The improved female villains regained their memories.

“I don’t know,” he replied.

"I don't know, Xiao Rong."

"But I think you can find the answer with me."

Su Murong held his hand tightly.

"Okay," she answered forcefully, then sniffed.

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Netherworld.

When news of the spirit's demise reached them, the incarnations looked at each other in bewilderment.

They looked at the central entity, where Ye Buxin, who was maintaining the status quo of the Heavenly Gate, stood silently.

"Is the main body alright?"

"The answer should have been thought of a long time ago, so I think it's fine."

"If I were the original body, I would be hiding in a corner right now, and frantically dropping little pearls."

"Shh, are you out of your mind?"

The avatars communicated with each other telepathically, none daring to speak to the original body.

Ye Buxin didn't bother looking at them; she was staring at the palm of her hand.

The golden patterns are indeed slowly disappearing.

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Their last connection also vanished.

Although she had expected it, Ye Buxin still felt a pang of sadness.

This shouldn't be the sadness she feels right now.

It was all her arrangement. She arranged for the Fate Bureau to remain there, and she arranged for Su Murong to enter there. She even involved Lin Feng and Qi Feng. Which of these people did she foresee and let go of?

Between winning and love, she chose to win; this was a decision she made after stepping into the Netherworld.

Since you've made up your mind, why show sadness about it?

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The Heavenly Gate stands tall.

Ye Buxin stood in front of the door, and in the turbulent air, her figure appeared lonely and frail for the first time.

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If her calculations are correct, then Yang Pingsheng should have regained his memories by now.

She stepped into the Heavenly Gate, revealing the small world within.

There is only one small mountain here, with clear water and beautiful scenery, and an ethereal atmosphere, forming a canyon shape.

She had already decided that after defeating Yang Pingsheng, she would bury him here.

Although she knew it was impossible, she still held onto a sliver of hope—if Yang Pingsheng agreed to the spirit's request and handed over half of his essence, she would still spare his life.

She will reshape his essence, create a completely new him, and let him live here carefree.

Isn't that wonderful?

She felt she had been very magnanimous; to be this magnanimous towards a close friend who had betrayed her was already a great act of kindness.

But unfortunately, Yang Pingsheng is still Yang Pingsheng.

It's estimated that he has now regained his memory and is preparing to walk his own path.

Ye Buxin calmly closed her eyes, and something appeared in her hand—it was a strand of Yang Pingsheng's hair and her own hair.

She gently rubbed it, speaking calmly, word by word:

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I knew from the beginning that you would reject me.

That's true. Now that you've regained your memories, you're bound to walk your own path. No one is more determined than you, I understand.

Now that you have the ability to see through the essence of things, you will naturally understand why I let Su Murong in.

As expected, you still left, letting Su Murong ruin our destiny. You really chose this path.

You're still the same as before, not changed at all.

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We have all fallen into Guiguzi's hidden trap.

You surely understand this, but I know you won't stop.

That's fine too, because I won't stop either.

There can only be one king, one Heavenly Way. You and I will eventually have to settle the score.

It's time for our tangled fate to come to an end.

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Human emotions are truly complex, throughout one's life.

If I could go back in time, I would really like to go back to that time and make sure I never touch human emotions again.

Unfortunately, those old folks won't let us go back, and neither will you.

But regardless, I have to admit—

—Back then, I loved you so much.

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Ye Buxin let go, and the strand of hair that had preserved countless reincarnations drifted into the tomb.

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Goodbye, my former confidant and lover.

I should have known the answer a long time ago.

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The Heavenly Gate roared.

Having returned, Ye Buxin had no more regrets. Standing tall in the center of the formation, she began her final preparations.

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Beijing.

The gold crumbled.

Yang Pingsheng walked to the palace maid's side and stared at her with wide eyes.

He sighed softly, reached out, and closed her eyes.

Chapter 710 Friends

Song Panning is in trouble.

Luo Benmo disobeyed orders and focused solely on fighting, rendering her prepared trump cards useless.

Zhiyuan seemed to have sensed something, and he and the Lord of the Crows kept bombarding the formation from the outside with deadly moves, trying to crush the formation from the outside.

This put Song Panning under immense pressure.

If they were inside the formation, Song Panning would not be afraid of even two True Immortals, but now time is short and her formation is not perfect, so it is not impossible for it to collapse under external pressure.

Leaving aside the Lord of the Crows, a True Immortal who was bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Dao, even Zhiyuan alone is an extremely difficult opponent. Don't forget, he became a True Immortal before the arrival of the New World.

"Just like that, before I even have a chance to use my trump card, I'm afraid my formation won't be able to hold out."

“If we want to buy time, we can only close the formation, but that also means that if Luo Benmo is in danger, I will not be able to provide immediate support.”

Under the relentless bombardment from Zhiyuan and the Lord of the Crows, Song Panning could only rely on the terrain to constantly change her formation to resist.

But she had nowhere to escape; it was no exaggeration to say she was in dire straits.

"Hmph, you think you can catch me?" Even in such a desperate situation, Song Panning did not give up hope. Instead, she quickly came up with a solution.

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They launched a barrage of deadly attacks on Luo Benmo.

Kongling is not good at killing moves or fighting, let alone being surrounded by so many people.

But Luo Benmo's murderous intent surged, and he fought desperately, refusing to retreat. Despite his injuries, he managed to suppress the members of the Heroes Alliance, making them unable to lift their heads.

"This is an ethereal spiritual root?" Gu Zi'ang was almost questioning his existence as he fought.

“This is Luo Benmo,” Granny Weaver said solemnly. “If it’s her, it wouldn’t be surprising what kind of effect she produces.”

Her elaborate web of heaven and earth was a destructive immortal technique, incorporating traces of the Great Dao, yet it was easily torn apart by the spiritual energy giant condensed by Luo Benmo.

"Hmph, you're all hesitating, afraid to go all out!" Guan Hongyi hissed. "I'll do it!"

The Weaver Girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly transmitted her voice: "No, Guan Hongyi, you mustn't..."

But it was too late.

"Exert my true self, reveal my true form!" Guan Hongyi shouted, transforming into a gust of wind and appearing behind Luo Benmo.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked out, rapidly converging towards her hands.

With a sudden wave of her hands, a dazzling light burst forth before her, and within the light, a massive wind sword slowly took shape.

The sword was transparent, yet it shone with a chilling light. A fierce wind howled around the sword, and the wind blades spun rapidly like thousands of tiny knives.

buzzing-

Guan Hongyi's eyes narrowed, he gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, and then swung the sword down suddenly.

This sword strike was as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart. Wherever the wind sword passed, space was torn open with a black rift, and from the air, a huge white sword mark swept towards Luo Benmo.