After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

Green mountains and verdant hills, layer upon layer of peaks, undulating and continuous.

The blazing sun hung high in the clouds, its intense rays shining down on the vast earth without reservation, as if gilding everything in the world with a dazzling golden edge.

At the foot of a mountain range, a person was moving at high speed, his long black robe fluttering in the wind, which made his figure appear even more agile.

This person was none other than Shen Shuchou.

His handsome face now showed signs of fatigue.

After leaving Jiyue City, Shen Shuchou traveled through the mountains and forests to avoid being noticed.

It has been a month since I left Jiyue City.

The time was neither long nor short, but during this period, Shen Shuchou was like a headless fly, completely lost.

It was impossible to determine the exact location of the Purple Feather Dragon Palace.

"Where exactly do you live?"

Shen Shuchou stopped beside a jagged rock, his brows furrowed.

"I think it's in this direction."

The phantom of Ao Zi in her heart scratched her head slightly, looking uncertain and confused.

"This is the fourth time you've pointed me in the right direction. Don't you even know where you live?"

Shen Shuchou looked helpless, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

"I...I forgot...Don't be impatient!"

Ao Zi pinched her little face, pouted slightly, and spoke in a soft voice, with a hint of grievance.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou couldn't help but rub his forehead slightly, a deep sense of helplessness welling up in his heart, and for a moment he didn't want to speak.

Over the course of a month, the two, though unable to meet face-to-face, have become extremely familiar with each other through daily interactions.

Shen Shuchou already knew everything about her background.

Ao Zi, the beloved darling of the Purple Feather Dragon Palace, has lived for over five hundred years.

She was a powerful demon who had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, but in reality, she spent most of her life in the Purple Feather Dragon Palace.

In addition, her original nature was pure and innocent, and she had never been tainted by any evil thoughts of the world, so she always maintained a childlike and innocent personality.

This rare and unexpected appearance was relentlessly pursued by a group of cultivators, who chased him all the way to Jiyue City.

Shen Shuchou could roughly guess the identities of those people.

They are most likely members of the Void God Cult, and their aim is probably to use Ao Zi as a bargaining chip to force the Purple Feather Dragon Palace to join them in fighting against the Holy Dynasty.

Ao Zi's dragon form is now firmly controlled by the Void God Sect, and the only person she can rely on right now is Shen Shuchou.

But she doesn't seem very bright, which has led to this frustrating situation.

During the brief respite the two had taken, a pair of sinister eyes were fixed intently on them from a dark corner.

This is exactly what Gu Yaohua sent to follow him.

When Shen Shuchou absorbed the dragon's breath that day, he naturally left his aura there.

Gu Yaohua is also a powerful figure at the Mahayana Realm, with unfathomable cultivation and great supernatural abilities.

For her, capturing that lingering, subtle scent was an easy task.

Based on the faint traces left by Shen Shuchou, she accurately deduced his route.

On the second day after Shen Shuchou left, the Void God Cult launched a massive attack on Jiyue City with overwhelming force. Their offensive was fierce and caught everyone off guard.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the massive city of Jiyue was breached.

The city was in chaos, with cries and shouts of killing mingling together, like a living hell.

At this time, inside the Liqing Shangzong sect.

Gu Yaohua, dressed in an elegant Taoist robe, stood tall and straight atop the towering mountain.

Her cool gaze was fixed on the direction of the Holy Dynasty.

"Luo Tianyang! This time, I will make sure you are utterly destroyed, body and soul."

She clenched her teeth, her voice filled with endless hatred and determination.

Behind her, Luo Qingchuan and Gu Nan were arm in arm, looking extremely intimate.

Upon seeing this, Gu Yaohua's eyes turned slightly cold, a hint of barely perceptible dissatisfaction flashing in her clear gaze, but she ultimately said nothing.

"How is it?"

Gu Yaohua remained indifferent, then asked in a calm voice, as still as an ancient well.

"Our people have been following Shen Shuchou."

Luo Qingchuan hurriedly and respectfully replied, his face full of caution.

"Has Thirteen come out yet?"

Gu Yaohua nodded slightly, her expression still indifferent, and then asked Luo Shisan.

"Thirteenth Sister is still in the illusion and hasn't come out yet."

Luo Qingchuan continued.

Since returning a month ago, Luo Shisan has been thrown into an illusion by Gu Yaohua.

In the illusion, Luo Shisan will retrace her path with Shen Shuchou, but her experiences will differ from those in reality.

