The improved female villains regained their memories.

He became Qifeng's caretaker once again.

When Liu Yin asked him to name the cat demon, he replied as always, "Qi Feng".

The wind blew through the red leaves, continuing for a long time. Qi Feng meowed, as if laughing.

Finally back in the room, Yang Pingsheng took out the nest he had prepared, but Qi Feng didn't go in; instead, he jumped onto the bed.

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Don't you like it anymore?"

Qi Feng finally spoke, uttering his first words in this round: "Hmm, I don't like it anymore, meow."

It sat on the bed, looked at Yang Pingsheng, and asked again, "Is this the last time you're starting over, meow?"

Yang Pingsheng nodded, while Qi Feng hung his head and remained silent.

He sensed a sorrowful atmosphere brewing, lingering in the darkness.

Yang Pingsheng stepped forward, picked it up, and stroked its fur.

"Are you going to die, meow?" Qi Feng asked.

"Everyone dies eventually," Yang Pingsheng said. "Humans die, demons die, and even the heavens die. Who in this world can escape death?"

"You're making excuses, you're changing the subject!" Qi Feng angrily waved his paw: "Who cares about that? Of course I know you'll die too, but I don't want you to die like that, meow."

"Whether it's you, everyone else, or Mo Chang, I don't want you to die like that, meow!"

A ripple stirred in Yang Pingsheng's heart; though it quickly dissipated, it was indeed there.

“You know that,” Yang Pingsheng replied with a smile, “Time reversal comes at a price. After all, it’s a forbidden technique, and every time it’s used, a cost must be paid.”

Every time time was reversed, he had to pay a price. In his long struggle with Ye Buxin, the losses never stopped.

By now, he has lost everything except love.

Suddenly, a struggle arose in his arms. For some reason, Qi Feng stood up on his hind legs and began to paw at Yang Pingsheng's clothes.

“I know, I understand. Okay, Pingsheng, let me ask you, if Jiang Mochang agrees this time, and she is really changed by you, will you still die?” Qi Feng asked.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

Qi Feng suddenly said with a sorrowful voice, "One thousand one hundred and twenty-three times, plus this last time, that's one thousand one hundred and twenty-four times. So many experiences, so many beautiful memories, but she knows nothing and feels nothing. Isn't that too sad?"

Humans are creatures that live on memories.

Qi Feng remembers all those wonderful experiences, Yang Pingsheng remembers them, but Jiang Mochang and everyone in the mangrove forest don't. That's not fair.

Yang Pingsheng said, "If you don't remember, then you don't remember. There was a lot of sadness too, wasn't there?"

Qi Feng shook his head: "Whether it's sadness or joy, these are their memories, memories that belong only to them!"

Yang Pingsheng held Qi Feng in his arms and lowered his head.

Qi Feng seemed to sense something, and bent over, trying his best to bring warmth to Yang Pingsheng.

Night passed, day arrived, and nothing was said throughout the night.

The sky had not yet completely lost its deep blue of night, but a faint glimmer of dawn was already visible on the eastern horizon, heralding the arrival of a new day.

The mangrove branches swayed gently in the faint morning light, their outlines appearing and disappearing in the mist, like elves from ancient legends. A thin mist floated in the air, drifting slowly with the wind, adding a touch of dreamlike color.

Yang Pingsheng held Qi Feng in his arms, standing on the rooftop, watching the red sun slowly rise.

He heard the occasional chirping of birds from the woods, clear and melodious, breaking the morning's tranquility. It was the sound of early birds searching for food or calling to their mates. As time passed, more sounds joined in, and the mangrove forest became lively.

"I'm starving, I want to eat fish cat," Qi Feng said softly.

Yang Pingsheng nodded, took a step, and with the magical artifact attached to him, he walked through the air and headed towards the river in the mangrove forest.

Soon, a bonfire was lit by the river, and the aroma of grilled fish filled the air, enough to make anyone's mouth water.

Qi Feng ate happily, meowing as it ate. Every time it came back to life, its favorite food was the food made by Yang Pingsheng.

After eating its fill, it nestled in Yang Pingsheng's arms and continued the conversation from the previous night: "Pingsheng, is this the last time? Are you sure you can do it?"

"..."

There is never anything in this world that is 100% certain.

Yang Pingsheng is not Ye Buxin; he is a pessimist who always thinks of the worst possible outcome.

Similarly, unlike Ye Buxin, he was not good at strategizing. The only thing he could do with Jiang Mochang was to start over again and again, to influence and change him with his sincerity.

The Eighth World was his only option. He had lost too much, even the initiative in Taixu. Once he returned to Taixu, he would immediately become Ye Buxin's puppet.

He can only briefly return to Taixu when time reverses, and Ye Buxin can't do anything about it during the reversal process.

In the Great Ruins, the fall of a shooting star marks the beginning of a cycle.

