The improved female villains regained their memories.

"You're not going anywhere!"

White light poured out from the illusory image of the wine jar.

The number of fist shadows increased from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. Qing Xuelan looked up in despair and saw countless fist shadows, accompanied by the aroma of wine, enveloping the two of them.

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Snow mountain

"You cowardly coward who only knows how to hide in the back, come out here!"

With the power of the Great Void, even if it's just in appearance, Jiufeng is enough to break free from the magical artifact's prison.

Led by her, the divine beasts charged through the palace.

To their dismay, they discovered that what lay outside was not a snow-capped mountain at all, but a complex maze.

The entire maze is surrounded by dense Primordial Void power. If they attempt to fly away from above, the set Primordial Void power will teleport them back to the starting point—the palace entrance.

That's why Jiufeng broke through her defenses.

Enraged, it transmitted its curses and unleashed a barrage of deadly attacks on the maze, but to no avail.

Zhiyuan had to speak up: "Calm down and conserve your Taixu power. Once you run out of Taixu power covering your body, you really won't be able to get out."

After calming down, Jiufeng was panting heavily. As a noble divine bird, it had never suffered such humiliation.

The killing intent in her eyes continued to spread, and Jiufeng asked coldly, "What method do you have?"

Zhiyuan said, "According to my instructions, once the coordinates are established, I will open a portal to bring you out."

"You actually possess such methods," Jiufeng questioned. "Then why didn't you use them sooner?"

Zhiyuan smiled wryly and said, "Establishing coordinates is very troublesome and easy to expose. Considering that you are in the enemy camp, I don't really want you to use this method."

Although Zhiyuan had walked that path like Li Chumo, he was ultimately just a mortal and could not use the power of the Great Void as freely as Li Chumo.

“There’s no use saying all this now,” Jiufeng said. “Tell me how to establish the coordinates, and I will do it. If there are any enemies interfering with me here…”

It glanced at the remaining three divine beasts.

These three are not good at offense, but when it comes to defense and healing, each of them is top-notch.

Following Zhiyuan's instructions, Jiufeng began to construct the coordinates, and flames surged in her eyes.

It is the noble Nine Phoenix, and should be on par with Yinglong. How could a mere magic weapon trap or kill it?

No matter what, it absolutely must survive!

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The World Formation.

With Su Murong's help, the formation operated much more smoothly; at least it was no longer Yang Pingsheng's clumsy method.

But the situation remained dangerous. Heads crashed down one after another, and Su Murong and Yang Pingsheng both suffered the backlash.

She was expressionless, just like Yang Pingsheng, but unlike him, she was spitting out blood while stuffing medicine into her mouth.

When she turned her head, she found Yang Pingsheng laughing again. Su Murong was a little embarrassed and angry. With her free hand, she picked up the pill and stuffed it into Yang Pingsheng's mouth.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh! You're about to die, so what are you laughing at? Give me some food."

Yang Pingsheng remained silent and swallowed the food.

Su Murong cursed angrily, "There are so few people we can mobilize! Damn it, without the blessing of national fortune, these mortals are like wilted eggplants!"

Everything in the sky and all around was rumbling, as if something was erupting from within, flowing through the limbs and bones into the core of the formation.

Yang Pingsheng spoke up, saying, "Mu Rong, you must live."

Press it into the center of the formation.

"Everyone has to live."

The sword spirit shines brightly.

Through Song Panning's formation, it was passed on to the people of the world.

Chapter 581 A Hymn to Humanity

The roaring floodwaters surged in.

The torrential rain poured down, destroying all the buildings along the way.

The floodwaters raged, their force overwhelming, and even the walls that had been built could not hold them back. They turned into mud and submerged people's heads.

In an area not yet submerged by the flood, a man wearing a shi (a type of traditional Chinese clothing) stood at his doorstep, with a woman following behind, looking at him with concern.

She asked, "Do I really have to go?"

The man nodded: "I will answer the call to fight the flood; I must go."

The woman sniffed: "When are you coming back?"

The man said, "I'll come back once the flood is cured."

He looked at the woman in front of him, and at the house behind her.

The floodwaters haven't reached them yet, but they're coming soon.

The man looked at the sky, which was ever-changing and unclear.

The woman touched her eyes: "Does Heaven really want us to die?"

The man said, "Heaven doesn't care."

The woman said, "So you really want to go? Have you forgotten what happened to your father? So many eyes are watching you. So many people can go, why does it have to be you?"

The man did not speak.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed in the sky, and dark clouds gathered.

The floods became increasingly severe, and a generation went to work on flood control, but never returned.

Now, it's their turn.

The man said, "There's no reason why, because I'm human too."

As human beings, we all want to live.

He patted his wife on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm off."

He turned around, took the only tools he had, and joined the large group working on flood control.

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In a certain tribe, a group of children were gathered around.

The eldest child said, "Heaven has abandoned us; those who went to control the floods will not return."

The children looked at each other, and one of them asked, "How did you know?"

The eldest child said, "My mother said so."

“Your mother is wrong!” one of the children stood up and retorted angrily, “My mother said that my father will come back.”

The eldest child looked at him and said, "Your father is not coming back."

"Your dad's the one who's never coming back!"

The two children got into a fight.

The others finally managed to pull them apart, but the oldest child was still cursing and swearing: "Tell the truth, I still don't believe it. Heaven has already abandoned us. The spiritual energy is almost gone, and no one can cultivate anymore. Controlling the flood is just courting death!"

The other child ignored all of this and kept saying, "My dad will come back. You're lying!"

The eldest child stormed off, cursing, while the other child ran home crying.

He rushed into his mother's arms, told her what had happened that day, and asked, "Mother, is Father really not coming back?"

His mother stroked his head: "Don't talk nonsense, your father will come back."

"But fate has abandoned us."

The child cried and said, "Heaven has abandoned us, how can Father come back?"

After a long silence, the mother slowly said, "If Heaven doesn't want us, then so be it."

The child's crying grew louder and louder.

Tick.

It started raining outside, drowning out the child's cries.

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The floods, which began during the reign of Emperor Yao, have evolved into the greatest disaster to this day.

With the spiritual energy cut off, there are no more Earth Immortals among the human race. Being able to cultivate a spiritual root is already the maximum limit that can be reached through cultivation.

However, the number of people who can cultivate spiritual roots is ultimately limited, and the decline of the human race is an indisputable fact.

A group of people gathered in a cave.

The flames crackled and popped, and after a long silence, the organizer spoke first: "Let's escape."

The others remained silent. Although they had some idea of ​​the organizer's purpose, they were still taken aback when the other party actually spoke.

The organizer continued, "Ignorant people don't understand, but we all follow Emperor Yao and naturally know the truth—this flood was caused by the Xiangliu clan. Heaven is impartial; seeing our human race's strength, it chose to support the Xiangliu clan to suppress us."

The organizer paused, picked up firewood, threw it into the fire, and continued, "Now that things have come to this, spiritual energy is waning, demonic energy is rampant, Shun has become a puppet, and there is still no news of Yu. The only way for us humans to survive is to seek refuge with the Xiangliu clan and let them take over the Guardian Heaven Sect."

He looked around at the people and asked, "Does anyone have any objections?"

No one spoke.

The damp air was oppressive, and everyone kept their heads down, staring at the burning flames.

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Heavy rain has been pouring down for ten consecutive days.

Bai Ze transformed into human form and stood atop the mountain.

Bixie landed beside it and also transformed into human form: "Recently, the four ferocious beasts have started to become restless."