The improved female villains regained their memories.

The immortal artifact was under immense pressure, bombarded by Gu Zi'ang's killing moves empowered by the Great Dao, leaving it covered in wounds.

For some unknown reason, the chaotic currents followed relentlessly.

Yang Pingsheng has no memory of his past, so there's no point in him persisting.

But he endured the pain, the emptiness and loneliness, and the villain's obsession.

He told Qi Feng, "I will persevere."

Chapter 673 One of them escaped!

“You don’t understand Yang Pingsheng at all. That guy won’t give up until the very last moment.” As Ye Buxin stepped into the Netherworld, her own voice suddenly rang in her heart.

She sensed something and stopped quietly.

Confidante, mortal enemy... they've already gone through this, but the one who understands him best in this world is still her.

Wen Shihan, Luo Benmo, Xu Anlu, Su Murong, Song Panning... Whether it's those female villains or Qi Feng, the one who truly understands him is still her.

Thinking about it this way, it's truly ironic. Even though her heart was filled with hatred, she still understood him so well, from body to soul.

Even when she was in control of Yang Pingsheng's fate, Ye Buxin was still not careless. In countless reincarnations, she personally went down to Yang Pingsheng and spent time with him, fearing that he would suddenly look up and say to her with his deep eyes, "Ye Buxin, you did a really good job."

He will definitely regain his memory, Ye Buxin was certain of that.

The Netherworld was filled with the aura of death, and death energy was everywhere. But Ye Buxin, who had become the Heavenly Dao, waved her hand gently, and the death energy receded completely. She stepped forward and went into the depths first.

She knew clearly that fate would converge there, and the paths they would take would intersect there. She was waiting for Yang Pingsheng to regain his memories, and then they would settle their score there.

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"The traitors still won't give up?"

“You have nowhere to escape. My Heavenly Net is enhanced with the Great Dao Mark and will continue to expand. Child, stop now.”

"With nowhere to go but to heaven and nowhere to go but to earth, Yang Pingsheng, where can you possibly escape to?"

The Heroes Alliance acted in unison. As Gu Ziang approached, the other members also drew closer, using various methods to try and capture him alive.

Zhiyuan controlled the starry sky curtain to continuously drop shooting stars, and shouted to Yang Pingsheng again: "Yang Pingsheng, if you don't give up, the cat in your arms will suffer the same fate as your daughter!"

Yang Pingsheng ignored him and showed no intention of responding.

Qi Feng sensed something, looked up and saw blood seeping from Yang Pingsheng's eyes, ears, nose and mouth. He exclaimed in panic, "Pingsheng, did you overuse your spiritual energy? Let me do it! If you continue like this, your spiritual root, spiritual sea, and spiritual veins will all be damaged. That would be too much damage, meow!!"

Spiritual root, spiritual sea, and spiritual veins are all important foundations for cultivators. Damage to any one of them will cause considerable harm, and damage to all three will result in a severe loss of vital energy.

That's still considered good. If all three shatter at the same time, the cultivator will no longer be able to control spiritual energy, and their physical vitality will be greatly depleted, making them no different from a cripple.

Yang Pingsheng had only managed to break through temporarily by relying on Wen Shihan's soul fragments and some of his talent. He had just broken through and hadn't stored up much spiritual energy when he was caught in a fierce battle. Furthermore, all three of his spiritual energy were damaged because his sword soul heart was shattered. Now, in order to escape, he was constantly pouring spiritual energy into his magic weapon, which put him at his limit.

"It's alright," Yang Pingsheng said calmly, not only without restraint, but also pouring more spiritual energy into the magic artifact.

The magic weapon's speed exploded repeatedly, even Gu Ziang couldn't keep up.

The wind howled even more fiercely, and Yang Pingsheng seemed to transform into a shooting star, his body hurtling forward at breakneck speed.

At this speed, even Zhiyuan can't hit him.

“The speed isn’t fast enough. I’ll pour all the spiritual energy into it. You stay inside and don’t come out,” he said to Qi Feng.

