The improved female villains regained their memories.

"I'm fine..." That joy disappeared, blending into the chaotic colors, and finally being suppressed by the darkness. "I'm just too tired. You know, the Guardian Heaven Sect is the number one sect in the world. I have to go there tomorrow, and I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Xiaoling, get some rest," Yi Changcun said as he bid farewell.

Ling Tiandu turned to look at him, and after confirming that he had nothing else to say, she walked out.

A sword flash ripped through the night sky, and the lights of Nine Heavens City faded into the distance, replaced by a deep darkness, like a giant black cloth shrouding everything. In the outskirts, desolation reigned, with only a few lonely stars dotting the deep night sky, like ghostly eyes peering into this wasteland.

Under the moonlight, the groves of trees seemed to be tinged with silver frost, their branches rustling in the breeze like whispering ghosts, telling untold stories. Occasionally, the cry of a night bird or two would break the silence, sending chills down one's spine.

In the distance, a towering mountain looms in the night, like a giant monster, silently lurking in the darkness, waiting for its prey to appear.

The sword shadow stopped in front of the mountain, revealing Ling Tiandu's figure. She looked coldly at the high mountain and casually drew a line with her finger.

The illusory image of the mountain disappeared, revealing the array formation in the area. She stepped into it and stood in front of the cave beside the cliff.

At the cave entrance, wild grass swayed in the moonlight, like ghostly dancers performing an eerie dance. The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and wild grass, yet mingled with a barely perceptible hint of decay, like the breath of death, sending a chill down one's spine.

Ling Tiandu stepped into the cave, and the torches on both sides of the cave lit up automatically the moment she stepped in.

Hey.

Hey.

She stopped in front of the prison door deep inside the cave.

Deep inside the prison cell, heavy chains bound a young girl. Her long hair, as black and thick as the night, cascaded over her shoulders like a shattered curtain of darkness, obscuring her pale face. Her clothes were tattered, like weathered stones, having lost their former luster, but they could not conceal her sculpted figure.

Seeing Ling Tiandu, she chuckled: "You're here. What new way are you planning to torture me this time?"

Ling Tiandu looked down at her and said coldly, "Eight years have passed, and you still refuse to speak?"

“Speak up? What do you want me to say?” The girl giggled. “It must have been hard for you, Ling Tiandu, to try and hide it from Yi Changcun’s spiritual sense and not let him notice anything amiss. You must have been suppressing yourself all this time. These past eight years must have been tough for you.”

"I still have the same question: who sent you, and what is your purpose in getting close to Yi Changcun?"

"Is Yi Changcun still looking for me? Hehehe, he's such a naive kid. Just a little bit of thought, plus a little bit of guilt, and he'll never forget me."

"Who sent you? What is your purpose in approaching Yi Changcun?"

"You knew you could stop me, but it was too late. At least for this round, I've become an unforgettable part of his past. Heh heh heh, conscience, what a beautiful conscience, what a pure conscience. It's just a pity he'll never see that kind of conscience again!"

"Who sent you? What is your purpose in approaching Yi Changcun?"

"The more sentimental you are, the more you are troubled by love. Hehehe, Ling Tiandu, you pathetic fellow, in the end, you are nothing more than my substitute—a flawed conscience."

bump!

Ling Tiandu teleported in and kicked the girl against the wall. Before the girl could cry out in pain, she teleported in again and broke her arm.

"Ah!" The girl curled up on the ground in pain, but she still smiled despite the pain.

“That’s right, that’s exactly it.” She laughed maniacally. “Even if you understand Yi Changcun’s spiritual senses, can fake all sorts of emotions, and can suppress yourself, you can never repair your conscience. As time goes by, as violence and power increase, your conscience will diminish more and more, and in the end, your conscience will be completely swallowed up by darkness!”

"And I am Yi Changcun's only, only conscience!"

Ling Tiandu frowned slightly as he looked at the girl's ferocious face and watched the broken arm gradually heal under the girl's unfamiliar power.

"Why are you still clinging to Yi Changcun?" Ling Tian asked jealously.

"Hehe..." Her body gradually recovered under that unfamiliar power, and the pain was relieved. The girl's expression gradually calmed down, leaving only a cold laugh. "Then what about you, Ling Tiandu? Why are you still clinging to Yi Changcun? The cycle of time doesn't know when it will stop. You can use the cycle to satisfy your ambition. You can ignore Yi Changcun! Why do you insist on clinging to him?"

Ling Tiandu remained silent.

“Because he is your irreplaceable hope!” the girl answered for her, laughing heartily. “He gave you hope in your despair. How could you possibly let go of someone like that?”

boom!

A powerful punch struck the girl's abdomen, creating a gaping hole.

The girl coughed up blood suddenly, in excruciating pain, but the next second, granulation tissue grew from the wound and began to heal.

"Come on, continue! If you have the guts, kill me!" the girl shouted at Ling Tiandu. "If you kill me, I'll be forever fixed in Yi Changcun's heart, hahahahaha! Also, let me tell you, in the next round, and the round after that, I will appear by Yi Changcun's side in different identities and at different times. As long as I am pure conscience, Yi Changcun will treat me as the only one and you as a substitute."

