The improved female villains regained their memories.

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Why must people be defined? Why must we distinguish between good and evil?

Why do I have to take this path?

Why should I die just because you tell me to?

Why can't I do that?

My heart is pounding, and the weight of that pounding is threatening to crush me.

The sound resounded through the sky like thunder, heralding the prelude to a tale of resentment.

Is it righteous? Or demonic?

Humans!

Chapter 583 Things That Must Be Done

Surrounded by green mountains.

The flock of birds flapped their wings and flew towards the high school.

Xiao Song Panning sat on the ground, looking at the birds in the sky with an envious expression.

"Ning'er".

A voice called from behind. Song Panning turned around and saw her father, Song Xingtian.

She immediately turned her head away, puffed out her cheeks, and ignored him.

Song Xingtian smiled helplessly and sat down next to her.

She said defiantly, "Father, don't you have important matters to attend to? Why are you bothering me?"

Song Xingtian's smile became even more helpless. He didn't answer directly, but changed the subject: "Did you quarrel with your mother again?"

After being successfully transferred, Song Panning immediately said with dissatisfaction, "Father, I don't like practicing dance."

For Song Panning, practicing dance was not just a difficult problem, she was completely resistant to it.

Song Xingtian stopped smiling and remained silent.

Song Panning sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so she remained silent.

After a long pause, Song Xingcai finally spoke: "Ning'er, some things are not something you can do, but something you must do."

The competition for the goddess is governed by the rules of the mountain city. As beneficiaries of the temple, the Song family cannot and has no way to back down.

As the daughter of Song Xingtian, the current head of the Song family, she is obligated to participate in the Goddess election.

Song Panning always felt that her mother wanted her to participate in the goddess election, and she didn't understand why her father was also forcing her to participate.

The answer is actually quite simple: because she is his daughter.

Regardless of winning or losing, you must participate.

As time passed, Song Panning grew up. Soon, the temple organized this new generation of temple disciples to visit the relics of their ancestors.

Song Panning stood in the crowd, looking at the flags hanging on the wall.

"Song Qihao, the ancestor of the Song family, was one of the thirty-six people. He was the planner and builder of our entire mountain city. When we moved there, we encountered a cold wind and rain. He carried this flag and walked in front to clear the way for everyone. Later, after we settled in the mountain city, he chose this flag as his keepsake."

He said that he used this flag to guide people back then, and he hoped that when future generations are lost, this flag can also guide them in the right direction.

What is the right direction?

Xiao Song Panning stood in the crowd, blinking in confusion.

She simply felt that compared to the halberds, shields, medals, and other relics left behind by other families, the flag was far too ordinary.

It represents neither the achievements of our ancestors nor the honors they received.

Just...direction?

She didn't understand.

Time passed again, and the last time was the night the father and daughter talked.

After telling the true story of his ancestor, Song Xingtian breathed a long sigh of relief.

He's been holding it in for too long.

No one expected that Song Qihao would break down the matter of Qingtian. The story of Qingtian was passed down from generation to generation, while the formations and layouts were hidden in various places in the mountain city.

Song Panning was deeply shocked after hearing this and remained speechless for a long time.

After a long pause, she finally said, "I never imagined that my ancestor was such a person."

“He had no choice.” Song Xingtian sighed. “Back then, demonic beasts roamed freely, so the mainstream cultivation method was to become companions with demonic beasts. Your ancestor was deeply influenced by this. Later, many schools of thought emerged, and spiritual energy cultivation became the orthodox path. This path became less popular. In addition, your ancestor’s companions were related to villains, which made his situation even worse.”

"In short, he simply doesn't like formations."

"But he had no choice. Even if he married a woman he didn't love, as long as he didn't have the power, he could never do what he wanted. And at that time, he lacked resources and talent, so he could only follow the path of formations."

"It's not about what he can do, it's about what he has to do!"

"As long as he still harbors resentment and unfulfilled ambitions, he must do this!"

Inside the room, the array set up by Song Xingtian slowly activated, emitting a faint glow.

Song Panning spoke softly, "And what about you, Father?"

"Me... " Song Xingtian smiled, "Your father is just like me, I really like formations.

“I remember when I was young, I would save up the pocket money your grandfather gave me little by little to buy books and toys related to array formations. When I got a little older and could absorb spiritual energy, I couldn’t wait to try building basic spirit arrays, working day and night without even having time to eat. At that time, I thought to myself, it’s so great that I can do what I love.”

Song Panning asked, "And now?"

“It’s not possible now,” Song Xingtian said. “The Song family needs a new representative. At that time, the position of High Priest was vacant. The position of High Priest has high requirements for weapon crafting and pill making, and even requires memorizing a lot of sacrificial knowledge. Your grandfather forced me to take this path. Now I have been the High Priest for many years. Although I know how to form formations, I can’t say that I am proficient.”

Song Xingtian then pointed to the word "persistence": "So, Ning'er, that's why I'm giving you the word 'persistence.' Formations are something you like, so go ahead and do it, and keep doing it persistently."

"Go and become the best version of yourself; that's what you have to do from now on."

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The Cloud Dream Array.

Song Panning was severely injured and in a state of confusion, but fortunately, the trigger-based defensive array that surrounded her saved her life.

"Father......"

She gritted her teeth, trying to stay sober, and looked up at Dionysus.

Fresh blood was flowing from all seven orifices.

"Activate it! I must activate it! I have to activate it! This is my last resort! I must activate it!" Song Panning gripped the flag tightly, ignoring her shattered spiritual sea, and gritted her teeth to extract spiritual energy.

The silence on the battlefield lasted only a moment.

Don't forget, besides Song Panning, Dionysus is also active on the battlefield.

Although the desperate attack, Dionysus's Tomb, took a heavy toll on him, he was still a spellcaster and did not fall to the ground severely injured and unable to move like the others.

Most importantly, it's still the case that his truth has been revealed.

"Song Panning, die!"

He launched a deadly attack at Song Panning from afar.

Although the members of the Guardian Heaven Sect could only watch, their morale was undoubtedly boosted.

"God of Wine, senior! Charge!"

"Kill this demon!"

"Senior Dionysus, all our hopes rest on you!"

As Ling Tianxin watched the video, her heart leaped into her throat: "Uncle Wine God..."

"Don't fucking stand there like an idiot, run!" Xu Anlu, the only one who could mobilize spiritual energy, shouted telepathically.

boom!

The killing move explodes.

Song Panning only saw a white light before her eyes, and the next second, she collapsed into a pool of blood.

"Success!"

"The demon is dead!"

"Something's not right, look at her!"

A suit of armor appeared out of thin air on Song Panning's body.

The armor made no sense whatsoever; no one could see how it appeared. All they knew was that it was already on Song Panning's body when the white light disappeared.

Both my spiritual energy and my body are rapidly recovering.

Yang Pingsheng, who was circulating his sword soul in the lower realm, was covered in blood and wounds, as if he were bathing in a pool of blood.

Su Murong, sitting in the main seat next to him, teased, "Doctor, is he dead yet?"

"Alive."

"Pills are plentiful!"

She tossed out a bottle of elixir.

Yang Pingsheng caught it with one hand and popped one into his mouth.

A warm sensation flowed through his limbs, repairing his internal wounds. Yang Pingsheng chuckled and said, "Xiao Rong, rush up and show them."

"Okay!"

Su Murong's eyes gleamed, and the Popularity Pill was operating wildly, mobilizing the popularity of everyone in the world.

The enormous black figure grew larger and larger, and countless bizarre heads were crushed by the air currents before they could even get close.

"Charge! Charge!"