The improved female villains regained their memories.

Everyone fell silent.

“Even so, Yang Pingsheng has become a mortal after all, and he can’t get out.” Granny Weaver coughed and slowly said, “As long as we keep an eye on those villains, cooperate with the adults to stabilize the main world, and resist the Great Ruins, that will be fine.”

"Yes, Yang Pingsheng is now finding it difficult to even return to the main world."

"Even if he comes back, under the watchful eye of Heaven, we'll know immediately, and he'll still end up being hunted down by us."

Ultimately, people still don't really care.

It's obvious to everyone that Yang Pingsheng has become a cripple. Besides, Heaven has the final say. To be honest, some of them didn't even want to come to this hunt.

Of everyone present, only Tian Bulian wore a serious expression, realizing the gravity of the situation: 'Li Chumo's small world is very mysterious. Someone seems to have attached the concept of space to it, resulting in a large number of spatial laws. This shouldn't be a coincidence; it must be intentional. But whose handiwork is this? Li Chumo? Or Jiang Mochang?'

Although one of them is currently performing acrobatics and the other is trapped in the realm of rules and unable to escape, neither of them are easy to deal with, and many arrangements were made in advance.

Heaven doesn't pity Jiang Mochang, after all, Jiang Mochang inherited Yang Pingsheng's mantle, and this move seems to be a manifestation of the hidden place.

"Right now, Yang Pingsheng can't refine spiritual energy. The only methods he can use are the wondrous application techniques and the true traces of the Great Dao. He can't use the former because he hasn't regained his memories, and the latter..." Tian Bulian pondered, "That's not right either. If he could use them, he would have used them earlier."

Whether it's the human chess player Yang Pingsheng or the villain Yang Pingsheng, in Tian Bulian's eyes, he's just a pawn being manipulated, just like everyone else.

If neither of these methods works, then she can't think of any way Yang Pingsheng could break the deadlock.

'It can't be a sudden realization on the spot...'

As she was thinking, her eyes suddenly widened slightly.

Why not? Absolutely!

Wen Shihan gave him the talent; he himself was a genius who comprehended the laws of space.

As he pursued learning, his knowledge increased daily, but as he pursued the Dao, his spiritual energy, spiritual sea, and spiritual root were all wasted. This, in turn, led him to abandon the wrong path he had taken before and stand once again at the starting point of approaching the Great Dao.

Looking at everyone present, including Zhiyuan, who hadn't expected this, Tian Bulian took a deep breath and made no attempt to explain.

Coincidence? Or orchestrated?

None of that matters to her now; she needs to prepare for what's to come.

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The gray world became chaotic.

Countless air currents surged, and space flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

From the depths of darkness, explosions echoed continuously.

The mist, almost tangible, flowed slowly, each wisp of it drifting like a silent gray ghost.

As the space trembled, the mist gradually dissipated, and the space began to distort strangely, like a broken mirror, with its various parts pieced together in a way that defied common sense.

A faint light flickered, and the space around the light appeared as a deep black, forming a strong contrast with the surrounding gray.

That is the trace of the Great Dao.

Yang Pingsheng reached out to touch it, but he could feel a powerful force pressing in from all directions, preventing him from getting closer.

The woman in black moved, circled around behind him, and hugged him from behind.

Everything receded, and finally, he touched it.

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"You developed a spatial killing technique within your body?"

"so what?"

"Incredible." Ye Bu's eyes gleamed. "This is simply a miracle. The human body is so fragile, yet you have placed space inside yourself."

"Yang Pingsheng, you are a true genius."

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She was the first person to praise him as a genius.

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Countless shimmering lines intertwined and weaved before his eyes. These lines outlined complex yet orderly patterns, like a blueprint of the universe unfolding before him. Some lines formed huge vortexes, slowly rotating and emitting a powerful suction force, as if to pull everything around them in and devour it all. Other lines were parallel to each other, but suddenly broke at a certain point, and then reconnected in a wonderful way, showing the leaps and transformations of space.

