The improved female villains regained their memories.

Chapter 675 So it is, Wen Shihan

The gray world remained unchanged; there was no day, no night, no seasons, no creation of all things, and no continuous cycle of life.

His only companions were the inscribed words and the Qi Feng wind.

The chaotic tide has surged over several times, but thanks to the spatial laws of this world, no matter how turbulent the chaotic tide is, the gray little world can teleport away before the chaotic tide devours it.

It became the last ark in the Great Ruins, drifting in chaos.

The pitch-black ground was unusually hard, and Yang Pingsheng lay there with his armor almost completely torn apart.

Qi Feng walked over to him and licked his face: "Ping Sheng, are you alright, meow?"

"fine......"

He answered wearily, his words very weak, perhaps because he had just escaped the crisis, but now his whole being, including his soul, was almost broken.

"I'm sorry, but I can't cure you, meow."

"fine."

"Pingsheng, you, you have to pull yourself together. I'll find a way to heal your cat."

"It's alright, no need to waste your energy. Demonic energy and human body are ultimately in conflict, not to mention I'm still just a mortal."

"We'll figure something out together, meow!"

After all these lifetimes, they must have a way, Qi Feng believed.

But... nestled beside Yang Pingsheng's head, it thought sadly, although they had escaped the pursuit, they were now trapped in Taixu. Activating the network device required them to go to a designated location, and they couldn't even return to the main world.

There is no food or water here. Qi Feng can hold on, but how can Yang Pingsheng, an ordinary man, hold on?

"Qi Feng".

"Ok?"

"I'm going to sleep for a while."

Qi Feng immediately woke up. He couldn't sleep now. He had seen too many people who wanted to sleep but never woke up.

"Pingsheng, don't sleep yet, you..."

There was no answer. Qi Feng looked over and saw that Yang Pingsheng had already closed his eyes. A gray aura mixed with the scent of a little fox swirled around him, gently lulling him to sleep.

He then fell asleep.

Qi Feng sniffed, then lay down beside him again, closed his eyes, and quietly guarded him.

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He was dreaming.

In his dream, he floated up, just like he had done countless times before when he traveled through worlds, and landed in one place.

The mist parted, creating a path up the mountain. He followed the path until he reached the summit.

As the sun sets, it casts a golden-red glow over the cliffs, as if they were set ablaze, making the rocks appear even more vibrant and deep. In the sky, the sunset paints the sky like brocade, with orange, red, and purple hues interwoven, creating a magnificent oil painting.

The dim light shone on the shattered guqin, and the fragments of the instrument reflected a faint light. The once exquisite carvings were now incomplete.

The setting sun blazed like fire, a sorrowful sight. He walked forward and stood before the grave.

It was an unmarked tombstone.

Flowers, grasses, and moss grew wildly all around, and the fiery red world was somehow dyed green by this touch of green.

He reached out and touched the tombstone, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Whose grave is this?

And who erected the tomb?

He thought about it, and ran his hand over the tombstone.

In the end, he caught nothing.

The wind blows up the withered leaves, and the green leaves move with the wind, ignited by the setting sun in the sky, burning brightly.

He looked at himself, not as a physical body, but as a soul.

Is this a dream, or reality?

He sensed something, turned his head and saw another person slowly coming up the hillside.

It is Ye Buxin.

She didn't possess the stunning beauty of the Guardian Heaven Sect on the battlefield, nor the overwhelming pressure that made people dare not look directly at her when she was blessed by the Heavenly Dao. Her appearance was ordinary, and she would be unrecognizable if thrown into a crowd.

But she remained expressionless, her icy demeanor deterring anyone from approaching, and even the setting sun's rays couldn't soften her in the slightest.

The monster walked step by step toward Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng calmly watched her, watched her stop in front of the tombstone, stop in front of him.

They were so close that if Yang Pingsheng were not a soul, he could easily smell Ye Buxin's aura.

But he could still see it clearly; he saw her deep eyes, the intense darkness within them reflecting only him.

Although she had no expression on her face, she conveyed a great deal of emotion.

