The improved female villains regained their memories.

The hillsides and villages had all vanished. Corpses piled up like mountains along the roadside, and the grass near the road was stained dark red with blood. Wildflowers in the grass were trampled beyond recognition, their petals broken and branches snapped, all mixed in with the blood.

Most of the corpses were dressed in tattered armor, the iron plates covered with knife marks and holes from sword thrusts, and the clothes under the armor were torn to shreds, some still stuck to the flesh.

Looking at the trees by the roadside, their trunks were splattered with blood, their bark scorched by the flames of war, and their branches hung with tattered strips of cloth and pieces of flesh, as if the banner of death were fluttering in the wind.

There were even more corpses piled up under the tree, mostly body parts, as if they had been smashed to pieces by a deadly attack. Flies buzzed around the corpses, greedily enjoying this bloody feast. They were a dark mass, crawling around on the corpses, laying eggs and multiplying, which was nauseating.

Several wild dogs roamed among the pile of corpses, their eyes gleaming with a wild light, tearing at the flesh of the bodies and making horrifying chewing sounds.

Even with their vast experience, Yang Pingsheng and Wen Shihan couldn't help but look grim at such a chilling scene.

"Which era did I belong to at the very beginning?"

Yang Pingsheng sighed, and the net in his hand suddenly emitted a light.

“Pingsheng, the you from the past is over there!” Qi Feng was the first to react.

Yang Pingsheng gave Wen Shihan a wink, and Wen Shihan understood immediately, quickly hiding in his shadow.

He carried Qi Feng and walked in the direction indicated by the magical artifact.

He saw it—

"Is this me?"

"Um... if the magic artifact is correct, then it is correct."

"So, in the beginning, I was a little beggar?"

"Um........"

Looking at the little beggar lying on the roadside not far away, barely alive, Yang Pingsheng took a deep breath.

He thought the magical artifact could bring him to himself as he was setting up the plan, so that he could ask what those hidden places he had set up were and what he should do next.

Little beggar.......

"Judging by his appearance, is he thirteen or twelve?"

"Bad, about right..."

"Then what do we do now?"

"I don't know, meow."

The man and the cat remained silent.

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Netherworld.

Ye Buxin walked step by step to the figure sitting cross-legged.

As she approached, she heard the figure say, "Bu Xin, you're still the same as before, with no patience."

The figure reached out, gesturing for her to sit opposite.

Ye Buxin smiled, but didn't sit down. He stood there and said, "Master, now I am the [Heavenly Dao]. Shouldn't you all support me?"

"No matter who you are, the problem of Taixu remains unresolved. Your identity as the [Heavenly Dao] is nothing more than a scapegoat." The figure said, "You yourself understand this, which is why you're so eager to enter Taixu, isn't that right?"

Two dark suns hung in the sky, emitting a dim light.

"You had Master Zhuangzi set up a scheme, and you also had those sages leave their own belongings at the Guardian Heaven Sect." Ye Bu thought to himself, "I thought that you and they were all supporting me."

"Can you solve the problem of Taixu?"

"Hmph, I knew it. Supporting this one and that one, in the end, they'll all just become pawns in solving this problem."

Ye Buxin said with a cold laugh, "But I don't hate it."

She put down her sword and sat down in front of the figure: "I understand the principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket, but I have never heard of someone who would use such methods to solve this problem."

The master and disciple looked at each other, and Ye Buxin reached out and tapped on the stone table in front of him.

"Do you still think I have a chance of losing?"

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Throughout history, it all boils down to the word "survival."

Where there is birth, there is death. Whether human or demon, and regardless of who Heaven favors or rejects, everyone must die.

When humans and demons die, they enter the Netherworld and wait to be reborn. But when the Heavenly Dao dies, it is truly dead.

The Great Void devoured it, and when it reappeared, it was a new Heavenly Dao and a new species.

Heaven does not want to die, the demon race does not want to die, and the human race does not want to die.

This survival plan began with the five mythical beasts.

This is a plan that spans tens of thousands of years.

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“Bu Xin, whether you win or lose is not important. For us, only one of you three is on the right path.”

"Yang Pingsheng and Ling Tiandu? One is a bastard who betrayed me, and the other is a lucky ghost who got the chance by sheer luck. The former hasn't regained his memories yet, and the latter is even having a hard time being resurrected. They can't even protect themselves, so how can they continue on their own paths?"

Ye Buxin slammed down on the stone table, leaning forward as he looked at the figure: "Even if they each have their own methods, even if they were standing in front of me now, what methods could they possibly use to fight me?"

