The improved female villains regained their memories.

"The death point has arrived!"

The green figure murmured to herself as she looked up at the illusion of Taixu, where no shooting stars streaked across the sky.

Time keeps moving forward; it doesn't flow backward.

This means that Yang Pingsheng is really dead.

"Hehehehe..."

The green figure let out a series of low, murmured laughs, filled with deep and complex emotions, which dissipated into the Great Ruins and quickly vanished into nothingness.

Taixu is devoid of emotion.

"Are you really dead? My confidant, my friend."

She stroked the stripes that had suddenly appeared on the stone table and murmured, "Is your fate really completely in my hands? It's unbelievable, like a dream."

She was in Taixu, and Taixu does not dream.

What I had hoped for and longed for was now firmly in my grasp, so real that it felt unreal.

"We must not be careless, we must not be careless."

She kept telling herself that.

“You and I are both people who control the Hidden Places, aren’t we? Just like back then, when I faked my death to escape, you also thought I was dead, which is why I forced you into that desperate situation.”

"If I were like you were back then, would I be driven into a corner by you in the future, just like you were then?"

She said this, but the fate of Yang Pingsheng was indeed on the stone table, making her unable to suppress the turmoil in her heart.

Am I the winner?

She swayed slightly, a sudden loneliness enveloping her, as if she had reached the very top of a mountain, with no one else around.

Without Yang Pingsheng, the entire Taixu would be seized by her, and the essence of the ascension of the sages of all ages would belong to her.

"In this way, we don't need to cultivate the seeds anymore."

If Yang Pingsheng really stops here, then all her extra actions will be unnecessary.

She will become the only one who controls the Hidden Places, and no one can defy her. The fate of all people in the world will be in her hands.

But before that, she had to make sure that Yang Pingsheng was really gone, and that he hadn't left any trace of his past.

Those who possess the art of concealment must not be taken lightly, because you never know if their failure is part of the concealment itself.

“Fate is indeed in my hands, and people do die. Even if they are reincarnated, the situation in the next life will still be under my control.” The green figure pondered quietly, “It seems that the arrangement is not in the reincarnation aspect.”

He gave everything away almost without reservation, letting the green figure do as it pleased.

A chaotic current swept across the land, leaving the gray earth deathly silent. A small patch of green stood out, like blades of grass stubbornly surviving in the wasteland.

"My whole life..." she murmured, stroking the stone table, the corners of her mouth curving upwards, a smile that seemed to be both a cry and a laugh.

When she died, was Yang Pingsheng feeling the same way she is now?

“I won’t be as careless as you. In my life, even if you have already admitted defeat, I will not give you a chance to turn things around.”

Fingers imbued with a green, ethereal aura rubbed the marks repeatedly, and the green figure murmured, "I will prepare for you the best grave and the best funeral."

Her fingers suddenly stopped.

Just now, because everyone's attention was focused on Yang Pingsheng, the green figure overlooked the strangeness of the Fate Scheme.

One of her lifelines disappeared, slipping out of her control.

"Heh, I knew it. How could you accept this?"

All her emotions vanished instantly, replaced by a dangerous aura.

She looked up and saw a shooting star streak across the sky above Taixu.

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Eighth World

"Throughout my life..."

The small white flower rose in the wind and eventually transformed into a talisman, which landed on Jiang Mochang's palm. After tidying up everything at the grave, she wondered if she should tidy up a bit more.

But there's nothing much to fix now; everything will start over anyway.

"are you still there?"

Looking down at the fiery red leaves of the mangroves, she realized that the intense emotions she had imagined returning to this place were actually quite weak.

But she had stood here on the slope countless times, talking to the other person. More than a thousand memories, only she can retain them now.

"Mo Chang, I'm here."

The familiar voice rang out, the wind was strong, and it felt as if someone was holding her hand, but it quickly dissipated with the wind.

She saw dark clouds gathering on the horizon, thunder rumbling and booming.

The light in her palm quietly gathered; it was a hidden part of Yang Pingsheng's past that she had left behind. As long as she walked this path, that hidden part of Yang Pingsheng's past would be awakened.

"Mo Chang, do you really want to take this path?"

"Ah."

She nodded softly, as if Yang Pingsheng were still there and she were answering his question.

"I'm leaving."

Even if this road is full of thorns and has no light.

Even if its destination is a dark and hopeless abyss.

"Because I already made a promise with you."

Red talismans spread across her entire body. She looked at the horizon and smiled faintly. All her sadness and fear vanished, leaving only serenity.

"Please let the gods possess you."

The world is cracking apart inch by inch, from the sky to the earth, the broken pieces keep rising, and the nothingness gradually reveals its true face.

The wind in her ears disappeared, and her body was also disintegrating.

"My life."

She looked at the illusory figure in her mind and smiled faintly.

"Don't worry about me, there's nothing to be afraid of."

She wanted to tell him that she could do it, that she was worthy of his trust.

A single spark fell onto the barren grassland and gradually grew into a prairie fire.

"Look at me, my whole life."

A pitch-black void, time and space seemed to stand still, the world before his eyes was shattered like a picture, the abyss swallowed everything, as if he had dreamt of it in a dungeon. Jiang Mo reached out to grab, but only grasped some ethereal air currents.

The next moment, she stood on the scorched earth, looking alone into the boundless void.

A stream of chaotic energy rushed straight towards them.

The crimson talisman protected his body, but it was quickly swallowed up by the chaotic energy. Jiang Mochang retreated repeatedly, dodging the attack.

"This is Taixu. Just as Pingsheng said, that person will definitely target me."

Jiang Mo, ever observant, saw that, sure enough, three streams of chaotic energy happened to pass by.

She clutched the crucial red talisman tightly as she fled in a disheveled state.

The desolate Taixu was silent and seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Monsters in the void devoured everything, creating a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Jiang Mochang ran barefoot, steadied his soul, and saw what Yang Pingsheng had left him.

The remnants of an earth-yellow world.

It was on the distant horizon, right next to that patch of green, but its framework was destroyed, leaving only some yellowish-brown remnants.

The traces he left behind are being erased little by little.

She saw the remaining earthy yellow energy surging towards her like returning to her mother's embrace, constantly helping her resist the Great Void's devouring of her.

My heart is burning with passion, but I can't quite define what kind of emotion it is.

"Give me strength, for all my life."

The yellowish-brown remnants gathered together, suddenly expanded, and collided violently with the chaotic air currents that happened to pass by. The Taixu space trembled, as if it were crying.

"Get out here!"

Jiang Mochang roared angrily at the green world not far away.

"I know you're watching, get out here!"

"Ah, as you wish."

A beam of green energy suddenly fell from the sky and pierced through her body.

She knelt down with a thud and saw the green figure carrying many other figures slowly descending.

"So she's a crazy woman. Has Yang Pingsheng lost his mind? He actually pinned his hopes on you."

Crazy woman...

Perhaps, this version of myself could also be called crazy.

The intense pain tore at his soul, but Jiang Mochang's lips curled up slightly as he trembled and pointed in that direction.

"I've got it."

The green-clad figure's eyes sharpened: "Could it be that you...?"

"Please let the gods possess you."

Let's start over.

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pat.

Standing once again on the land of Taixu, Jiang Mochang did not hesitate, dodging the chaotic air currents that happened to pass by, and cast a talisman in a certain direction.

The orange talisman was blocked by a figure, and ripples appeared in the space there, revealing the figure.