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

Cliff of No Regrets.

The sky was gloomy, and the pale moonlight struggled to shine through the gaps in the dark clouds, bringing a faint and cold light to this world.

Bathed in the pale moonlight, Luo Shisan sat upright, his posture as tall and straight as a mountain peak, yet exuding endless loneliness.

She is like a statue standing alone in the world, blending into the desolate cliff.

Beneath her, five black lotuses exuding a terrifying aura slowly rotated.

The air around the black lotus seemed to be distorted by this powerful force, emitting a heart-palpitating fluctuation.

The ripples spread outwards like waves, and wherever they reached, even space itself seemed to tremble slightly.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, or perhaps it was passing by at an eerie speed.

One year! Two years! Three years... The hands of time seem to have lost their way, wandering aimlessly in this chaotic time.

Every year during this period, Luo Shisan would resolutely leave this place, and would only return after a full year.

Her departure was like a star disappearing silently in the night.

Her return is like the first rays of dawn, something to look forward to yet shrouded in mystery.

Each year she returns, one more black lotus flower will bloom around her.

The moment the lotus bloomed, its cold light, like the cold moon in a freezing night, not only absorbed all the surrounding light but also seemed to freeze all the warmth in the world.

Each petal is as delicate as silk, with clear textures, exuding a breathtaking beauty.

Moreover, each additional black lotus that sprouts brings her a significant increase in cultivation level.

The power of growth did not come overnight, but rather gradually accumulated within her body like trickles of water converging into rivers and lakes.

Her aura grew increasingly deep and restrained, like a volcano about to erupt, seemingly calm on the surface but containing boundless power capable of destroying the world.

By the eighth year, the black lotus beneath Luo Shisan had reached its eighth bloom.

At this moment, the aura emanating from her body was like a surging tsunami or a raging hurricane; with just a slight movement, she could change the very color of the world.

That powerful pressure was awe-inspiring, as if anyone who got even half a step closer would be instantly crushed by this force.

At this moment, Luo Shisan still sat quietly on the shore of Wuhen Cliff. A gentle breeze softly blew through her hair, and strands of hair danced wildly in the wind, lifting the hem of her clothes.

Her aura was also changing rapidly at an astonishing speed, like a surging, endless wave, one wave after another, layer upon layer, constantly rising.

next moment!

Luo Shisan slightly raised his beautifully shaped chin, then slowly opened his eyes, which flickered with black flames.

The nine black lotuses swirling around her seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force, and they all shot up towering black flame beads.

The flame beads were like dazzling yet deathly black stars, each radiating a chilling light.

The moment they rose up, the surrounding space was distorted, as if it could not withstand this powerful force.

In an instant!

The sky and earth changed color! The sky, which was already so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it, became even darker, as if it had been completely soaked in endless thick ink, and not a single ray of light could penetrate this heavy darkness.

Wherever this aura touched, vegetation withered and turned to ashes, mountains and rivers crumbled and shattered, and the earth trembled and wailed.

It was as if the death knell of the apocalypse had already tolled, and all things in the world trembled and cowered in endless fear, their souls seemingly gripped tightly by this terrible force, unable to break free.

Luo Shisan slowly stood up, her cultivation rippled outwards like waves, and she had already firmly reached the peak of the Mahayana realm.

That vast and boundless aura was like a surging tide, seemingly capable of easily tearing the entire world apart.

"Nine lotuses reborn, startling heaven and earth; their passionate love destroys the world, and storms rise."

Lotus shadows, heavy and deep, obscure the sun and moon; the rolling red dust turns to ashes in calamity.

Though love has been severed, my heart remains unrepentant; though the world has declined, my will remains unbroken.

When the lotus blooms and the work is accomplished, the heavens will shatter and I will reign supreme.

Luo Shisan parted her red lips slightly and spoke softly.

"No regrets?"

Just as those few words ended, another low murmur suddenly rang in Luo Shisan's heart.

The owner of this voice was none other than Luo Shisan, the original owner of this body.

Eight years ago, after Luo Shisan died in the Holy Dynasty after being struck by the strongest attack from those five people, his body was taken over by another Luo Shisan from the depths of the Heart Abyss.

From then on, Luo Shisan lived in the world from a completely different perspective.

During this time, Luo Shisan tried hard to recall the past, but there was one person she could never remember.

Under Xin Yuanluo Shisan's control, her body has grown into a high-ranking member of the Void God Cult over the long span of eight years.

The methods they employed were so powerful that they were chilling, and so terrifying that they sent shivers down one's spine.

None of the many sects in the world could escape her wanton destruction. Which brilliant genius did not die tragically under Luo Shisan's cold sword?

"If it weren't for me, when would you have been able to reach this supreme realm? Only by being ruthless and without hatred can one achieve the path to heaven."

Luo Shisan's lips curled up in a cold smile, a smile devoid of any warmth, only filled with endless ruthlessness and determination.

"So what are you going to do next?"

The voice in his heart fell silent for a moment before asking.

"kill!"

Luo Shisan's answer was icy cold, as if those two words carried a thousand years of frost that had never melted.

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Meanwhile! Inside the Liqing Shangzong sect.

In a closed room.

"Your Majesty! When will we be able to take action against the Holy Dynasty?"

Gu Yaohua stared intently at the illusory, blurry-faced black-robed figure before her, her eyes filled with reverence, and asked cautiously.

This person is the ultimate mastermind behind the organization, the Void God Cult, and a terrifying being with the same Emperor Realm as Luo Tianyang.

"Wait a little longer."

The man in black robes spoke calmly, without the slightest ripple.

Gu Yaohua frowned slightly, her mind filled with doubt, and asked, "Your Majesty, the Holy Dynasty is currently facing numerous crises and is surrounded by enemies. It is clearly the perfect opportunity for us to make a move. Why should we continue to wait?"

The man in black robes remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking, "The time is not yet ripe, and it is too late."

Gu Yaohua quickly lowered her head and respectfully replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, Yaohua will follow your teachings and understand."

The man in black robes waved his sleeve lightly and said, "You may step back now."

Gu Yaohua bowed respectfully, then turned and left the room.

The room returned to silence, and the figure in the black robe appeared even more unfathomable and mysterious in the darkness.

Then his gaze drifted slightly to a certain spot!

That's the Northern Region!