The improved female villains regained their memories.

Sorrow.

Sorrow.

Those words echoed, causing Bai Nanrong's tears to stream down her face.

But Ling Tianxin's words turned Bai Nanrong's sorrow into anger.

“I can’t bring him back to life, but I can help you put his mind at ease,” Ling Tianxin said. “At least revenge is possible.”

Bai Nanrong's tears stopped abruptly.

Ling Tiandu continued, "On the contrary, you must also help me. The enemy who killed your lover is also my enemy."

If we're facing the same enemy, then there's nothing more to say.

After the two finished their discussion, Bai Nanrong took his leave.

Ling Tiandu returned to the main hall and arranged for Bai Nanrong and Gan Jiang to rush to the battlefield in the capital.

Bai Nanrong and Gan Jiang are quite similar in some ways. Both are romantics who have a deep love for their lovers. However, Bai Nanrong's lover is dead, and his love has turned into hatred. Gan Jiang's lover, on the other hand, is still alive and is now in the hands of the villains.

Based on Mu Xiaobai's reaction, Gan Jiang couldn't distinguish friend from foe after the battle on the grasslands, and even fought Mu Xiaobai and the villains together, which gave Ling Tianxin a headache.

Love makes people blind and unstable, and it's hard to say what unexpected things Gan Jiang will do next.

But she still dared to use it, just as she dared to use the ferocious beast Qiongqi.

The world in her palm started up again, and images of the battlefield in the capital city appeared. A massive amount of future information lines almost made Ling Tianxin's brain explode.

"I've done my best to eliminate the crisis, but there are still so many variables...."

The four forces in the capital—the royal family, the villains, the Guardian Sect, and the Heroes Alliance—are now at war. The former has been briefly appeased and promised not to move, but even so, Ling Tianxin still saw a lot.

“The villains each have their own forces, so they cannot be counted as a single force. Song Panning’s arrangements in the capital and Xu Anlu’s unknown forces should be counted separately.”

Each one has the potential to cause unforeseen changes.

A figure flickered beside her, and without turning her head, Ling Tianxin asked, "What do you think?"

A figure appeared; it was Du Wanli. He said, rather speechless, "Big sister, I just came out."

Previously, he was sealed by Number Three's self-destruction and did not emerge until after the Great Battle of the Grasslands. As soon as he emerged, he was secretly taken back to the Guardian Sect by Ling Tianxin. Without even a chance to rest, he was caught up in the messy affair of Qiongqi seizing power.

Ling Tiandu asked him for advice, and although he was helpless, he still gave his opinion: "I don't know the information you currently have, but I think you should be wary of the royal family."

The royal forces are nothing more than celestial immortals, and even counting true immortals, there is only one Fang Wu. This force is certainly not a problem in the world, but it is nothing to the deeply rooted Guardian Heaven Sect.

Ling Tianxin glanced at him: "I have reached an agreement with the emperor to betray the spies that the Guardian Heaven Sect planted in the royal family in exchange for them not taking action this time."

Du Wanli said, "We still need to be on guard."

Ling Tianxin asked, "Why?"

After a moment of contemplation, recalling his past experiences in the mountain city, Du Wanli replied, "Even an ordinary person who endures humiliation will eventually explode, let alone a ruler of a country."

Ling Tianxin frowned: "I did not humiliate him."

Du Wanli replied, "To despise a man is essentially no different from to humiliate him."

At this point, Du Wanli suddenly paused.

He thought of himself again, of the moment when he had just mastered the immortal killing move.

He understood something and said, "Xu Weibang is going to make a move against us."

Developing a killer move was something Du Wanli had always wanted to do.

Eliminating the Heavenly Guardian Sect was something Xu Weibang had always wanted to do.

After Du Wanli finished doing what he wanted to do, he immediately got involved in the temple affairs.

Xu Weibang was the same.

Once he has done what he wants to do, he will surely reach even greater heights.

Ling Tianxin asked, "Does the royal family really dare to attack us directly? With such a huge disparity in strength, who would follow them, and who would dare to follow them?"

Du Wanli countered, "Are we very popular?"

Ling Tianxin fell silent and looked back at the world in her palm.

She began a new round of deductions.

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boom!

Wen Shihan and Yang Pingsheng's teamwork was so perfect, and their outbursts were so sudden.

If the cloaked man hadn't used a deadly move on Xiao Qitian and instantly appeared to save his life, Xiao Qitian would probably be the one who died.

He clutched his neck in horror, watching the cloaked man crumble into pieces, falling to the ground.