Torture me, kill me, make your conscience disappear completely, then you won't even be a substitute, hahahahaha!

"..."

Ling Tiandu showed no sign of anger, but her slightly trembling fists revealed that she was still not at peace.

She understood Yi Changcun, and she understood herself, so she knew the girl was right.

“...What exactly do you want?” Ling Tian asked jealously.

"Is that your way of admitting defeat?" The girl chuckled, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. "If you want to negotiate with me, this isn't enough."

What exactly do you want?

"Kneel down and beg me."

boom!

A terrifying pressure descended, and the girl's legs instantly turned into two piles of flesh. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted from the pain.

Ling Tiandu coldly watched the unconscious girl before disappearing in an instant.

She appeared outside the formation, standing atop a longsword, overlooking the heavens and earth.

The words the Demon King spoke in the previous round were still echoing in her ears.

"My talent..."

Her mind was in turmoil. The man in black robes, the girl named Xiaoyun, the strange cycle of time—these things were like a knot in a rope, impossible to untangle in her heart.

The villain and the protagonist were both exhausting for her, and she had thoughts of escaping. But the matter of Yi Changcun made it impossible for her to escape.

The forest at the foot of the mountain appeared even more secluded in the night. The gently flowing stream made a crisp sound in the darkness, like the song of a ghost, echoing in the silent valley and giving off an indescribable eeriness. The surface of the stream shimmered in the moonlight, like countless eyes peering at the world.

What exactly is she?

Who is really behind this?

What kind of life does she really want to live?

And also, conscience...

Her eyes widened suddenly, she clutched her heart, and gasped for breath.

She felt a sudden, inexplicable fear.

The girl was right. Any emotion can be faked, any mentality can be constructed, but conscience, a pure conscience, cannot be faked, at least not to Yi Changcun's intuition. Because the girl had two personalities, no matter how dirty and dark her first personality was, she could simply switch to her second personality when facing Yi Changcun.

But Ling Tian is jealous.

As time goes on and on, her mindset will only grow older and darker, and eventually, in some cycle, she will lose all conscience.

At that time, will Yi Changcun still approach her?

Yi Changcun, do you still dare to approach her?

The girl clutched her heart and looked into the darkness.

The darkness offered her no answers, but simply watched her silently.

Chapter 556 Shackles

The same Zhengdao Hall, the same ceremony.

The only difference is that Ling Tiandu is the only person who is different.

Moving forward in time, because of the memories of the previous round, Ling Tiandu will not be flustered this time.

She was just quiet, deep-seated, and kept many things to herself.

Under a cloudless sky, the sun made no attempt to conceal its brilliance; flashes of light, like shooting stars in broad daylight, appeared across the sky.

"Now we only have to deal with that heretical cultivator."

Ling Tiandu unleashed a wide-range sensory attack, muttering to himself.

Because of the foresight in this round, Ling Tiandu completed the task very quickly, and coupled with his prophetic style, he soon made a name for himself.

But she also encountered a problem: in the previous round, she happened to run into the evil cult committing a crime, which gave her the opportunity to capture and kill him.

She had no idea where the evil cultivators were hiding, so she could only search in advance based on the information she had obtained in the previous round.

"It should be in this area."

Ling Tiandu stood tall in the sky, looking down from above.

The wind howled in my ears, and the forest beneath my feet trembled in the wind. The mournful chirping of insects echoed through the air, and large swaths of shadow covered the area, connecting to the lonely mountain beside me.

"System, search again," Ling Tiandu said.

"Search complete. Location of the evil cultivator, Mad Demon, confirmed." The system responded in my mind.

With the immortal techniques and the system at the same time, once a direction is confirmed, basically no one can escape Ling Tiandu's grasp.

"This is the place." Ling Tiandu snorted coldly, casually raising his hand, and a rain of swords fell into the forest.

"burst."

She murmured to herself, her fist slightly clenched.

A series of explosions engulfed the forest, and a figure stumbled out of the fire and flew away into the distance.

Ling Tiandu waved his hand again, and the array he had prepared beforehand suppressed the man.

"Let me go, let me go!" Mad Demon cried out in terror.

Ling Tiandu was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and activated the formation to kill him.

"Heroine, spare me!" Mad Demon roared. "If you don't spare me, I'll make you pay the price!"

Ling Tiandu snorted coldly, and the array of ten thousand swords pierced his heart, shattering his spiritual energy. Soon, he turned Feng Wumo into a lump of flesh and blood.

"Hmph, scraps."

The formation dissipated, and she burned everything to ashes before turning and leaving.

"Heaven is jealous, heaven is jealous, you seem unhappy." On the way back, the system in my mind suddenly spoke.

Ling Tiandu was surprised that the system would take the initiative to talk to her, so she asked, "What's bothering you?"

"I checked your mental state, and you seem a bit depressed," the system asked. "What happened?"

"No."