The improved female villains regained their memories.

Without needing villains like Luo Benmo and Xu Anlu to intervene, Li Chumo alone was enough to deal with the weakened Guardian Sect and Hero Alliance.

She placed her hand on Zhiyuan's chest and asked with a smile, "Is dying here your fate?"

Then, as if talking to herself, or perhaps to someone, she said, "Anyway, this is my fate."

Zhiyuan's hair stood on end, and he wanted to call for help, only to find that Taotie and Chaos had both collapsed.

One stared wide-eyed, its head and body separated. The other lay on the ground, convulsing.

One died, and one was seriously injured.

It was so fast it was like time had stopped.

Zhiyuan was furious and said, "If you kill me, the lord will never let you go!"

Li Chumo smiled indifferently and said, "Now, it's my turn not to let her go."

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Ling Tianxin didn't give Du Wanli much time to prepare mentally.

Almost as soon as he agreed, the two arrived at the depths of the main hall.

The offerings had been prepared long ago, and even the grand formation was fully prepared. It's hard to say that this wasn't something Ling Tianxin had planned all along.

Du Wanli watched all this, his mind in turmoil.

What does a person want in their lifetime? For Du Wanli, it was simply to make a name for himself.

In the world of the mountain city, all that people see is beauty; those born into a temple-like family are born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

Above and below are always two different worlds.

Those below are prone to fantasy; if male, they might dream of being favored by a goddess; if female, they might dream of becoming a goddess themselves. But the truth is, what happens above has nothing to do with what happens below.

Regardless of gender.

The goddess on the stage danced gracefully, while Du Wanli watched longingly from below, not thinking about romance, but about what to eat for breakfast the next morning.

Knowledge and cultivation were all monopolized; without the background of the temple, Du Wanli, who relied on the charity of many families, would not have been able to see them.

As long as it's above, neither he nor anyone else can see it.

He could only forge his own path, over and over again. Cultivating killing techniques was merely a basic requirement for becoming an Earth Immortal, and it took him almost his entire life to meet that requirement.

Later, he thought that by crossing the world and space, as the protagonist, he could forge a different path.

In the end, it doesn't matter.

He recalled the scenery of the mountain town, the uncle selling fruit candy, the third aunt selling linen clothes, and the waiter at the tavern who was familiar with him and had bought the wine from him on the day he celebrated... Ancient streets, ancient towns, and as he walked down, there were rows of houses and alleys on both sides, and each house in the alleys held a tragic story.

Having experienced both reality and memory, Du Wanli, who had never read the book, finally understood that there were no protagonists or villains, only the protagonists of tragic stories.

He has risked his life to get to this point, and his reward is what Ling Tianxin calls "resurrection."

If people have a destiny, then is this Du Wanli's destiny?

He helped the goddess, he helped the chosen one, he helped women in power all the way, all for his own advancement.

If the goal remains the same, how could it end up like this?

Or perhaps all things in the world, whether rich or poor, are left to fate?

Ling Tianxin made a hand gesture, and Du Wanli sighed before entering the formation.

What came to his mind at the last moment before unleashing his killing move?

There is no family affection, no romantic love, and no friendship.

He felt as if he had returned to that street, wearing smelly clothes, barefoot, walking on the stone pavement, wandering from house to house.

Or perhaps it was a shooting star streaking across the sky at night; he looked up and felt the resonance between heaven and earth.

As the immortal's killing move was unleashed, a burst of spiritual light illuminated Du Wanli's silent eyes.

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Original storyline.

In the gloomy prison, the woman said, "You know, it wasn't fate at all."

The man replied, "If someone were to replace the Way of Heaven, then that person would be the Way of Heaven itself."

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The Queen's hand ultimately failed to take the old man's life.

A large array appeared out of thin air on the ground below, and even Xu Anlu's Dao trace could not affect it.

A blurry, indistinct figure fell from the sky.

When Li Chumo looked over, the figure was suspended in mid-air, exuding a vast and imposing aura.

With a wave of his hand, the sealed space rippled.

It appeared to be a man.

Li Chumo sensed that the other party's aura was not that of a true immortal, and that it was ethereal and on the verge of death.

He appeared weaker than Bai Nanrong and Gan Jiang, and what had descended at this moment was not even his true form.

But it seems that making her spatial blockade fluctuate is not that simple.

The large array below shimmered with light, and Zhiyuan and the Chaos lying to one side were pulled over by space. Everyone else, whether from the Heroes Alliance or the Guardian Heaven Sect, was automatically teleported into the array.