He stood motionless in mid-air.

Those blood-stained eyes stared intently at the mangled flesh, his blood slowly boiling, burning his heart.

She met the boy because of Ji-yeon.

He watched him gradually escape the predicament of Bailin City and become an immortal.

Later, when the Demonic Cult took over the Central Plains, the boy also killed his enemies and avenged his dead family.

The boy grew up and became a cloaked man.

Nameless and without surname, like the shadow of Xiao Qitian.

Xiao Qitian once asked him, "Do you want to know what fate is?"

The little boy nodded: "Yes."

From that moment on, the boy became Xiao Qitian's shadow, never leaving him.

Xiao Qitian looked at Wen Shihan and Yang Pingsheng with a slightly stiff expression. The two looked remarkably similar to himself and the cloaked man.

At that moment, Zhiyuan's voice came through: "Why aren't you making a move?"

The Yin and Earth spiritual energies erupted in a mixed burst, and Wen Shihan displayed his divine power, causing the Lord of the Crows to retreat in defeat.

Xiao Qitian didn't move, but Zhiyuan kept urging: "Everything was your own choice, have you forgotten? As long as you can find the true meaning of fate, you are willing to give up your own life."

life......

Zhiyuan roared, "Didn't you want to prove your life? The chance to kill the villain is right in front of you!"

Fūnā tree, what is destiny?

Beside the river, the ordinary woman gave him the sword.

"Accept your fate, change your fate, and do not fear your fate. When you can do these things, you will be a hero."

"I hid the truth of the world and a lot of information in that sword. When you grow up and master the secrets of that sword, you will be able to read it."

"When that time comes, you'll realize that fate doesn't matter."

Under the big tree, Xiao Qitian and Zhiyuan were arguing.

"It's laughable. You're just using your immortal status to manipulate that boy like a pawn. What nonsense about changing fate? Because of you, that child became a member of the demonic sect."

"But you succeeded in changing your fate, didn't you?"

"No, not at all. He was able to change because of you, and meeting you was his destiny!"

“You’ve used the method of knowing one’s destiny, so you should know that the boy has no benefactors in his life.”

"Now he has it."

"That's what I changed. Only by joining the Demonic Cult will he have benefactors."

"What do you value your life for?"

"That's the question I should be asking you, Xiao Qitian: what do you value your life for?"

In the thunderstorm, he fought with his second junior brother, but because his opponent was destined to be the protagonist, he couldn't bring himself to kill him.

"World will, protagonist, hmph..."

He poured everything he had into the Dragon Tree, but in the end, he became the wedding dress for the Flower Tree, and he himself died under the lightning of the world's will.

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

What is fate?

In a daze, he saw his younger self standing in the darkness, endlessly searching.

Justice, morality, love, friendship—he abandoned everything. He was willing to become a pawn of that powerful figure, willing to become the leader of a demonic cult. After going around in circles, he was still pursuing this very question.

What is fate?

"Hehehehehe, hahahahahahahahaha!"

He suddenly threw his head back and laughed, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

He finally understood everything; he had been used by Zhiyuan, and the other party had not entered the city for so long, just waiting for this moment.

Okay, okay!

Several crescent-shaped wisps of yin energy landed on him, but he no longer dodged. Instead, he laughed and looked at Wen Shihan and Yang Pingsheng.

"Two villains, great, great! I was just an ordinary ant, a stepping stone to the protagonist's life, an ant easily rejected by fate. I should have died long ago. But I ruined the protagonist, fought the villains, and suffered all kinds of hardships to come to the main world to compete with you high and mighty people who are born with noble lives. Having done this much, I have already done my part."

He raised his hands high and shouted, "It was worth it!!"

The next moment, a surge of blood energy erupted, and a blood-red head appeared above him.

"A forbidden killing move!?" Wen Shihan sensed something was wrong and immediately used his own killing move to stop him.

Countless yin spiritual energies struck, severely injuring Xiao Qitian and causing him to cough up blood, but he did not retreat, only laughing loudly.

"Guardian Heaven Sect, villains, protagonist—it's worth dying for dragging so many of you down with me, hahahahaha!!"

The next moment, he chanted aloud, his voice piercing through the mist and resounding through the heavens—

The starry sky is vast and boundless; how many times has the cycle of life and death passed in vain?

The mysteries of destiny are profound and hidden, while the human heart, with its unwavering determination, seeks to explore the primordial chaos.

Unwilling to perish and return to dust, I vow to pursue it to the very end.