The improved female villains regained their memories.

No matter how much he cherishes it, time will relentlessly move forward, like a torrent of fate, pushing him to that point.

Before the final act, he thought that perhaps he could tell everything to the members of the Mangrove Gang and then do his best to help the Mangrove Gang get away from everything, so that Jiang Mochang would still have a home after he left.

But he knew the members of the Mangrove Gang so well, he knew their past, and he knew their choices.

Similarly, he was aware of his own choice.

The arrogant Queen of Heaven wouldn't care about their thoughts or their lives. She was so arrogant that she coldly watched them walk towards hell, ensuring that the Eighth World would never have peace.

For her, it didn't matter how many worlds she created once she obtained that power.

Yang Pingsheng, on the other hand, had long since shed the title of "close friend" and become her greatest enemy on the road to her ideals.

Yang Pingsheng looked at the sky and could only see blurry clouds.

The sky was gloomy and oppressive, as if the end of the world was approaching, with not a single ray of sunlight in sight.

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A few days later, a coalition of various gangs launched a general offensive against the Mangrove Gang.

Even though the Mangrove Forest Gang made many preparations, even though Jiang Mochang risked his life to create many talismans, even though the Mangrove Forest Gang was united, even though...

Even though they had done so much, the group, twisted by their desires, still stormed into the mangrove forest.

Blood was spilled in every corner, making the red leaves even redder, and the stench lingered in the air, unyielding to the wind.

Liu Yin and Murong Xu led the people who were no longer able to fight back to the vicinity of the ancient tree, while Sikong Xuan, Jiang Mochang, and Yang Pingsheng each led a team that was still able to fight to resist the gang alliance.

Everyone was blinded by rage, and amidst the clash of spiritual energies, everyone lost their reason.

boom!

Covered in wounds and shirtless, Sikong Xuan swung a stone lock, smashing the heads of the surrounding enemies.

Jiang Mo often wears amulets that enhance spiritual energy, causing various colors of light to emerge as he uses different amulets to annihilate his enemies.

Yang Pingsheng, relying on his strong defense, charged directly into the enemy crowd.

The two sides fought fiercely in the dark, and when their spiritual energy ran out, they used weapons; when their weapons were damaged, they used their fists.

Blood seeped into the river, turning it a deep crimson.

The battlefield, a scene of carnage, was a chaotic free-for-all. Spiritual energy and weapons clashed together, producing clanging sounds that sent sparks flying with each impact. The cacophony of sounds painted the sky a blood-red hue.

The corpses lay scattered about, some already cold and stiff, others still groaning in pain. Blood pooled in streams, forming pools in the low-lying areas. Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, carrying a nauseating stench of blood.

A figure slowly walked into the battlefield.

The sharp-eyed Jiang Mochang spotted the newcomer immediately and roared, "What are you doing here? Go back!"

Yang Pingsheng, standing among the enemy, was startled; this was yet another change he had never witnessed before.

Sikong Xuan ripped open the belly of the enemy in front of him with a single punch, and his pupils contracted when he saw the newcomer.

It was Su Fengqing.

She stood on a rock, holding a knife, and looked sadly at the crowd.

"Little Wind".

"Su Fengqing!"

Liu Yin and Murong Xu called out and rushed over, but it was clearly too late.

"Stop fighting. The immortal destiny you want is yours."

She slashed her arm open with a knife.

Blood dripped down his arm, and an unusual aura carried on the wind across the battlefield.

"Wait, this aura..."

"This girl has a naturally divine body; she's destined for immortality. The rumors are true!"

"Catch her!"

Crimson blood dripped onto the stone and flowed down that pale arm, a horrifying sight.

The crowd swarmed in, but the spiritual energy flowing in the air suddenly exploded the next moment.

A white light engulfed everything, trees crumbled, and explosions blanketed the entire battlefield, turning everything into smoke and debris.

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The battle is over.

The gang alliance suffered heavy casualties and was unable to organize, so it had to retreat.

The explosion was a great success. Although the Mangrove Forest Gang was also affected, many people were only thrown away because of the distance.

Su Fengqing stood alone amidst the corpses, motionless.

Yang Pingsheng and the others gathered together, looking at Su Fengqing not far away, but none of them dared to step forward.

"Xiao Feng?" Liu Yin called out, but there was no response.

"She's been like this for half a day now, is she alright?" Murong Xu asked worriedly.

Jiang Mochang watched silently as he stepped forward.

Yang Pingsheng grabbed her arm.

“Say what you know, there’s no need to stop me,” Jiang Mochang said coldly.

Yang Pingsheng frowned slightly and said, "Mo Chang, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the spiritual energy in the air began to burn like boiling water.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual pressure on Su Fengqing's body slowly increased, and soon reached the level of a half-step Earth Immortal.

"Something's not right!" Sikong Xuan rushed over immediately.

But before he could get closer, Su Feng turned his head and lightly slapped him away.

Only then did everyone notice that Su Fengqing's eyes had rolled back, and he had clearly lost consciousness.

"Su Fengqing!" The crowd exclaimed in shock and anger.

Sikong Xuan, who had been knocked away, landed safely with a mid-air spin. He then looked at Su Fengqing with a serious expression and said, "Su Fengqing, wake up! Don't let it control you!"

Jiang Mochang shook off Yang Pingsheng's hand and took out a suppression talisman.

Liu Yin looked at him worriedly: "Xiao Feng."

The air was thick with tension.

But at the very last moment, the boiling spiritual pressure gradually subsided, and Su Fengqing's eyes returned to normal as he looked around blankly.

The next moment, she fell forward.

Sikong Xuan rushed forward and caught her, but Su Fengqing had already lost consciousness.

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A naturally gifted immortal body.

It means that someone is born with a certain talent that allows them to become an immortal.

In most cases, being born with a celestial body is an advantage. As long as one awakens, one can become a celestial being and come into contact with spiritual energy. Who wouldn't be happy about that?

However, there are always exceptions.

For example, Su Fengqing.

For example, Yang Pingsheng.

Chapter 523 The Torrent of Fate

The boy had never encountered anything unpleasant since birth.

Everything was going smoothly, and he could clearly feel God's favor towards him.

However, the boy's family ties were somehow weak; his father died in a gang conspiracy, and his mother died shortly after giving birth to him.

The only connection between him and his parents was the name they gave him—Yan Yong.

In this world, everyone wants to seize the opportunity to become an immortal and rise above others, but his parents hope that he will become an ordinary person.

However, as the protagonist, he was destined to be no ordinary person.

After surviving several near-death experiences, he understood.

God favors people like him.

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He was dreaming.

The first time I had a dream, I dreamt that he was in a place, talking to a man about something.

"Throughout their lives, immortals possess unparalleled authority, but in the end, their power is bestowed by the Heavenly Dao."

"The Way of Heaven is an inanimate thing; as long as you figure out its rules, everyone can get a share of the pie."

"If that's the case, why don't we change these laws? If the Way of Heaven has self-awareness, it certainly won't allow others to encroach on its power."

In the dream, he was speaking passionately, but the man just shook his head.

The man said, "Yan Yong, this is not something you should be thinking about."

The man exuded aloofness, accompanied by a deep-seated arrogance.

Yan Yong thought in his dream, "What right do you have to say that?"

Then, he saw a touch of green that permeated his dream.

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He had another dream today, dreaming of blood flowers drifting on the Flying Immortal Platform.

He dreamt that he survived under the protection of a ray of light, but most of his followers in the dream were killed or wounded, leaving only him to eke out a living.

He sensed the immortals' disdain for him and heard the whispers of the wind.

He saw the green figure whisper to him: