The improved female villains regained their memories.

A huge rock peeked out from the snow, its dark brown color contrasting sharply with the white snow. The rock's surface was roughened by the erosion of ice and snow, a testament to the passage of time.

Yang Pingsheng stood here, surrounded by the true traces of the Great Dao, and the sharp sword as white as snow could not get close even a fraction of an inch.

The summit of Tianren Mountain.

In this place where he could almost touch the sky, he didn't feel the coldness of the sky, but rather the heartbeats of the people around him.

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Their bond was stirred by the wind, and on this mountaintop closest to the sky, only the two of them remained.

Before Yang Pingsheng could speak, Wen Shihan said, "Tianren Mountain is truly unforgettable."

He paused, then turned to look at her. The girl's face was smiling, but her eyes held endless sorrow.

"Because here, I thought I had lost my brother again."

The unparalleled formation that Song Panning set up to turn Yang Pingsheng into a villain left an extremely deep impression on the brother and sister.

Wen Shihan said earnestly, "At that time, I was almost dead. My brother carried me on his back and walked step by step. I thought to myself, if my brother were to die because of me, I would rather die."

Yang Pingsheng was speechless; the girl's affection was so sincere that it made him feel somewhat ashamed.

No matter how much the girl tried to hide it or how unscrupulous she was, her feelings were genuine, so much so that Yang Pingsheng dared not confront them directly.

"So now, you've done it."

Yang Pingsheng exhaled white breath, looking at the girl: "Xiao Han, to achieve this, you even pushed your talent to its limit. You've only been in the academy for a short time, and you've already learned that forbidden technique... You..."

"...There's really no need to go to such lengths."

His black hair fluttered in the wind and snow. Suddenly, a flower and plant popped into Yang Pingsheng's mind—the foxtail grass that could be seen everywhere by the roadside, tenacious and unyielding, but whose flower language was unrequited love.

Wen Shihan laughed and said, "Didn't my brother go to such lengths for me back then? Why can't I do the same?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

"I won't trade my life for yours, so Xiaohan, it's different."

“But I will.” Wen Shihan blinked. “So, brother, I love you more than you love me.”

The yin energy wafted around, seemingly mingling with the true traces of the Great Dao.

Despite being the most somber spiritual energy, the light it emitted at this moment was more dazzling than the sun.

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Yang Pingsheng did not intend to get entangled with Wen Shihan on this issue.

He and the girl sat down, facing the vast sea of ​​clouds, and talked about the past.

The girl was aloof and stubborn. She wanted to help her brother, but she always got in his way. In the end, she hid in a corner of the alley and cried.

She loved eating flower tea cakes, but she never said it. When the old woman selling flower tea cakes gave them to her, she would hold them tightly, thank her in a very soft voice, and then happily run back to find her brother.

When talking about the past, Wen Shihan's eyes also showed reminiscence. Although it was a bad memory, she cherished it very much: "It was really not easy for my brother to take care of me back then."

Yang Pingsheng smiled and said, "I don't think so. On the contrary, I enjoy it."

"Brother, you didn't finish your sentence, did you?"

"Haha, if only you were more obedient and less obsessive."

Whether it was the butcher stealing money or his later imprisonment, Wen Shihan's ego remained very strong.

From a cultivation perspective, this is not a good thing, but Wen Shihan became stronger because of it.

"I want to be with my brother forever and ever." Even now, Wen Shihan still says this.

"How long is forever?"

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Is it the present, the past, or the future? Is it a quarter of an hour, a day, a month, or a lifetime?"

How long can love last?

It could be eternity, or it could be a second.

Heaven doesn't care about love, but humanity cares a lot about it.

When in love, you want it to last forever; when you stop loving, you wish you could leave immediately.

“It’s forever.” But Wen Shihan wouldn’t say that. She said seriously, “It’s forever and ever. A quarter of an hour, a day, a month, a lifetime, none of these can be considered forever.”

"Only by encompassing the past, present, and future can something be considered eternal."

Their eyes met, and the black flames burned whoever was in them.

"I want to be with my brother forever..."