That mixed emotion was more complex and darker than that of other villains, like molten lava from the earth's core; the slightest touch would result in utter destruction.

He heard her give a soft hum, her mouth slightly open, and say in a very low voice:

"Have you ever regretted your life?"

I regret abandoning everything and betraying my confidant; I regret going against my confidant without hesitation.

She had arranged everything, for her and for Yang Pingsheng.

That year, at the Ghost Valley Sect, she got up from the table, looked at Yang Pingsheng who was asleep on the bed because of his immortal body constitution, and gently touched his face.

He lightly brushed his hand across the other person's face, then lowered it before the other person regained consciousness.

He needs himself.

Ye Bu thought to herself that this feeling grew stronger every day, when she treated him, when she gave him instructions, and when she saw the smile in his eyes.

What would Yang Pingsheng do if he were separated from her?

Look how worried he was about her, how he wanted to avenge her, how he carried her out when her life was in danger, wanting to solve all the dangers facing her on his own. He was so good to her, until he deceived her with those unfamiliar eyes and stabbed her in the body with a knife.

The wind blows, the sun sets, and a heartbroken person stands at the ends of the earth.

The two were so close, but neither could give the other a hug.

"My whole life..."

Ye Bu thought to himself, "If you bow your head, I..."

Those final words were never spoken.

Everything collapsed, and darkness returned.

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wake up.

Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes and was still in that gray space.

Seeing that he had opened his eyes, Qi Feng quickly got up and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better now?"

"Well, much better."

How could he possibly get better? He's just a mortal now, his whole body aches terribly, his throat is dry, and his stomach is protesting, he needs to eat.

He sat up, took a deep breath, and tried to clear his muddled mind.

“Pingsheng, I’ve just been thinking about it. It’s not good for you to stay here all the time. If it really comes down to it, let’s venture into Taixu again and return to the main world.”

How do we get through?

"I'll take you through this time. I'm very fast, and I definitely won't let the chaotic energy touch you!"

Yang Pingsheng shook his head: "You saw it when we came. Those terrifying air currents have condensed into a mass, and it's hard to avoid them in some necessary places. Moreover, the main world is being monitored, and we'll be attacked and killed if we go back."

"Then what should we do?" Qi Feng said, hanging his head. "Staying here isn't impossible, but you can't take it!"

“Yes, so we need to think of a way.” He took a deep breath and looked at the gray world.

He took the ring-pommel sword out of his pocket and placed it flat in front of him.

Qi Feng looked at the knife, then at Yang Pingsheng: "Pingsheng?"

"..."

The armor on his body fell away, leaving only the ring-pommel sword in front of him.

He gently stroked it, and the knife instantly transformed into a pitch-black woman standing before him.

Because she was only a fragment of a soul, the woman in black, though possessing Wen Shihan's aura, did not reveal her appearance.

She stood silently, like a shadow.

"This is Wen Shihan? No, she's just a fragment of a soul." Qi Feng said disappointedly, "If your spiritual root hadn't been destroyed, you could have used Yin spiritual energy. But now you have no spiritual root, you're just a mortal. This world has no spiritual energy either. Even if you have a fragment of Wen Shihan's soul, what good is it?"

Yang Pingsheng took a deep breath and said, "There is never a truly hopeless situation in this world, not to mention that so many people are helping me. In fact, if I just calm down and think about it, the solution to this predicament is all around me."

"What do you mean, Pingsheng? What do you want to do?"

“Soul fragments contain a part of a person’s talent. Xiao Han gave me the fragments not only to give me power, but also to give me her talent.”

"But without spiritual energy, what good is her talent for cultivation?"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

He closed his eyes and heard a loud hum from the surrounding spatial laws.

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Zhiyuan returned to the main world in a sorry state.

At Tiandao's residence, he once again summoned the members of the Heroes Alliance and explained the situation.

“The mission failed.” Zhiyuan’s face was grim. “The most troublesome thing is that he has now hidden in Li Chumo’s small world, which is full of spatial laws. I can’t take him down.”