"But Pingsheng, your body really won't be able to keep going like this, meow!" Qi Feng said anxiously. "Even if you keep accelerating, we still won't be able to escape the Skynet's range, not to mention the chaotic energy is still spreading, meow!"

Yang Pingsheng ignored him and insisted on doing so.

The first thing to break was the spiritual vein. Due to the aftershocks of the shattered sword soul heart, coupled with the powerful influx of spiritual energy, the spiritual vein finally could not withstand the pressure and broke apart layer by layer.

Yang Pingsheng was covered in blood, which even seeped out of his armor at one point.

Next came the spiritual root. The shattering of the spiritual vein affected the spiritual root, and the earthy yellow spiritual root quickly turned black, as if it had died.

Finally, his spiritual sea dried up, his spiritual energy leaked out, and Yang Pingsheng's protective spiritual energy dissipated, turning him into a mortal.

"His spiritual root, spiritual sea, and spiritual veins are all destroyed; he's a cripple!" Zhiyuan transmitted his voice to the Heroes Alliance members. "If we destroy that magic artifact or deplete the spiritual energy within it, Yang Pingsheng will have no chance of recovery!"

Zhiyuan, attached to the Sky Net, could see most clearly that Yang Pingsheng was still able to fly quickly because of the last bit of spiritual energy poured into the magic artifact. Once the spiritual energy was exhausted, Yang Pingsheng would be at the mercy of others.

Without the blessing of spiritual energy, the magical artifact visibly slowed down.

"He has truly lost his spark!"

"Misfortune and fortune are intertwined. Wen Shihan gave him such a powerful talent for cultivating immortality, but he exploited that talent, causing himself to be damaged and turned into a mortal. What a pity."

"Without spiritual energy protecting him, he couldn't even withstand the pressure from us True Immortals."

Gu Zi'ang stepped forward: "I'll do it!"

He was about to use his power to force Yang Pingsheng to land, but then he froze.

His spiritual energy dissipated, turning him into a cripple. Logically, he shouldn't be able to use immortal artifacts, but Yang Pingsheng's armor was still on him.

Ignoring the overwhelming pressure and Gu Ziang's attacks, he remained firmly entrenched on the magical artifact.

"What the hell?!" Gu Zi'ang transmitted his voice to everyone, "This guy has clearly become a mortal, so why can he still use magical artifacts? What's wrong with his soul?!"

The Alliance of Heroes was completely baffled.

Qi Feng cried out, "Ping Sheng, you have no spiritual energy. Are you going to rely entirely on your soul to fight? Let me do it, meow."

Yang Pingsheng remained silent. The powerful wind nearly threw him off, and the attacks landed on his armor. Without protective spiritual energy, each blow was a throbbing pain in his soul.

He gritted his teeth in pain, and the sound of light rain could be heard from time to time, stirring his heartstrings.

Now, he truly became an ordinary person.

His spiritual sea dried up, his spiritual veins broke, and his spiritual root withered. All three were ruined, greatly depleting his physical energy. As mentioned before, physical energy is something a person has at birth and there is no way to replenish it. Although Yang Pingsheng's physical energy was not as severe as Ling Tianxin's, it was still unable to support him on the path of cultivation.

The celestial aura dissipated, while human popularity soared; from then on, he had no connection with immortals.

In addition, with the massive loss of vital energy, his lifespan halved, and his bodily functions atrophied, he is now worse than an ordinary person and has become a cripple.

If it weren't for the celestial artifact protecting him, Gu Zi'ang's mere pressure would have been enough to render him immobile and powerless to resist.

"His immortal artifact is indeed unique, but no matter how unique it is, it's still made with a soul," Zhiyuan shouted. "He won't be able to withstand attacks using soul techniques sooner or later!"

The heroes changed tactics and all used their soul-destroying moves.

Demonic sounds, illusions, shockwaves, shattering... countless soul-killing moves, more or less, all landed on Yang Pingsheng.

The armor was battered and bruised, losing its original luster.

Qi Feng cried out, "Ping Sheng, let me do it, meow, let me do it, meow."

Yang Pingsheng still did not answer.

His only action was to put the ring-pommel sword, which symbolized the fragments of Wen Shihan's soul, into his bosom to prevent the attack from landing on it.