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The snow and wind howled, and the last words of those words were buried in the snow, but they were still imprinted in Yang Pingsheng's heart, becoming the eternal image of the girl in his memory.

That serious look on his face.

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The sea of ​​clouds churned, as if a dragon were diving into it, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Yang Pingsheng looked away and gazed at Yunhai: "But Xiaohan, you can't go on like this forever."

"Everyone has their own path to walk. How can sacrificing yourself to make me walk this path be considered forever?"

"Do you want revenge? Do you want me to taste the guilt I felt back then?"

"Or is it, as you said, that you hope I will remember you forever?"

"But I already remember you. Your image is imprinted on my soul. My essence has changed because of you, becoming an inseparable part of me."

"Xiaohan, I'll say it again, everyone has their own path to walk. You don't need to demean your life for me. That's definitely not love."

He doesn't acknowledge such feelings.

If he had to sacrifice his life to fulfill his feelings, he would rather give up.

A young woman should roam the world, experience more of life's wonders, or pursue her ambitions and travel the world with a sword.

Instead of sacrificing one's life for his uncertain and unknown path.

“I’ve already made a mistake once, when I was still a human chess piece.”

Yang Pingsheng said, "Xiao Han, do you want me to do it again?"

—Don't let it happen again. Their love is already so deep, why should they continue to sacrifice for each other?

Wen Shihan remained silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed as if she had thought of something.

She summoned her magical artifact and handed it to Yang Pingsheng to see.

The two characters "Ping Sheng" (meaning "life") on the blade were so clear and so dazzling in the snow.

How could she easily abandon the life of all her souls?

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Yang Pingsheng swayed slightly.

He knew that no matter what, he could not extinguish the girl's obsession.

Wen Shihan's face was flushed, whether from the cold or simply from being red, it was hard to tell. Yang Pingsheng reached out and the two intertwined their fingers.

As he ran his hand over the two characters "Ping Sheng" (meaning "life's journey") on the blade, Yang Pingsheng asked, "Is this a curse or a destiny?"

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"It is fate, an inextricable fate."

Wen Shihan said firmly, "It is an inextricable bond that can never be broken, even if the Heavenly Dao collapses and death comes."

Under such circumstances, no one will die.

Their stories, their legends, everything about them, will forever be written into the rules.

This is Wen Shihan's "forever".

The rules she painstakingly wrote down are her and her brother's eternal proof.

Even if the main world is destroyed, even if the Heavenly Dao collapses, even if the two of them go to the Yellow Springs together.

In that vast and orderly land of Taixu, the names of Wen Shihan and Yang Pingsheng will be recorded forever.

This is eternity.

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“Brother, it’s been a long time since I’ve performed a sword dance for you. Since there’s no one around now, let me perform for you one more time,” Wen Shihan said.

The last time I practiced swordsmanship was indeed a long time ago. The last time was when Yang Pingsheng got drunk and expressed his feelings to Wen Shihan.

"Okay." Yang Pingsheng nodded.

The ring-pommel sword was drawn with a clang.

The sword gleamed with a cold light, like icicles in winter.

The hem of her clothes fluttered, the black garments rustling in the cold wind like blooming black flames.

The wind howled, and the knife marks were branded in the air, etched into the heavens and earth.

Yang Pingsheng suddenly remembered what he had said to the system back then.

The stronger a person's obsession, the more painful it will be when they try to erase the memory; and the more painful it is, the harder it is to forget.

Wen Shihan, she is someone who crawled out of hell, yet she yearns for the light; however, she doesn't want anyone to stop her. Humans are so contradictory—on one hand, they crave gentleness, and on the other hand, they despise the weakness that gentleness brings.

No, it's not like that.

It wasn't just Wen Shihan, but everyone, including Yang Pingsheng, who was like that.

Who doesn't yearn for light? Who willingly surrenders to darkness? If not for the pressures of reality, who wouldn't want to be a good person? Who wouldn't want to linger in the embrace of love and comfort?

Humans so yearn for light and warmth.

He watched the girl, watched her dance, watched her sway in the wind.

The jet-black bird spread its wings and soared into the sky, its cries echoing.