The improved female villains regained their memories.

The repeated shattering is like a memory, constantly drifting away.

Reality mocks without hesitation: that person has already left this world. What can you, a puppet emperor without any fighting spirit, do?

What can you do...?

Xu Anlu looked down at her shadow. The sound of blood dripping echoed in the secret room. The candle flame finally went out, leaving her alone in the darkness.

When a person is born, their internal organs are inherited from heaven and earth. It is simply impossible to escape this world and find another person.

Yang Pingsheng left without leaving any clues. Moreover, Xu Anlu had no idea what was outside the world or what impact time travel would have.

However, she will never give up.

She was ill, very ill, and the only cure was Yang Pingsheng.

She must find him.

"sister……"

In the darkness, someone embraced her.

"Don't rush."

Her words were gentle, and even the cruel and ungrateful younger sister transformed into a kind person.

"No rush," Xu Anlu said with an icy expression. "It's just the fourteen thousand five hundred and twentieth failure."

Failure after failure, collapse after collapse.

She wanted to give up several times along the way, but the intense emotions she felt made it impossible for her to let go.

Xu Anlu didn't know if the principles she had gleaned from "The Record of Cultivating the Heavenly Dao" were correct, nor did she know if she could truly reach Yang Pingsheng's world after successfully creating her killing move.

She could only keep telling herself that she could do it.

It will definitely succeed.

Even if it costs me everything.

That faint hope was like the flame of a candlestick, small in the darkness, and could be extinguished at any moment.

She absolutely would not allow it to go out.

If even this little bit of light is gone, then her life will truly be nothing but darkness.

“Sister, creating a killing move in the immortal path is inherently difficult. Immortals often spend years, decades, or even hundreds of years creating killing moves, and they are usually creating killing moves related to their own spiritual roots. Killing moves involving time, space, and the soul are not only time-consuming but also require extraordinary talent. The reason I was able to create a soul-based immortal killing move is essentially just an expansion of the immortal killing moves given to me by that remnant soul.”

The voice behind her carried the gentle breeze, softly advising, "Sister is just a mortal, and you only have spiritual energy because of me. It's already difficult to cultivate a killing move, let alone create one. Besides, the killing move you created is already inconceivable just from its conception. Even if you could really create it, I'm afraid it would be difficult even for a True Immortal cultivator."

After the words were spoken, silence followed. Often, the two sisters shared a deep understanding; having awakened memories of both lifetimes, they understood each other better than anyone else. Therefore, some things were best left unsaid.

"Yes, I am just a mortal. It is a miracle that I can condense the traces of the Great Dao, let alone such an inconceivable immortal killing move."

Xu Anlu shook her head and smiled, but the coldness in her eyes grew even stronger.

"But I will never give up."

Perhaps everything would be better without Yang Pingsheng.

Having memories of her past life, she comprehends both the ways of kings and overlords, masters the traces of the Great Dao, and has an immortal sister as her support. She should follow her past life's ambitions, declare war on the immortals, and realize her ideals from her previous life.

but……

She can't go back.

It's too late to go back.

She wants Yang Pingsheng, she only wants Yang Pingsheng.

not to mention……

"This world is inherently illusory!"

In the darkness, she said through gritted teeth.

The will of the world reigns supreme over everyone; in essence, it is the highest and most supreme entity.

"That's the one that stopped me back then."

Only by destroying it can she reconcile with herself.

Only by destroying it can she go to another world and find Yang Pingsheng.

Ten years, ten years have passed, and Xu Anlu has tried to convince herself.

Taking the world as one's own responsibility and living with the Grand Tutor are not contradictory.

She wants both.

However, there is something standing in the middle: the will of this world.

It created the distinction between immortals and mortals, it forced the two apart, and it was the culprit behind everything.

"Sister, what lies behind the will of the world?" the voice behind asked worriedly.

Actually, you don't need to ask to know.

Everything is already explained in the "Record of Cultivating the Heavenly Way".

The world was born between existence and non-existence, and under the influence of Yin and Yang, it separated into Heaven and Earth.

"Sister, we can't win."

"Nothing is unwinnable."

Xu Anlu said:

"As long as we're together, there's nothing we can't win."

That is the other side of the world.

Xu Anlu's inner world.

It was no longer a dark place. Unlike before when it was just darkness, the space of consciousness had now become something else entirely.

On the solid soil, under the azure sky, and on the vast plains, a magnificent palace rises from the ground.

Xu Anyin, sitting on the throne, paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Sister is right."

A towering red aura rose up and filled the entire sky.

Eleven auras of immortals emanated from all around the world.

"As long as we're together, there's nothing we can't win."

In the original storyline, the two-faced emperor drew his sword, and no one could stop him.

The same applies now.

In the past, the targets were the protagonists, the immortals, and those who stood in the way.

And now, it is the sky.

The two-faced emperor never bowed to the world.

What they are challenging is the heavens.

Chapter 101 A Heaven-Defying Rhapsody

The ice and snow gradually melted.

The sun has become warm and comfortable, the cold of the heavy snow has passed, all things are gradually recovering, and the rivers are rushing with the melting snow water, flowing endlessly.

After yet another failure, Xu An revealed the secret chamber, casually closed it, opened the palace door, and stood outside for some fresh air.

The clear sky couldn't dispel the gloom in her heart; repeated failures had almost changed her completely. Even Xu Anyin was finding it hard to control her anymore.

Failure, failure, endless failure.

She stood on the stone steps outside the hall, looking at her shadow at her feet, her eyes gloomy and lingering for a long time.

Suddenly, she realized something, turned her head and saw Xiaohua standing not far away.

"Flower Fairy, I thought you would leave after the New Year, but you haven't left yet."

She changed her expression, putting on a smile to show her friendliness.

"What's wrong? Is there something you need?"

White clouds drifted across the sky, and sunlight rushed down, making Xiaohua's green robe shine. She was no longer as impatient as she had been last time, and her eyes were filled with tranquility.

"I've thought about what you said last time."

Did I say anything last time?

"The truth," Xiaohua said, "I want to know the truth about what happened ten years ago."

Xu Anlu stopped talking and looked up at the sky.

The sky was still clear, but the sunlight was so bright that it was hard to see clearly.

"I see."

She turned around and walked into the main hall.

"If you want to know the truth, come in with me."

The sound seemed to come from near and far, as if in a dream.

"If you have the courage."

--

It's Xu Anlu.

The girl in front of me is Xu Anlu.

"Grand Tutor, you recognize me."

The red-haired girl's soul merged into her body, and in reality, her black hair turned red as well.

Her previously blank expression came alive, as if ice had melted. The girl winked playfully, and her red hair swayed with joy.

"Oh dear, I was hoping to keep up the act a little longer. The Grand Tutor, he's so wicked!"