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

The Northern Regions! The Forbidden Abyss of Dragons!

At this moment, an extremely terrifying demonic aura is continuously being released from the bottom of the abyss.

The demonic aura was almost tangible, transforming into billowing black smoke that permeated the entire bottom of the abyss, making the whole place gloomy and terrifying.

Ao Zi stood quietly amidst a dazzling purple light, her figure appearing somewhat hazy in its glow.

Then there was a "click".

It was as if something had cracked open; the sound was crisp yet startling.

Roar!

Immediately afterwards, a deafening dragon's roar suddenly rang out, soaring into the sky.

The sound was like thunder and lightning, like a raging storm, carrying boundless majesty and power, as if it would shatter the entire world.

Then, with a deafening roar, a colossal creature burst forth from the bottom of the abyss with overwhelming force.

Its body was enormous, surrounded by clouds and mist like a veil, dreamlike and ethereal, yet exuding endless mystery and majesty.

Rumble!

Above the sky, thunder roared down, the thick bolts of lightning like raging silver serpents, dancing wildly and tearing through the sky with overwhelming force, instantly illuminating the entire sky as bright as day, the dazzling light making it difficult to look directly at.

The many demonic beasts on the shore were all stunned by the extremely shocking scene before them, speechless and dumbfounded.

Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape, as if they had been frozen in place by a spell, unable to move.

But then, a powerful suppression emanating from the depths of his bloodline swept over him like a surging, overwhelming wave.

This oppressive force was so heavy and so irresistible that all the demonic beasts trembled and prostrated themselves involuntarily.

Even the Xuanjia Golden Lion, known for its strength among the demonic beasts, trembled and kowtowed under this chilling aura. Its once proud head was bowed deeply, daring not to disobey in the slightest.

"This aura... could it be her?"

A bold guess suddenly emerged in the mind of the Golden Armored Black Lion, a guess that shocked even itself!

Its thoughts were instantly pulled back to eight years ago, to the time when a demon cultivator from the Purple Feather Dragon Palace, in full view of everyone, fearlessly chose to leap into the bottomless and extremely dangerous Dragon Forbidden Abyss.

At the time, it thought that this demon cultivator would surely meet a tragic end in this terrifying abyss, leaving no trace of his body.

But now it seems that not only did the other party miraculously survive, but he also gained an extraordinary fortune.

"You old bastard! How long have you imprisoned me?"

Ao Zi's enormous body swirled wildly among the clouds, its purple-gold dragon head filled with rage, its eyes wide open as it fiercely glared down at the bottom of the abyss, roaring like a thunderclap.

"You little girl, I, the old dragon, have been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years without uttering a single complaint, and you are already so furious after only a short time."

The dragon's head at the bottom of the abyss responded with a leisurely smile.

"You are now a genuine Purple-Gold Dragon, enough to make all the demon cultivators in the world bow down to you. It's one thing if you're not grateful to me, but why do you still criticize me so mercilessly?"

The dragon head continued slowly, his words revealing a hint of helplessness and resentment.

The moment Ao Zi realized she could move again, she frantically transformed into a dragon, her only thought being to escape this place as quickly as possible.

Her mind was filled with an intense desire to escape, and she didn't even have time to examine the changes in herself.

With a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, she cautiously probed the area with her divine sense, only to be utterly astonished to discover that her current cultivation level had unbelievably risen to the Mahayana realm.

Even the blood flowing through his body contained a supreme and terrifying energy that chilled people to the bone.

That energy was like a slumbering primordial beast; once awakened, it would surely trigger a cataclysmic upheaval.

"You little brats, if you don't worship now, when will you?"

The dragon's voice boomed like a great bell.

This statement was clearly directed at the demon cultivators of the Dragon's Forbidden Abyss.

All the demon cultivators present heard every word of their conversation, which shocked them greatly.

Unexpectedly, in this dark and deep abyss, seemingly without end, there truly lies a mysterious and unknown being.

They were all firmly suppressed by Ao Zi's powerful bloodline aura, unable to move at all.

The dragon head's words undoubtedly served as a timely reminder to them.

Immediately!

All the demon cultivators looked up at the same time, their gazes fixed on the indistinct, blurry, enormous body in the sky.

They then shouted in unison, "We pay our respects to the Demon Lord!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, grand and magnificent, soaring straight into the sky.

Whether they were demon cultivators still asleep or those who were focused on their cultivation, they were all in the same situation at this moment.

"Go! Old Dragon, I know you've always wanted to do something, and now you're powerful enough. There, someone is waiting for you."

The dragon's voice then drifted out.

During this time, Ao Zi remained silent. Within her field of vision, the demon cultivators of the Dragon Forbidden Abyss were a vast, densely packed crowd, numbering at least eight or ten thousand.

At this moment, they all looked at him with the utmost respect.

With the assistance of this incredibly powerful force, coupled with my own already unparalleled strength, what is there that I cannot accomplish?

Then, Ao Zi turned her gaze back to the enormous dragon head.

His long, flowing whiskers swayed gently, and then a smile full of care and expectation appeared on his face.

"I'll come back to see you after I've finished my business."

Ao Zi spoke each word firmly.

"Never come back, for when you return, the people you once knew will be gone. Little girl, before you depart, I, the old dragon, will give you one last thing."

The dragon head had barely finished speaking!

Suddenly, a crisp clanging sound of chains rang out from his body; the chains that had bound him for so long miraculously came off on their own.

Immediately afterwards, these chains transformed into an extremely sharp longsword, which shot straight toward Ao Zi with lightning speed.

Ao Zi gently extended her jade-like arm and caught the sword steadily with extremely precise technique. Her purple-gold vertical pupils examined it carefully from top to bottom.

The sword was about three feet long, and its blade was as smooth and lustrous as a mirror. Strangely, the other side was a deep, inky black.

"This sword has neither the aura of agility nor the vastness of awe, nor the unyielding spirit of a sword."

Its name is: Yuan Yuan!

"Little girl! You must deliver this sword to the one who truly needs it."

"All helplessness stems from the arrangements of fate."

"You are one of the rings of destiny, and so am I, the old dragon."

"Hahaha! Go ahead! Old Dragon here! Finally, I can enjoy some peace and quiet!"

The words had barely left his mouth!

The enormous dragon head transformed into countless glittering starlight points, slowly disappearing into the depths of the abyss, as if it had never existed.

As she watched the dragon's head slowly disappear into the endless darkness, a melancholy, like smoke and mist, welled up in Ao Zi's heart.

"Destiny! Fate's End!"

Ao Zi stared intently at the longsword in her hand, silently reciting in her heart, her voice seemingly coming from the depths of her soul, carrying endless thoughts and confusion.

At that moment, a strange and indescribable feeling quietly rose in her heart, like a gentle spring breeze brushing across a calm lake, creating ripples.

It was as if there was an invisible bond between her and the sword, and they had become one.

This sword is an extension of her soul, and she is the embodiment of the sword's will.

"Shen Shuchou! Father! Purple Feather Dragon Palace! Luo Shisan! You wait for me."

After forcefully suppressing these complicated thoughts, Ao Zi recited several names one by one in her heart. Each name was like a heavy stone, stirring up ripples in the lake of her heart.

Then, she vigorously swung her huge and majestic body, like a purple lightning bolt, and sped off towards the Holy Dynasty.

The demon cultivators on the earth followed closely behind, like a surging tide.

In an instant, the clouds in the sky surged like a raging storm, the earth trembled violently as if groaning in pain, the mountains shook and the earth trembled, as if the world had changed color.