The improved female villains regained their memories.

Presumably detecting the intruder entering the core, the pillar mobilized the power of the Taixu Origin, transforming into a gigantic demigod beast that lunged at Jiang Mochang.

This battle was extremely arduous, and Jiang Mo used every means at his disposal to barely win.

With their last resort broken, the ancestors of the White World awoke one after another.

Under the pillar.

An old ancestor stood beside Jiang Mochang and laughed at her, "You little brat, you are really amazing. At such a young age, you have transcended the Three Realms and achieved this level all by yourself. Even if someone supports you, to be able to endure so many reincarnations and guard the empty and lonely Taixu, hehehe, you are more amazing than us old guys."

Jiang Mochang glanced at him and said, "Hmph, old man, don't say I'm bullying you. My target has always been the same. I don't want to disrupt your Guardian Heaven Sect's arrangements. As long as you're willing to give up the core and let my world settle in, I can leave you a place. Otherwise, don't blame me. Anyway, I'm not from the main world. I have no qualms about killing you."

The old ancestor looked at Jiang Mochang and sighed helplessly: "If you are willing, young friend, please come in. We are just mental beings, and we are not as powerful as you."

He turned slightly to the side, gesturing for him to enter.

Jiang Mochang snorted coldly and stepped into the pillar.

Of course, she was also afraid that the old man had set up some kind of scheme, so before entering, she covered her body with talismans and left her essence in the pink world. If things went wrong, she would abandon this figure and reincarnate and reshape herself in the pink world.

The pink figure entered the pillar and soon saw another world. Inside the pillar was another white world, with layers of white clouds spread out, each layer engraved with people's names.

At the very top of the white clouds stand several statues, none other than the various sages from human history.

The moment Jiang Mochang stepped in, those names all transformed into white figures. Except for the statue on the top floor, which remained still, the other white clouds were instantly filled with white figures.

These people were all quite capable, and they were all keeping a close eye on Jiang Mochang, this uninvited guest.

Jiang Mochang felt the pressure increase, but he still just laughed and said to one of the elders later, "Your Guardian Heaven Sect is truly profound. Even at this level, you still have so many heroes hidden away. In order to control the Heavenly Dao, suppress the Taixu Origin, and hide the Underworld, you really will stop at nothing."

The ancestor smiled and shook his head: "Young friend, you are mistaken. Heaven and earth give birth to life and death, this is the way of nature. Although our human race is ambitious, how could we not know this principle?"

Jiang Mo raised an eyebrow: "What? Are you going to use 'this was all done by later generations' as your excuse? Controlling the Heavenly Dao, dispelling the will of Heaven, dividing protagonists into villains—aren't these all the work of your Heavenly Guardian Sect?"

The old ancestor said calmly, "Young friend, many times, when a person dies, their thoughts vanish, their soul dissipates, leaving only a shell. Look at those, no matter how sage they were, in the end, didn't they all become clay sculptures?"

He only said one sentence: "Parents work hard in farming, yet their children do not know the hardship of farming."

Jiang Mochang was stunned. She looked at the ancestor and then looked up at the statues.

Those statues stood tall and imposing, each one exuding an aura of grandeur. Though they were nothing special, they instilled immense psychological pressure in the viewer.

She suddenly grinned and said, "Hey, old man, you've really covered your tracks cleanly."

She looked around and said loudly, "If I wipe out all the figures here, will these things, as you say, remain unmoved like clay sculptures?"

The white-clad figures were all tempted, clearly displeased by Jiang Mochang's words, but because the patriarch was there, none of them dared to speak.

The old ancestor chuckled and said, "Even if you smash the clay sculpture, there's nothing I can do, because I am just a remnant of the original body."

Jiang Mochang laughed heartily and immediately took action.

Her madness was ingrained in her bones. She had no respect for the ancient sages of the human race, nor did she care about the oppressive aura emanating from these white figures. She simply fought and killed them.

The pillar hummed, and the remaining white figures stood there, but no one dared to move.

boom--

With a final roar, the pillar fell silent.

The white-clad figures exchanged glances, and soon Jiang Mochang emerged.

"hehe."

She gave a cold laugh, her voice filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

"What a fine Guardian Heaven Sect! What a fine human sage!" Her eyes blazed with anger as she looked at the ancestor who had followed her out. "You are all truly remarkable."

The old ancestor didn't speak, but simply cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"A bunch of shameless old bastards, scheming against a junior like me." She said, glancing at the remaining white figures. "Truly, they're old but not dead, they're thieves!"

She launched a fierce attack, continuing to annihilate the white figures outside. Those figures outside were unlike the ones inside the pillar; they were no match for Jiang Mochang.

The old ancestor sighed deeply, did nothing, and just stood there.

Pink streaks swept by, screams erupted, and white figures vanished one by one.

If this were reality, it would probably be a river of blood by now.

Jiang Mochang's pink form was so terrifying that wherever he went, the white figures were unable to resist and were all refined.

She also brought her talent for creating runes from the void to its fullest potential, making her an unrivaled force in this world.

After a fierce battle, most of the world, except for the white area around the pillar, was dyed pink.