Yang Pingsheng let out a deep breath.

The gray world began to shrink like a ball, and it even entered Yang Pingsheng's heart.

Qi Feng screamed and was caught in Yang Pingsheng's arms just as he was about to fly away.

He exhaled a breath of stale air and felt the warmth of the embrace behind him.

That intense, dark soul did indeed bring him a touch of warmth at that moment.

"Qi Feng, hold on tight."

"Ah...ah?"

"Let's go home."

The chaotic tide surged in, but was blocked by the true traces of the Great Dao.

Golden light flashed, and then the entire gray world vanished.

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The creaking door was tightly shut, shrouded in a layer of eerie energy. The wind howled outside the window. Wen Shihan sat there, sensing the commotion outside, and looked up.

The darkness of the night was as unfathomable as ever, only the faint moonlight dispelled the despair of the darkness. She saw some gold suddenly shimmer, and then it seemed to envelop the entire room.

She heard a knock on the door.

She stood up, opened the door, and pointed her finger at her forehead.

The golden threads, mixed with black fragments, merged back together.

The moment the soul returned, everything came back to mind.

Yang Pingsheng lowered his hand and stepped forward to hug her.

"Xiaohan, I'm back."

He whispered in her ear, "Now I'm alone again. Are you still willing to come with me?"

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"Come with me. I am just one person in this world, so you don't have to do anything. Just come with me and I won't be lonely."

"Shall we go?"

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Wen Shihan sniffed.

Tears fell like raindrops, but she smiled and nodded.

"it is good!"

Chapter 676 So that's why, Song Panning

That night, the clouds obscured the moon; fate held sway over the world, and the way of heaven looked down upon all living beings.

Song Panning was extremely weak. Ever since her contact with the villains was exposed, the palace and fate had joined forces, leaving her with nowhere to struggle.

She and Wen Shihan were separated. She didn't know what had happened to Wen Shihan, but she herself was placed in the back mountain, isolated from the world.

She lost contact with Leng Yan, and only Qing Tian remained to keep her company.

Unfortunately, this snake was too slow-witted; there were some things she couldn't quite understand.

A cold wind howled as Song Panning lay in bed, her thoughts drifting from confusion to clarity, and then back to confusion.

Her conversations with Yang Luoyi and Wen Shihan still echoed in her mind, and she tried her best to sort out a thought from them.

She turned her head and saw Qingtian lying by the bedside. She turned her head to look at it.

"Qingtian, do you remember how we met?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

Qingtian tilted his head to look at her and blinked.

Ha, what a stupid snake.

[Heavenly Way] was still too hasty, and many things were not handled properly, which led to such a useless person as her discovering the loopholes.

From this perspective, even the Way of Heaven isn't all that great.

She chuckled, but felt a sharp pain in her heart.

The evening breeze blew into the cave, and she turned her head to look at the cave entrance, coughing.

They dared not kill her, so they gave her this flawed script instead.

To expect Song Panning to bow down and admit defeat like that is to underestimate her.

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It was a bit chilly at night.

Song Panning's chaotic thoughts jumped around, landing on the man Yang Luo mentioned.

Has anyone like her ever been unable to extricate themselves from a relationship?

That was terrible. She couldn't even imagine what she would have done back then. Saying it was for the sake of feelings was so unlike her.

But when she heard Yang Luo talk about the past, about her relationship with the man named Yang Pingsheng in the Fifth World, she felt that it wasn't impossible.

Yang Luoyi said, "Human will amplify emotions, but the premise is that there must be emotions. If it is hatred, then amplify hatred; if it is love, then amplify love."

Song Panning listened in silence.

She wondered, putting all that aside, did this prove that she also had the most basic love for him?

But that love was magnified to the point that it overshadowed everything else.

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Yang Pingsheng, if you are truly the person I've chosen.

Then you should do something.