The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. So what if you're an immortal?" Su Murong gritted her teeth. The pressure from the True Immortal made her very uncomfortable, but she still forced herself to stand up and walk towards them.

"Come on, kill me!!"

She screamed and immediately pounced on him.

If the pressure of a true immortal gets too close, it would be enough to turn a mortal into a meat pie.

Su Murong howled as he approached, and the result was predictable.

Poor Fairy Xuanxiao and Holy Mother Yaochi, who finally became true immortals, never expected that they would die under their own oppressive power.

Chapter 707 Echoes of Fate

“...It’s you.” The heavily injured woman in red robes slightly opened her eyes and saw Su Murong standing to the side, wearing royal guard armor.

Since the battle at Tianren Mountain, the female villains have all left a deep impression on her, but the one who left the deepest impression on her was Su Murong.

It wasn't just because the other party had broken her killing move; it was simply because Su Murong was a mortal.

Su Murong, who wanted to see if the two could still be saved, was startled. Seeing that Hong Lingyi was still awake, he immediately squatted down beside her and tentatively asked, "Do you know me?"

"Heh...we're old acquaintances." Hong Lingyi said, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

She smiled helplessly, never expecting that even though she, a True Immortal, was injured like this, Su Murong was still alive and kicking.

This guy is really peculiar.

“I don’t remember you at all. After all, you’re an immortal. If I had an old acquaintance like you, I would definitely be trying to curry favor with you,” Su Murong said.

Hong Lingyi looked at Bai Lingling lying not far away: "Is he still alive?"

"Are you talking about that pervert who looks like a woman but I can tell he's a man at a glance?" Su Murong said, "He's probably not dead yet, but I reckon he'll be soon."

"That's true, after all, he shielded me from the attack, and his injuries were much more severe than mine."

"Alright, our chat time is over." Su Murong rubbed his hands together. "Old acquaintance, you're not going to live much longer. All those treasures you've hidden are just a waste to leave here. Why not entrust them to me? If you have any last wishes, I'll help you fulfill them. What do you say?"

Hong Lingyi laughed in exasperation: "Are you sure you'll help me achieve that?"

"Too difficult won't do, too troublesome won't do, too tiring won't do for me, anything I don't think is good enough won't do," Su Murong said sincerely. "If you don't have anything valuable, then I'll just have to strip you naked."

Hong Lingyi coughed up another mouthful of blood: "...Where are the people who attacked us?"

"You mean those two? Those two are dead."

"How did you die?"

"Who knows, maybe I made them die of happiness."

"Then why don't you take their clothes off?"

"They all vanished into thin air."

"What about him?"

"Does a pervert even deserve to be touched by Lord Su Murong?"

"You really have no shame."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"...I wasn't praising you."

She took out a pill from her bosom, put it in her mouth, circulated her qi to calm herself down, and only after confirming that her injuries were temporarily suppressed did she slowly get up.

Su Murong didn't stop her at all; he just watched her, as if he was confident that she wouldn't lay a hand on him.

Hong Lingyi got up, walked to Bai Lingling's side, and checked her over.

She was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness; she never imagined that after living for so long, she would still experience such emotions.

"Rest in peace, my old friend," she murmured. Of the three immortals, she was now the only one left.

Su Murong stood to the side, wisely remaining silent and giving her ample time to mourn.

It seems that despite her many boastful remarks, she still felt that she needed an ally in the current situation.

The red-clad man, who claimed to be an old acquaintance, was clearly the most suitable.

Hong Lingyi breathed a slight sigh of relief and looked at Su Murong: "I know where your four spirit beasts are imprisoned."

Su Murong breathed a sigh of relief; this was exactly what she needed: "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, senior."

"It's quite strange to be called 'senior' by you," said the woman in red. "Come with me, they're right here."

hum-

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

Both of them widened their eyes at the same time.

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In the center of the ruins of the main hall, a palace maid glanced at Xu Baxian, who was nailed to the throne, her eyes unmoved.

When she sensed that the three true immortals were dead, anger finally showed on her hypocritical face.

"waste!"

She darted forward and grabbed Xu Baxian's head, and the next moment, golden light surged forth.