"I am now the [Heavenly Dao], and I even control the Netherworld. Whether you are a sage, a divine beast, or any other being, none of you are my match. So what makes those two guys think they are?"

When talking about Yang Pingsheng, Ye Buxin was clearly dazed for a moment, but she still finished speaking firmly.

"This throne at the very top is enough for me alone."

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"Bu Xin, I only have one question for you: if that's really what you think, why did you leave that message deep inside the system?"

The figure slowly uttered these words. At that moment, Ye Buxin's pupils contracted, and her forward-leaning body hesitated and withdrew.

“Bu Xin, you say this to me, yet you continue to leave such secluded places.”

The figure spoke slowly and deliberately, yet it struck Ye Buxin's soul like a heavy hammer.

"Do you really want Yang Pingsheng to regain his memory and stand in front of you?"

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Guiguzi gently turned the stone table.

"This is a little gadget I made by using the dead things here when I was living in seclusion in the underworld. Its ability is to reveal the person or thing that the person touches is most concerned about deep in their heart."

He chuckled and said, "Perfect timing, your hands are on the table."

Upon hearing this, Ye Buxin immediately stood up and moved her hand away.

But it was too late. The surface of the stone table kept changing, revealing five words—

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Yang Pingsheng, a close friend

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A savage glint flashed in Ye Buxin's eyes.

"What a load of rubbish, Yang Pingsheng, that bastard who betrayed me, does he even deserve to be my confidant? You old man, you really are everywhere. Even now, you're still thinking about keeping me in check and influencing me for the sake of your two good disciples."

The next moment, she slammed her hand on the broken stone table, reached out and with a little force, grabbed the figure by the neck and lifted him up.

The figure was powerless to resist, enveloped in deathly aura. Already dead, this action caused even more of his remaining consciousness to dissipate. But he was not afraid, and chuckled, "Since I haven't been affected, why should I care?"

Ye Buxin felt a chill run through her body, but the figure's words were like a nightmare, penetrating every nook and cranny.

"That's great... You and that child share the same essence, that's true. You're both too lonely. Loneliness is enough to drive a person crazy, let alone you, a monster who doesn't fit in with the world."

"Bu Xin, what do you think was the reason that child created you?"

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The Chu Imperial Palace.

With the help of that mysterious master, Princess Wang improved day by day and soon mastered most of the forbidden techniques recorded in the Chu royal family.

As usual, the mysterious man suddenly appeared and, under the expectant gaze of the princess, smiled and said, "Today I will teach you another forbidden technique, which I call 'Same Body.' Once this technique is successfully executed, it can create another caster based on the caster's essence."

Wang Ji became interested: "What a wonderful method. If I learn it, can I create another version of myself?"

"of course."

"Will she play with me? Will she comfort me when I'm sad? Will she face difficulties with me?"

"Hehe, you'll know once you've learned it and can use it."

"Okay, I want to learn this!"

Princess Wang said with a smile, "That way, I won't be lonely anymore!"

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Within these palace walls, where intrigue and backstabbing abound.

In this imperial palace where emotions are intertwined with power struggles.

Princess Wang Ji will never be alone again.

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The voice of that figure floated lightly into Ye Buxin's ears, stirring up a storm of emotions: "Isn't this very similar? Only, you are more extreme than that child... It makes sense, you are a monster created by humans, you have nothing, even heaven and earth reject you, what can you rely on? That's why... your life is so precious to you, Fusu, Li Zhujun, Zhou Jinyu, Nangong Qingyang... Among the disciples I taught, they are all obstacles to your relationship, that's why you took action, you had to kill them."

"If you don't kill them, how can you prove your love for Yang Pingsheng? Similarly, if Yang Pingsheng doesn't kill you, how can he prove his love for you?"

"When two opposing sides are at odds, there will inevitably be loyalty and betrayal. You two are now on two different paths."

“Bu Xin… The path you have embarked on is unprecedented and unparalleled. If you aspire to the Heavenly Way, how can you allow personal feelings to interfere? If you can cross this threshold, you will win. With your integration of everything, you will naturally be able to resolve the Tai Xu. But if you cannot cross this threshold, then the victor will be either Yang Pingsheng or Ling Tiandu, and they will naturally resolve the issue as well.”

"Hehe, it doesn't matter who it is, because you've all embarked on your own paths."

"Once you've embarked on this journey, you can't go back on it."

"This is the secluded place I left for you..."

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Why is it so painful?