavenly Guardian Sect hasn't made a move at all; it's the Heroes Alliance and the villains fighting.

Both sides suffered losses, but neither was fundamentally damaged, and the battle was extremely intense.

"This formation has the effect of concealment, but unfortunately it can stop others, not me." Qiongqi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, seeing clearly what was below. "There are only five villains: Yang Pingsheng, Wen Shihan, Song Panning, Luo Benmo, and Xu Anlu."

"Among them, Luo Benmo and Xu Anlu are both True Immortals. The Capital City Formation is Song Panning's doing, so she can also be treated as a True Immortal. If any one of these three is missing, the villains' situation will take a sharp turn for the worse."

Thinking of this, Qiongqi's eyes narrowed, and he looked in Zhiyuan's direction again.

On the earthen slope, Qiongqi's clone asked Zhiyuan's clone, "Why do you keep getting entangled with Luo Benmo? Why not just go into the city and join our forces, then destroy the villainous forces directly from the core? Wouldn't that be much easier?"

Zhiyuan smiled and refused: "Luo Benmo is very powerful. I am blocking her from entering the city to prevent her from joining Song Panning and the others. There are also people from my Heroes Alliance in the city. You can bring your people to join them as well."

“That’s different.” Qiongqi shook his head: “They are only three celestial immortals, not even enough to fill the royal family’s teeth. Only a true immortal like you can make a difference.”

“Luo Benmo alone is comparable to several True Immortals. My role in holding them off outside the city is the same.” Zhiyuan smiled and refused, “It’s not too late to go and support the fellow Daoists of the Guardian Heaven Sect after I kill Luo Benmo.”

Qiongqi's face was icy cold. This old thing was as slippery as a catfish, and he didn't give him a chance to speak.

“The situation is in our favor now, the plan can be done,” Taotie said as he walked to Qiongqi’s side.

Qiongqi didn't speak, but just shook its head.

It's far too early to talk about success.

At least it doesn't understand what Zhiyuan is trying to do by constantly delaying.

Chapter 478 Even in Death, Hero

The three factions surrounding the capital—the Heavenly Guardian Sect, the villains, and the Heroes' Alliance—are locked in a fierce struggle.

However, Ling Tianxin, the leader of the Guardians of the Dao and the leader of the Guardian Heaven Sect, was not in a hurry at all, and instead had the leisure to drink tea in the garden.

Ever since the incident of Qiongqi seizing power in the main hall, she has been in seclusion and has not seen anyone since she woke up from her fainting spell. Apart from the God of Wine and the beast and human Jiu Ba Huang, she has not seen anyone else, not even her protectors.

Opposite her, amidst the ethereal clouds, the figure of a female immortal vaguely appeared. She wore a flowing white robe, like the softest halo of dawn, swaying gently in the breeze, as if she might be carried away at any moment, merging into the boundless sky. Her skin was as white as snow, crystal clear, like the first snow of early winter, pure and untouched by dust. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her eyebrows like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling, conveying a sense of transcendence and ethereal grace.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, jet black and glossy, shimmering with a deep light, adorned with tiny, star-like flowers, as if the brightest stars in the night sky had fallen to earth. Her lips parted slightly, she spoke but remained silent, revealing a hint of melancholy.

Ling Tianxin asked softly, "How have you been? Have you gotten used to it these past few days?"

Bai Nanrong nodded slightly, her eyes softening as she looked at Ling Tianxin. When she came to this world following the system's instructions, she was brought to Ling Tianxin the moment she opened her eyes.

It wasn't the hellish place she had imagined. On the contrary, it was filled with ethereal beauty. Although mysterious, it wasn't too dangerous overall. Moreover, Ling Tianxin took special care of her, not only completely repairing her soul but also providing her with soul-based killing techniques to learn.

Everything is fine, except that the simpleton isn't here.

Slightly nervous, she asked, "Miss Ling, about the matter I asked you about the other day..."

Ling Tianxin raised her hand, signaling Bai Nanrong not to be nervous. After he calmed down a bit, she said helplessly, "What you said, I have already predicted."

A glint of light appeared in Bai Nanrong's eyes: "Then he..."

Ling Tianxin's tone was gentle, but her words were cold: "He's dead, Miss Bai Nanrong. I'm very sorry."

Ye Chufei is dead after all.

He has burned his life out, doing everything in his power to illuminate time and space.

"How could this be...?"

Bai Nanrong sat there, tears welling up in her bright eyes.

"But the system already promised me, Miss Ling, it, it promised me..."

Ling Tianxin had nothing to say.

The flow of time is different. For Bai Nanrong, it was just a moment, but for Ling Tianxin, it was a long time ago.

"I want to go back, even if it means death..."

Bai Nanrong must be regretting it now, regretting leaving back then, regretting listening to the system's advice.

But what's the use of regret? Decisions are often made in an instant, and it is in that instant that many people's lives and deaths are determined.

Once you're in this game, who can escape? Ling Tianxin thought to herself.

"I want to go back, let me go back!" Bai Nanrong suddenly said excitedly.

Ling Tianxin sighed helplessly and said, "There's nothing we can do, Miss Bai. Not to mention that the world has already been destroyed by the villains, even if you go back, the time will be different. The deceased is gone, and I hope you can accept my condolences."