A painful dragon roar echoed through the ruins. The golden dragon had barely appeared as a phantom image when it was absorbed by the palace maid.

She stood there, her clothes fluttering gently in the breeze, her hands outstretched, in which countless golden threads of destiny shimmered with a mysterious light.

She steadily manipulated the golden threads of fate with both hands. The threads extended from her fingertips like countless golden rivers, flowing outwards in all directions.

People outside have just broken free from their illusions, only to have the threads of fate reach into their brains again.

A golden light shot into the sky, and Hong Lingyi and Su Murong, who were closest, witnessed this chilling scene—countless golden threads, like snakes emerging from their holes, descended from above.

"...Old acquaintance, shouldn't we run away?"

"What do you think?"

"I think so, so if you run, can you take me with you? My legs are too weak to run."

Despite her injuries, Hong Lingyi hoisted Su Murong onto her shoulder and ran away.

But she soon discovered that there were too many golden threads of fate; they were spreading rapidly throughout the capital, as if trying to turn the entire city into a cocoon.

"Old acquaintance, are we going to call it a day here?"

"Even in this situation, you still have the mood to gossip with me?"

"...The main thing is that I'm just a mortal, there's nothing I can do." Su Murong sniffed, anyway, she wouldn't die.

The woman in red said, "You're really something," and tried to break free from the area by dashing left and right, but was ultimately enveloped.

Golden threads quickly covered the two of them and entered their minds.

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The fire giant vanished.

With the death of Fairy Fengge, the illusion also lost its effect.

"Grand Tutor, Grand Tutor!"

Xu Anyin's eyes widened as he saw the person in front of him about to disappear, and he hurriedly reached out to grab him.

"Grand Tutor, wait, I, I have already..."

Snapped.

She felt a slap on her face, and it stung.

When she opened her eyes, she really saw the Grand Tutor, and her sister standing beside him, leaning on him.

"Ah, Grand Tutor, you, you really are...!"

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly, and was about to speak when Xu Anlu stopped him.

She waved her hand coldly: "Awake?"

"Ah, sister..." Xu Anyin said shyly.

"I've been standing here for ages, and you can't even see me? Just now you were acting like a pervert, flicking your tongue and licking Ping Sheng. What exactly did you see in your illusion?"

The cold voice reminded Xu Anyin of some scenes from the Third World, and she quickly waved her hands in fright: "No, no, hahaha, sis, it's just a hallucination, please understand me."

Just as she was about to explain, golden light filled the air below, drawing her attention. When she looked down, she was startled: "Sister, Grand Tutor, what's going on down there?"

The capital city below has disappeared, replaced by a giant golden cocoon.

Xu Anlu took a deep breath, her face looking very pale.

"It's fate."

She said, "I've said it all before, destiny lies here."

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Golden threads, like fine yet resilient spider silk, flowed continuously from the palace. They spread outwards with unstoppable force, covering everything in their path with their dazzling gold.

On the main thoroughfare of the capital, silk threads flowed like a rushing golden river, enveloping everything along the road.

Before the pedestrians could react, they were entangled by the silk threads, their bodies gradually being wrapped up. Before they could break free from the illusion, they were once again trapped in the cage of fate.

The shops along the street, whether they were fabric stores selling exquisite silks or pastry shops exuding enticing aromas, were quickly entangled with silk threads. In the fabric stores, colorful silks and threads intertwined, and in the pastry shops, unsold pastries were also wrapped in golden nets.

In the hutongs, the gray bricks and tiles of the courtyard houses appeared exceptionally small against the backdrop of golden threads. The threads slipped from under the eaves and through the cracks in the doors, binding the elderly people sunbathing and the children playing in the courtyards. The old people dropped their pipes, and the children stopped shaking their rattles; they were gradually wrapped into golden human figures by the threads.

The palace maid looked up at this golden world, opened her palms, and the phantom of a stone table appeared behind her.

A tenth-grade magical artifact, a destiny-related matter.

At this moment, past, present, and future, whether it happened or not, all those intertwined destinies resonated, causing everyone in the city to fall into its clutches.

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Snapped.

The heavy blow to his forehead made Su Murong open his eyes abruptly.

"You're asleep?" The foreigner stood next to her, looking at her speechlessly. "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't slack off? What happened?"