The improved female villains regained their memories.

Another Su Murong stood in the void, just staring blankly.

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"His Majesty has passed away!!!"

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That night, the cries of the crowd were deafening and shook the heavens.

Chapter 709 The End of Fate

While Yang Pingsheng was confronting the spirit of the Fate Bureau, Wen Shihan was also secretly observing the situation.

"If I launch a sneak attack, could I help my brother out of this predicament?" She pondered this question, but ultimately shook her head.

Although they are now using the Fate-Covering Technique, making it impossible for the Bureau of Fate to predict their actions, it controls far too many people, and the fates of so many people are entirely at the mercy of that guy's every thought.

Moreover, Su Murong is also in its hands.

"We still need Shi Guijia's help with this matter of magical artifacts," Wen Shihan thought to himself.

However, Yang Pingsheng had already told Shi Guijia not to make a move, and besides, Wen Shihan really disliked this woman. She was afraid that if her brother owed her too much, she would make some unreasonable demands.

She still felt that it would be better to take matters into her own hands.

In mid-air, the palace maid looked at Yang Pingsheng and said, "Right now, the Heroes Alliance is besieging Song Panning and the others. Yang Pingsheng, if you waste any more time here wasting your time on me, don't wait until they can't hold on any longer before regretting your actions."

Yang Pingsheng said, "Then I won't trouble you with that."

As he spoke, the Great Dao True Mark beside him had already submerged, beginning to explore along the threads of fate.

"Trying to find Su Murong's location?" The palace maid sneered. "How could I let you have your way?"

She suddenly moved, and golden threads gushed out, grabbing at the three of them.

Yang Pingsheng whispered to Xu Anyin, "Protect your sister." He left behind some traces of the Great Dao, and then shot off like an arrow.

Before the palace maid could react, Yang Pingsheng grabbed her face and slammed her heavily into the golden cocoon below.

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The noisy sounds echoed in my ears.

The sound of my heart beating was incredibly clear.

Having finally understood his destiny, Su Murong stood in the void, letting himself be enveloped layer by layer.

With all her might, she opened her eyes and saw this golden world, as well as the red-clad figure similarly trapped in fate, the palace guards, ordinary people, and so on...

"hateful......"

She was in excruciating pain all over her body, and her hands were so sore that she couldn't lift them.

She finally understood Su Murong's fate, both before and after. Unlike other female villains who left themselves a way out, she remembered everything from the old world through fate.

"Ping, Pingsheng..."

Her fingers twitched slightly, as if she wanted to get up from the ground.

But even the slightest movement would cause her excruciating pain from the golden lines of fate piercing her body.

Alertness and stinging pain alternated repeatedly, making it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and illusion.

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"Xiao Rong!"

She suddenly heard a voice calling her from high above.

Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the doctor who had come to save her.

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boom!

The palace maid landed in the adjacent hall, where golden energy erupted and clashed with Yang Pingsheng's attack.

The main hall collapsed, and the palace maid laughed maniacally: "Yang Pingsheng, are you going to kill me? The fate of the entire city is tied to me. Are you going to lay a hand on me?"

She laughed heartily and retaliated. In the smoke rising from the collision, she saw the man's eyes.

Yang Pingsheng said, "Is your perverse sense of humor due to the inherent personality of the spirit itself, or is it because you've absorbed Ye Buxin's essence?"

The palace maid chuckled and said, "Now that you're back, it means you've regained your memories. Can't you judge for yourself?"

Yang Pingsheng looked at her speechlessly: "Then it seems that this is Ye Buxin's true nature. Her true nature is even more pathological than I imagined."

The palace maid said nonchalantly, "Sickness? No, no, no. In my opinion, this is normal human emotion. Human emotions are so intense and extreme. If they can be easily suppressed by reason, it means that the emotional part is not genuine enough."

"False emotions are not worthy of being burned with extreme passion, am I right, Yang Pingsheng?"

boom!

Golden gales and earthen-yellow energy clashed fiercely, creating a storm that continuously destroyed surrounding buildings.

The palace maid reached out and her fist collided with Yang Pingsheng's, her face full of excitement: "Look, Pingsheng, our fates have always been intertwined!"

Golden threads connected the two men's wrists. In the palace maid's eyes, Yang Pingsheng saw the afterglow of destruction, the burning ashes, and... himself.

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So this is the fate that entangled me and Ye Buxin in the past?

The instant he was tied up, Yang Pingsheng understood many things through his understanding of the essence of things.

Unfortunately, unlike Su Murong, he was ultimately unable to recover those long-ago memories.

The palace maid who had merged with Ye Buxin's essence thought he had regained his memories, but unfortunately, he had not.

He simply realized that their fates, one of life and one of death, had already been determined by their choices.

The two of them were intertwined in many ways; from ancient times to the present, the fate of the entire world was tied to them.

The knife and the sword have become opposing forces, and only one can emerge victorious.

This is the cause and effect they both must bear; neither of them can escape it.

"Yang Pingsheng, do you see clearly? Our fates are intertwined!" The palace maid's scream echoed throughout the golden space.

Even when the true traces of the Great Dao struck, they couldn't sever it.

The palace maid's frantic voice left Yang Pingsheng momentarily bewildered.

In that instant, he had no idea what Ye Buxin really wanted.

Do they want him dead? Or do they want to enjoy watching their fates become intertwined?

After the monster transformed into a human, its thoughts seemed to become increasingly complex.

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Su Murong heard that voice.

She frantically writhed her hands, touching the thread of fate that pierced her chest.

A wisp of gray energy appeared on her fingertip, which she then touched onto the golden thread.

Humanity's deadly move, even ghosts fear it, third move: Deathly aura turns to ash.

The deathly aura followed the golden threads, gradually destroying her until she finally broke free.

"In my life..." she reached out and whispered.

"I don't want to be like I used to be. I'm not resigned to this..."

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The palace maid understood Ye Buxin's thoughts.

She is the spirit of the tenth-grade magic artifact, the Fate Bureau, born from the fusion of Ye Buxin's essence.

So she knew what she wanted.

But just as she was desperately getting close, a massive surge of death energy enveloped her.

Blackness devours gold, transforming a single tear into a vast ocean.

"Stop!" She heard her screams and roars echoing within the golden space.

She finally helped the original body see the answer.

That was the answer she should have known long ago.

"The real body, see it clearly now, this is Yang Pingsheng, this is the relationship between the two of you..."

Before the word "destiny" could even leave her lips, countless guns made of earth-yellow energy rained down from the sky, piercing her body.

She stared wide-eyed as Yang Pingsheng used the death energy to break free from the fate that had bound them together.

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Heaven and earth are not in harmony; heaven and earth do not meet.

Fate has been broken; this prophecy will ultimately come true.

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Su Murong felt himself fall into someone's arms.

She looked at that familiar face, and the man lowered his eyes, meeting her gaze perfectly.

"Xiao Rong, well done."

His hand brushed through her gray hair, and she finally heard that reassuring voice: "You're really amazing. You did this all by yourself."

She suddenly felt sad, and tears streamed down her face.

She snuggled closer into that warm embrace and said, "Pingsheng, do you know, I saw myself heading towards another destiny."

"That version of me was more outstanding and capable than the one I am now. I accomplished many things that I wanted to do but couldn't do on my own."

"Even so, she didn't finish everything before she died."

"Pingsheng, tell me, what should we do about the many things in this world?"

Yang Pingsheng held her in his arms and looked at the golden world that was gradually collapsing, tinged with deathly aura.