He caused 1,124 shooting stars to fall, which is 1,124 cycles of reincarnation.

However, time flies and years pass quickly.

As for age, it's hard to say how long ago it has been.

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Despite so many cycles, it's not that they haven't succeeded at some point.

Yang Pingsheng remembered the most recent time; it was in a dilapidated temple.

Jiang Mochang's pink hair was styled into an exquisite bun, shimmering with a warm glow. Her face was like a delicate porcelain vase, pure white and flawless. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and her eyelashes trembled gently, as if they could stir one's heartstrings. Her nose was straight and her lips were as delicate as rose petals. With a slight smile, she was stunningly beautiful.

That was the most beautiful she had ever seen.

Two bowls of turbid wine, two red candles—no matter how many reincarnations pass, Yang Pingsheng remembers that scene.

As night fell, the wind creaked against the door of the dilapidated temple.

Jiang Mochang shyly looked away, not daring to look at him. Yang Pingsheng chuckled and offered her a drink.

"We're about to get married, why won't you look at me, my lady?"

Jiang Mochang blushed and muttered, "Who is your wife?"

But she eventually accepted the wine bowl, allowing Yang Pingsheng to approach her.

Only then did Yang Pingsheng realize that the girl before him was burning with all her passion.

He said, "Now that we are husband and wife, we will never be separated, no matter how far we travel or how much the sun and moon set."

"I understand," Jiang Mochang said, his head bowed, his voice barely audible.

The wine bowls clinked together, and the turbid wine was drunk in one gulp.

The wind picked up again, and Yang Pingsheng thought that from now on, they would be bound together.

But the next moment, he was suddenly pushed to the ground.

The wine bowl shattered with a crash, the red candles were overturned, and blood splattered all over the ground. The pink figure lay in a pool of blood; the happiness of the previous moment had now become forever.

Yang Pingsheng shakily got up and looked at the green incarnation.

She disregarded the backlash from the restrictions and forcefully descended.

"Heh, using a forbidden time-related killing move that you and I developed together to get married here, Pingsheng, you're quite the character." The figure laughed, its words sending chills down one's spine. "It's my fault for ruining your good time. I'm truly sorry, Pingsheng, you'll have to do it again."

"As long as you don't mind the fatigue."

Chapter 514 Only to Start Over

Yang Pingsheng knew Ye Buxin; once she found an opportunity, she would seize it relentlessly.

Since then, the node has been set, and Yang Pingsheng can only start over again and again, looking for a breakthrough opportunity before that node.

Whether it's the members of the Mangrove Forest Gang or Jiang Mochang himself, everyone is trapped in a strange cycle of time, repeating the process over and over again.

Yang Pingsheng was all alone. Every time he returned, no one in the Eighth World would remember him or know him.

Except for that cat demon.

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The winds of the Eighth World keep blowing.

Every time time is reversed, it means that those beautiful memories are lost forever.

This is not about erasing memories, but about bringing everyone back to the beginning.

Those who unleash forbidden time-related killing moves can always bring everyone back to the starting point, but their own hearts remain in the more ancient past.

Since then, Yang Pingsheng has never again taken the step of getting married at the ancient temple with Jiang Mochang.

Her personality was inherently suspicious, sensitive, and fickle, and Yang Pingsheng had no way to change her except by using his sincerity.

Even such sincerity made her doubt.

In the repeated cycles of time, each time Yang Pingsheng saw Jiang Mochang again, he would tell her where they had been and what they had experienced the previous time.

Perhaps from Jiang Mochang's perspective, he was indeed very suspicious.

But he wasn't lying.

However, until that point arrives, he still cannot enter Jiang Mochang's heart.

It's alright, Yang Pingsheng told himself. He just didn't know Jiang Mochang well enough, and he wasn't worthy of making Jiang Mochang open his heart.

Since that's the case, let's try again.

Therefore, after each reincarnation, Yang Pingsheng constantly adjusted himself, from his tone to his expression, trying his best to become the person Jiang Mochang liked the most.

The wind never stops, and the cycle of time never ceases. He constantly changes himself to portray a love story that is unforgettable.

Soon, he was no longer himself. Yang Pingsheng thought, "So when you love someone, you really do become someone you don't recognize."

Beautiful scenery, once seen too often, becomes tiresome; thousands of repetitions gradually turned him into a machine.

Sometimes he wondered if the Eighth World was truly his hidden place. Should he simply abandon it and start somewhere else? But when he saw that pink figure, he would instinctively move closer.

He kept getting to know her again, befriending her, traveling together, fighting side by side... In each experience, he always understood this girl a little bit more.

In the Eighth World, he was the one who understood Jiang Mochang the most.

Unfortunately, understanding doesn't mean Jiang Mochang will accept it.

They can become confidants, friends, and comrades-in-arms who entrust their backs to each other, but they can never again become truly integrated as they were that day.