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Gu Zi'ang used his methods to create a wind of souls that swept over Yang Pingsheng.

The armor was scratched extensively, causing Yang Pingsheng to nearly faint from the pain.

Zhiyuan pointed, and starlight surged into Yang Pingsheng's mind, constantly gnawing at his spirit.

He was mentally confused and seeing double.

"Hmph!" Mu Xiaobai had already approached, unleashing a killing move using Yang spiritual energy, a thunderous sound resounding in Yang Pingsheng's ears.

He felt a hammer smash into him, leaving a dent in the back of his armor, and he couldn't get up.

Although many of the heroes in the distance missed their targets due to the intense fighting, their killing moves were numerous and many of them landed on Yang Pingsheng.

The armor was covered in wounds; there wasn't a single undamaged spot.

"I'll fight you to the death, meow!" Qi Feng wanted to go out and fight to the death, but Yang Pingsheng pressed him back down.

It cried, "They're going to beat you to death, meow! I don't want to see you die! I don't want to see you die, meow!"

"...I won't die."

Yang Ping replied, his anger barely contained, "I haven't yet understood the meaning of my persistence, I haven't completely saved them, I won't die..."

As he spoke, a sliver of white fire suddenly appeared in the blurry scene before his eyes.

He heard Tian Bulian's voice in his ear: "Young Master Yang, back when we were at Zuixianlou, I told you that you were going to suffer a bloody calamity. At that time, you despised me. Now look what happened, you've ended up in this situation."

"...It's you."

"What, young master, are you surprised to hear my voice? I told you long ago that I would never harm you, but you are always so wary of me, which makes me very sad."

"When did you possess me? Never mind, there's no point in dwelling on that. What do you need?"

"Still as indifferent as ever, is that really okay?"

Tian Bulian chuckled softly, "Young Master's life is now in my hands. If I were to tamper with your soul even slightly, your magical artifact would shatter. Without it, how long could you possibly survive?"

A long silence followed.

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Yang Pingsheng suddenly asked, "Do you want me to die?"

"Hmm? What do you mean by that, young master?" Tian Bulian asked with a smile.

"...If you really wanted me dead, you would have done it long ago. Why wait until now?" Yang Pingsheng said, "Putting everything else aside, you could have killed me in the battle of Tianren Mountain."

Just as the two were climbing the mountain and fighting for the Sword Soul Heart, Tian Bulian had many tricks up his sleeve, but he chose to use the most inferior Dao Mark-enhanced suicidal attack to hit Yang Pingsheng, and even that missed.

"Young master thinks highly of me. Miss Song has extraordinary abilities. I was also severely suppressed back then."

Yang Pingsheng shook his head slightly. Seeing him shake his head, Tian Bulian smiled and asked, "Is there a problem with this?"

“No problem, Miss Tianbulan. You’ve always done things perfectly. The Battle of Tianren Mountain, the Battle of the Grasslands, the Battle of the Capital—you’ve always had a variety of reasons to avoid battle.” Yang Pingsheng said, “You even have good reasons for contacting us villains in private.”

"You go to great lengths every time to avoid fighting... or rather, to avoid launching a decisive attack. In the Battle of Tianren Mountain, even the God of Wine had a way to shake the great formation, but you had no way. You clearly have many methods, yet you seem to be limited. In the Battle of the Grasslands, you didn't penetrate the core and avoided a direct confrontation with Shi Guijia. In the Battle of the Capital, you were taken down by a mere popularity-based method. Later, even when we were chasing you so urgently, you were able to hold back from making a move."

Tian Bulian said with amusement, "Isn't it because your lovers' methods are so amazing that I can't handle them? Besides, even if what you say is true, so what? I am a member of the Heroes' Alliance, and my idol is Ye Buxin. There's no need for me to fight to the death for the Guardian Sect, is there?"

"Yes, you're right, but if it weren't for what you said to me at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, I would have really thought you were a member of the Heroes Alliance, the kind of person who follows the [Heavenly Way]."

"Oh, did I say something?"

"Of course, you said—"

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