A pink ocean, yet how could it not know the boundless sea of ​​blood?

Jiang Mochang, in his pink form, stood there, looking up at the sky with a joyful expression.

The frustration in her heart dissipated considerably, and as she looked at the flowing pink energy above, she began to rethink her actions.

After a long while, she slowly turned around and said to the old ancestor, "Old man, among the clay sculptures I saw, why didn't I see any earlier human ancestors, such as the Yellow Emperor?"

"That's a good question," the ancestor said after a long silence. "Even to me, the Yellow Emperor is a very distant figure. I don't know what people were like back then."

If the Yellow Emperor was like this, then the even earlier Fuxi is only a legend.

Jiang Mochang looked at the old ancestor and said, "You really absolve yourself of all responsibility. You said you didn't know anything early on, and you didn't know anything lately. Now that you're sitting there like a clay statue, do you really know nothing?"

The old ancestor smiled calmly: "If you could know the past and the future, why would you only make a clay sculpture?"

Jiang Mochang, however, did not believe it.

The history of the main world is very long. In earlier times, killing moves were not called killing moves, but people back then certainly had other methods. It's hard to say who was more foolish and who was more clever between ancient and modern times.

Every era has its own unique brilliance.

The patriarch could tell that Jiang Mochang didn't believe him, so he added, "Whether it's the Heavenly Guardian Sect or the human race, many things have changed since then, but some fundamental things remain unchanged. And those fundamental things, even I can't know them, and even if I did, I couldn't explain them."

Jiang Mochang looked at him coldly.

He met the gazes with composure, neither flinching nor avoiding them.

Both sides were figures, their expressions and thoughts unreadable.

Finally, Jiang Mochang let out a sigh of relief: "You're right."

She suddenly waved her hand, and a world instantly appeared with the image of the Guardian Heaven Sect.

The image showed a location within the Guardian Heaven Sect, surrounded by numerous halls. A little further on was the famous Righteous Path Hall.

Jiang Mochang said, "I don't care what the secrets were back then, nor do I care what deals you made with those divine beasts. I just want to do my own thing."

She glanced sideways at the old patriarch: "Then it's alright if I leave some tricks behind in the Heavenly Guardian Sect, right?"

She looked like she was asking a question, but she didn't actually mean to ask one at all.

The old ancestor gave a bitter smile and remained silent.

Jiang Mochang smiled slightly, but when he looked at the image of the Guardian Heaven Sect, a hint of madness reappeared on his face.

“Your game with the divine beasts is very interesting. Ye Buxin is involved, and I want to join in too,” she said.

The ancestor remained silent.

The girl in front of him already knew all the secrets of that year. He was only his will; his physical body's various arrangements were not here. Whether Jiang Mochang wanted to participate or not, there was nothing he could do.

Now, all the ancestors are pretending to be asleep, but their arrangements and consciousness are not here. This ancestor originally intended to tell the truth and make Jiang Mochang back down.

But he never expected that the villain's obsession would surpass everything, and even at this critical juncture, Jiang Mochang was unwilling to give up.

He could only advise her again: "Girl, you came here to be human, and your real opponents are not them. There is no need for you to join."

Jiang Mochang shook his head and laughed, "I'm not from the main world. I can't understand the Heavenly Dao, the Human Dao, the Divine Beasts, or the arrangements of you old fogies. But no matter what, I'm going to join."

Why?

"Because Ye Buxin joined, and what she wanted to do was what Yang Pingsheng wanted to do."

She looked at the old man and said, "Old man, I want to join."

"..." The ancestor remained silent for a long time, and finally could only sigh.

"Since that's the case, then forget it."

The ancestor's figure drifted away.

Before disappearing, his last words to Jiang Mochang were: "It's easy to get into the game, but hard to get out. Think about it again, young friend."

Since then, the white world has disappeared.

The pink world has taken everything, including the pillars and the primordial land of Taixu.

After that, she learned many secrets of the Heavenly Guardian Sect and extracted a trace of the Heavenly Dao's origin from the remnants of the white world.

She made some kind of arrangement, then transformed the energy that triggered it into talismans, and quietly waited for the moment to break the deadlock.

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第九世界

"Oh?"

Ye Buxin stopped walking on the pebbly path.

She sensed something, lingered there for a moment, and then inexplicably laughed.

"Hehe, this is going to be interesting."

Jiang Mochang wasn't the only one talking to that old ancestor.

Even before that, Ye Buxin had already been there.

When she entered the white world, the ancestor appeared directly, and the two of them went into the pillar for a visit. Afterwards, the ancestor repeated those words and advised Ye Buxin to leave.

Ye Buxin didn't say anything at the time, she just listened silently, and after listening, she didn't give a reply, but left directly.

But from then on, the underworld had one more chess player named Ye Buxin.

Memories of that year flashed by quickly. Ye Buxin simply smiled, uttered a sigh, and continued on her way home.

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The pink light stirred something hidden within the Heavenly Guardian Sect.

hum-

The primordial aura of the Heavenly Dao emerged, and then transformed into five linked mountains of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, which were the Five Elements Mountains.