In the first half of his life, Luo Shisan will be deeply intoxicated by an unprecedented sweetness.

At the same time, this extreme sweetness acted as a powerful catalyst, further stimulating and amplifying the desires in her heart, making them surge like a raging tide.

As for the environment in which Luo Shisan was situated, it was entirely drawn from the most secret and tender corner of her heart.

That was the embodiment of her deepest desires, the projection of her thoughts.

However, in the latter half of his life, under the powerful influence of the illusion created by Gu Yaohua, the burning passion in Luo Shisan's heart will gradually cool down and deteriorate due to Shen Shuchou's various changes, step by step transforming into a bone-deep hatred.

This hatred will only spread like a poisonous vine, constantly expanding and ravaging until finally, this surging hatred completely engulfs lust, leaving no trace.

Only when she personally strangles Shen Shuchou and releases this intense hatred will she have a chance to awaken from this prison-like illusion.

However, if Luo Shisan is unable to successfully overcome her lust, she will forever be trapped in this illusory world, unable to escape, and forever fall into the abyss of darkness.

"Thirteen! You absolutely mustn't let me down."

Gu Yaohua lowered her head slightly and murmured to herself in a low voice.

The moment she finished speaking!

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire sect.

The scream was heart-wrenching, like a cuckoo weeping blood, filled with endless pain and despair, echoing in every corner of the sect, making people tremble with fear.

Gu Yaohua's face lit up with joy. She hurriedly looked up and saw several black lotus phantoms slowly emerging in the sky.

The black lotus phantom appeared and disappeared, exuding a mysterious and eerie aura.

And that chilling sound just now came from there.

Gu Yaohua's figure vanished instantly; she knew that Luo Shisan had succeeded.

In the illusion, Luo Shisan was like a blood-soaked demon, her body covered in bloodstains, the shocking red staining her clothes.

Her face was extremely contorted, every line seemingly telling of endless pain and struggle, making it unbearable to look at.

Several corpses lay around her, including Ao Zi, Luo Shisi, and even Qing Yu.

Under the influence of the illusion, all the women who had contact with Shen Shuchou became nourishment for the seeds of hatred in Luo Shisan's heart.

This made her subconsciously believe that it was because of their appearance that Shen Shuchou had changed.

"younger brother......"

Luo Shisan stretched out a hand with difficulty, the hand trembling incessantly, filled with endless longing and reluctance, and gently stroked Shen Shuchou's pale, bloodless face.

That light touch of fingertips seemed to carry a thousand words, and also seemed to be trying its best to convey the last bit of warmth.

"Luo Shisan! I have never been your brother, and I have never loved you."

The Shen Shuchou in the illusion had a cold expression, his icy demeanor like solid ice that had never melted in a thousand years.

The merciless words that escaped his lips were like sharp daggers, piercing Luo Shisan's heart.

"No, no, how could you not love me? I love your brother so much."

Luo Shisan gently cupped Shen Shuchou's face in his blood-stained hands and shouted hoarsely.

"By the way...we also have a son and a daughter, they're both here, how could you not love me?"

Luo Shisan seemed to suddenly remember something, and abruptly turned around and pointed to the side, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

There stood a pair of young children, holding hands, their small figures appearing so frail.

However, his expression was extremely cold, just like Shen Shuchou's, devoid of any warmth.

"That's fake."

Shen Shuchou spoke calmly, his voice as cold and emotionless as a machine.

boom!

Upon hearing this!

Luo Shisan's incessant chatter stopped abruptly, as if time had frozen at that moment.

She was struck dumb, standing there blankly, the last glimmer of light in her eyes instantly extinguished, leaving only endless emptiness and bewilderment.

"What...did you say...?"

Luo Shisan staggered backward, his face filled with astonishment and fear.

"That's fake."

Shen Shuchou remained expressionless, mechanically repeating the previous sentence in a cold and resolute tone.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Luo Shisan shook her head frantically and screamed hysterically, refusing to believe what she was hearing.

She turned to look at the two young children, stretched out her hands, and said in a trembling but tender voice, "Little ones, Xing'er, come to your mother."

"They're all fake."

To Luo Shisan's surprise, the two children didn't move an inch. Moreover, they spoke in unison.

Those childish voices overlapped, yet they were like the coldest sword in the world, mercilessly piercing Luo Shisan and delivering the fatal final blow.

At that moment! The flames of passion and love that had once burned in her heart were instantly extinguished.

An extremely deep, extremely cold, and extremely intense hatred was arrogantly growing and expanding in the depths of her heart.