The improved female villains regained their memories.

Each immortal artifact has different abilities depending on the soul it represents, and the abilities of an immortal artifact can also reveal a person's true nature.

Yang Pingsheng's immortal artifact remained undamaged despite enduring so many attacks. Regardless of his true nature, his soul strength alone was exceptionally high.

"Depleting his spiritual energy won't work, let this old woman try instead." The Weaver Girl suddenly spoke, and with a light touch of her finger in Yang Pingsheng's direction, a sky full of white nets appeared above him.

The white net incorporated the traces of the Great Dao and the origin of the Heavenly Dao, and even the chaotic energy could not extinguish it for a moment. Its range was also extremely large. Yang Pingsheng was located in the very center, and no matter how fast he was, he could not escape when the white net descended.

The ultimate move of immortals—the all-encompassing net of heaven.

"Yang Pingsheng, you still won't give up!?" Zhiyuan once again conjured a starry sky curtain and rushed over along the white net. The white net instantly turned into a star net, constantly launching meteors as it descended.

As meteors rained down, Yang Pingsheng had to dodge repeatedly, which slowed him down and made it even harder for him to escape.

But he dared not stop, for behind him was Gu Ziang, who was accelerating continuously, followed by Mu Xiaobai, and behind Mu Xiaobai were a group of powerful members of the Heroes Alliance.

"Rebels, stop!"

"Yang Pingsheng, you've become the villain, do you still think you can escape?"

"With no way to heaven and no way to earth, why not give up?"

"You're destined to be trapped today, so give up now."

The sounds were chaotic and incessant, but the sound of Xiaoyu in her heart never stopped after shattering the sword soul's heart.

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"Stop, Pingsheng, they won't kill you."

[All a person wants in this life is a peaceful one. You said yourself that you want peace of mind. Now, because of you, that child has died in battle. Can you really be at peace now?]

Your current insistence is so strong that you probably don't even know what you're insisting on.

"Ping Sheng, really stop. Ye Buxin has become the Heavenly Dao. Don't you know what the consequences of rebelling against the Heavenly Dao will be?"

"Stop being stubborn, come back. I'll speak to the Heavenly Dao and ask her to revive that child. That's the Heavenly Dao; she can make anything happen."

[My life, little fish, you're really cold. Come back.]

The voice no longer called itself "Little Rain," but instead became "Little Fish."

Qi Feng looked up at Yang Pingsheng with concern, seeing his eyes filled with fragments of emotion, swallowed by a distorted vortex.

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Yang Pingsheng sensed something and locked eyes with Qi Feng. The two stared at each other under the dazzling star network and amidst the relentless attacks, Qi Feng heard Yang Pingsheng's deep voice: "You said your name is... Qi Feng, right? Can I ask you a few questions?"

Qi Feng was taken aback. At a time when life and death were at stake, he shouldn't have had the leisure to ask questions, but Qi Feng still nodded: "Okay, meow."

Because it saw those dark eyes, as deep as the sea, on the verge of shattering, it thought, "The sword soul is broken, Yang Luo died in battle, and the woman the system gave him was his deepest obsession. After all that, Yang Pingsheng has probably already reached his limit."

If its answer makes him feel better now, he doesn't mind.

"The first question..." Yang Pingsheng's voice sounded muffled and weak amidst the noise, "How did we meet, and why were you willing to go to such lengths for me?"

This question stunned Qi Feng. He thought of the Eighth World, and the red forest in the endless cycle of reincarnation, which seemed to be ablaze with fire, as dazzling as light.

"How we met is a long story, meow." Its voice had become a little hoarse. "As for why I was willing to go to such lengths for you..."

We've already died, so what's this little bit of trouble?

Qi Feng looked up and said, "Because I don't want to see you become like this, meow, I don't want the story to end like this, meow..."

Having witnessed so much, to end up like this, even as a spectator, Qi Feng couldn't accept it.

After Qi Feng finished speaking, he looked at Yang Pingsheng. He could see clearly that there were tears in those deep, abyss-like eyes, shimmering as if looking up at the stars falling from the sky again.

"...The second question." A meteor streaked down, followed by a barrage of deadly attacks. Yang Pingsheng dodged the former and withstood the latter. Only after he had done all this did he speak in a hoarse voice: "What kind of person do you know me to be?"

These words brought tears to Qi Feng's eyes.

"I know you, meow..."

It sniffed, whether it was sighing or questioning its own heart, it was hard to tell.

"Yang Pingsheng, whom I know..."

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It probably never imagined that, over the course of time, it would become so familiar with a human. It once despised its own talent, despised its supernatural abilities as a demon beast as being so useless and weak, but it was precisely because of its talent that it came to know Yang Pingsheng.

The scene it remembered most vividly was Yang Pingsheng sitting on the hillside, with a forest of red leaves below. When the wind blew, the red leaves swayed, like fire swaying in the wind. It nestled in Yang Pingsheng's arms and could see his pensive face when it looked up—a face that was usually expressionless, only occasionally showing a smile when it saw Jiang Mochang.

"Going back in time to pick up girls? This guy's got a screw loose," Qi Feng thought.