She stood up and looked at it, then suddenly laughed: "Incredible! It used some kind of killer move combined with an array to break through the spatial blockade with a concept."

The figure moved slightly, expressionless, but Li Chumo could sense it was a helpless smile.

Li Chumo asked again, "If you die, you lose everything. Is it worth it?"

The figure did not speak, but a male voice came: "I originally wanted to make a name for myself, but now I have no choice."

Li Chumo said, "There is nothing in this world that cannot be chosen. People have feet, and it is up to them to choose which path to take."

The figure replied, "The feet are all the same, but the strength of the feet is different. We all have a pair of feet, but some people can travel thousands or tens of thousands of miles, while others are out of breath after walking only one mile."

He added, "I don't know if the Guardian Heaven Sect is ten thousand miles away from here, but for me, this is the only way to get them back alive."

Ling Tianxin said that if the resurrection fails, his name will still be listed on the protagonist list and go down in history.

She will write a biography of Du Wanli, and in this new world, many people will remember his achievements.

Du Wanli had already made his choice regarding his life's affairs and his posthumous reputation.

Li Chumo said admiringly, "To break my spatial seal, one must either possess equal power of the Primordial Void or a powerful Great Dao Mark. You have neither, yet you were able to do this. That's quite impressive."

"but--"

Waves of Taixu power surged up, causing the red-glowing array to tremble and develop some cracks.

Li Chumo suddenly looked up, his cold eyes as dark as an abyss.

"Is this your fate? To sacrifice yourself just to take away these wounded and disabled people."

The figure moved.

Her purple hair fluttered in the wind. The queen narrowed her eyes, her gaze cold yet a smile playing on her lips, and asked once more, with composure and force: "Is this your fate? Are you content?"

She raised her hand, aiming it at the large array that glowed red.

The figure also raised its hand, pointing towards the large gray-white array below.

One wants to leave, the other wants to stay; one relies on talent, the other on life.

Whether they live or die depends on this one moment.

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The hall was filled with light.

Dionysus was the first to fall out, followed by Tian Bulian and the Weaver Girl who always protected Tian Bulian, and then the heavily injured Chaos.

These were the people from the Heavenly Guardian Sect. They went in a grand procession, but only four returned.

After the people of the Guardian Heaven Sect, the next group was the Heroes Alliance: Zhiyuan, Blood Pigeon, Lingfeizi, and the Lord of the Crows. They were all heroes when they went, but only four of them escaped.

"here it is......"

Zhiyuan touched his head, looked up, and felt dozens of gazes falling on him. Those seemingly indistinct gazes from the shadows were all mixed with the aura of divine beasts.

After they came out, celestial beings skilled in healing gathered around and began to examine their injuries.

Looking up at the steps, Jiu Ba Huang enveloped the group with demonic energy the moment they appeared, then said to Ling Tian Xin beside him, "There's nothing dirty here."

"Dirty things" is a general term. "Nine-Eight Desolations" means that these people do not possess the methods laid down by the villains, such as time-delayed immortal killing moves, the power of the Great Void, the traces of the Great Dao, etc.

Ling Tianxin breathed a sigh of relief.

The assassination attempt on Yang Pingsheng failed, so the decline was inevitable. The question now is how to save the three True Immortal-level warriors.

'Du Wanli...'

Since arriving in the main world, through the battles of Tianren Mountain, the grasslands, and the capital, the enemy has done a great deal without ever complaining.

In the final scene, Du Wanli sits in the grand formation, unleashing a powerful immortal technique, and suddenly asks himself, "If I am resurrected, will I still be me?"

Ling Tianxin didn't speak, she just looked at him.

He's a smart man, so sensitive. He should have thought of this long ago, but he only asked it now.

Ling Tianxin touched the empty space in her chest. She had thought she would remain expressionless as she spoke, but at this moment, a hint of emotion stirred within her: "Who knows..."

I answered in the end, and I was still emotional.

Du Wanli said, "As expected..."

He suddenly started bleeding from all seven orifices.

The killing move was unleashed; his flesh was dissolving, like melting ice.

A perfectly healthy person has been turned into a mud-like monster.

He said in a muffled, indistinct voice, "I want to make something of myself."

Ling Tianxin closed her eyes and said tremblingly, "Okay."

She said, "What you have done is not meaningless, whether it is Tianren Mountain, the grassland, or now. I promise you, after you are resurrected, you will become the strongest warrior. No one will underestimate you. After the new world arrives, I will write your biography, so that you will be remembered in history and praised by everyone."