It didn't want to see Yang Pingsheng and Jiang Mochang together. Why should it be the one suffering while the two of them benefited?

But later, seeing that Yang Pingsheng didn't go to find Jiang Mochang, it got anxious again.

In those desperate searches for the cycle called love, it didn't find Yang Pingsheng in the red maple forest, but on the beach. It saw him sitting on a rock, the setting sun in the distance falling into his eyes, dim and carrying the last light.

That was so unlike him, at least unlike the him from the previous reincarnation. Qi Feng stared blankly, wondering if this man could also have moments of collapse.

It thought he was invincible, but it never expected that a question about love could stump him.

He saw it, patted the spot next to him, and gestured for it to come over.

The two chatted like old friends. Qi Feng complained that his recent backflows had made it hard for the system to find him. Yang Pingsheng listened patiently and occasionally gave Qi Feng a smile.

"So when do you plan to go back?" Qi Feng asked.

“I also want to rest and sort out my thoughts,” he replied.

"Is the enemy you're facing really that terrifying that it forces you to resort to this method?" it muttered, scratching its head.

This question stunned Yang Pingsheng. He watched as the last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the sea, the afterglow vanished, and the entire sky was left with only the purest darkness.

"Her? I wouldn't say she's terrifying. A long, long time ago, she was my confidante." Yang Pingsheng looked down at it, and as the setting sun disappeared, the light in his eyes vanished, leaving only darkness.

"What does 'confidant' mean? Is it a friend?" Qi Feng from the Eighth World didn't understand the meaning of this word, especially since he was just a cat demon.

"I guess so, but it's closer than friends. Some people say that the bond between soulmates is better than anything else, even surpassing kinship and romantic love." He looked at Qi Feng with his eyes, which were swallowed by darkness, and said, "I was once incredibly grateful to have such a relationship."

"Ah... how did you become enemies?" Qi Feng asked, tilting his head. "You even fought in this world. Does she hate you that much?"

Yang Pingsheng fell silent. The darkness, devoid of light, not only consumed his eyes but also his body.

Qi Feng suddenly sensed the emotions of the man before him. It was an extremely complex emotion, an indescribable emotion, an emotion that had been embedded in the man's soul and etched into his bones and flesh.

"Yes, she hates me."

That kind of emotion wove a white cocoon around the man, making it impossible for Qi Feng to see clearly.

“And I hate myself.” It heard Yang Pingsheng say, “If I had killed her sooner, none of this would have happened.”

Qi Feng shuddered and asked, "If you have such feelings, why do you become mortal enemies and kill each other... You humans are so complicated."

In the darkness, Yang Pingsheng smiled.

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Hate? Or love?

She resembles Ye Buxin, Jiang Mochang, and seven female villains.

他 说:

"If we don't do this, how can we prove our feelings for each other?"

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"The Yang Pingsheng I know has very complex emotions, but at the same time he is very determined. Whatever he wants to do, he will resolutely go on to do it."

A barrage of meteors rained down. Yang Pingsheng instinctively shielded Qi Feng with his hands, dodging and weaving like a bird. His experience with mecha from his previous life made him adept at controlling this fast-flying magical artifact, allowing him to evade Zhiyuan's attacks in a cunning manner.

The hand was removed, and the light returned. The wind howled incessantly in Qi Feng's ears, but he did not feel nervous.

In that instant, it felt as if they had returned to the Eighth World, amidst the turbulent currents, with only the two of them and their cat.

"One last question..."

It heard Yang Pingsheng's voice trembling.

Should I continue?

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In the darkness, it heard the roar of the sea, the sound of the wind, and Yang Pingsheng's resolute yet bewildered voice.

"What's the point of someone like me understanding love?"

It saw darkness engulfing everything, leaving only a human-shaped outline.

"Small love, great love, love for the individual, love for the world, love for all humanity—I once thought I understood all of this, but now it seems I am still far from it."

"Qi Feng, tell me, is my love for Jiang Mochang meaningful?"

"Is there any point in me persisting?"

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"You have to hang in there, meow!"

The roar in the sky continued, and Qi Feng said loudly to Yang Pingsheng, "I don't know if the path you've chosen is right or wrong, but I just feel that it would be such a pity if you didn't persevere!"

"You've already embarked on this path, how can you regret it, meow!"

Once you've embarked on this path, there's no going back.

Whether it's for greater love, personal love, ideals, or personal desires, there's no room for regret.

He resembles Fusu, Li Zhujun, Zhou Jinyu, Wang Jingxing, Qi Pengju, and Nangong Qingyang.

It resembles... Ye Buxin.

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"I see."

Yang Pingsheng looked up.

The Heavenly Net descended, True Immortals gathered, Heaven's Will dissipated, and even the Sword Soul Heart shattered.

Transforming into a villain did not bring any advantages. On the contrary, the villain's obsession allowed the other party to take advantage of this, constantly affecting his empty heart.

There's nowhere to hide, whether in the sky or on the ground.

The spiritual veins were damaged, the spiritual sea was in turmoil, and the newly conceived spiritual root was severely damaged due to the shattering of the sword soul heart.