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

"Now that the overall situation is settled, it's time to embark on our grand path."

Luo Tianyang sat upright on the dragon throne, his gaze steady and firm as he looked at the black-robed man who had suddenly appeared before him, his expression conveying both majesty and composure.

His hands rested naturally on the armrests of the dragon throne, his fingers tapping lightly, as if to show his inner confidence.

"You are wrong! The Great Dao belongs to me, the Emperor."

As the man in black spoke, he slowly removed the black robe that covered his face.

The face that was revealed was exactly the same as Luo Tianyang's, and even their auras were identical.

What's yours is mine.

Luo Tianyang, sitting on the dragon throne, smiled nonchalantly, his smile exuding confidence and composure, with a hint of barely perceptible disdain in the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

His eyes gleamed with composure, as if everything was under his control.

"You are merely a remnant that split off from my body; I am the original, true form."

Luo Tianyang, dressed in black, gave him a cold look, his eyes filled with icy intent, his gaze like a sharp ice blade.

"Don't forget, if you want to truly become an emperor, you absolutely cannot do without my assistance."

Luo Tianyang, seated on the dragon throne, spoke slowly, his expression full of pride. His deep and sharp gaze seemed to pierce through everything, and his tone carried an unquestionable certainty and composure.

"snort!"

Luo Tianyang, dressed in black, snorted coldly but did not utter a word in rebuttal.

Looking back decades ago, he was merely a half-step Great Emperor. The difficulty of becoming a true Great Emperor in the eternal years was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Moreover, if one wishes to attain the position of Emperor in this world, the rules of Heaven will obstruct it and will absolutely not allow it.

Since the difficulties are as numerous as towering mountains, there must be a way to overcome them.

Just as he was wiping out the Black Nether Cult, he inadvertently discovered a mirror that exuded a strange aura.

Hidden within the mirror was a broken, mysterious world, where a mysterious voice quietly told him that it possessed a wondrous method that could help Luo Tianyang truly become an emperor.

Luo Tianyang was no fool, and naturally he would not easily believe in this strange and evil thing.

However, he did not choose to destroy it outright, but instead carefully stored it away.

In the days that followed, every time Luo Tianyang attempted to ascend to the throne of a true emperor, he was ruthlessly blocked by the powerful and majestic aura of the Heavenly Dao.

He racked his brains, tried countless methods, but none of them worked.

In desperation, he once again chose to take out that mysterious and unfathomable mirror.

The mirror mysteriously told him that the origin of the Heavenly Dao of this world had been imprisoned somewhere for tens of thousands of years, and now only some broken and weak traces remained.

He can absorb a portion of Luo Tianyang's original power to form an external avatar, which will help him gradually destroy the aura of the Heavenly Dao.

Furthermore, he was taught a cultivation technique and a meticulously crafted Heaven-Refining Array was set up for him in the Holy Dynasty.

As for the real Luo Tianyang, he needs to find a way to gather all the forces in the cultivation world together in one place.

Then, using that technique, he killed those close to him by blood and activated the great formation to refine all the forces within it.

This technique is none other than the Nine Revolutions Black Lotus Record of Annihilation and Destruction of Emotions, which Luo Shisan cultivates.

The request made by Luo Tianyang on the dragon throne was quite simple: he only asked that after he became emperor, Luo Tianyang help him solve the problems of the Great Dao.

And he would be able to become the Heavenly Dao of this place, which is undoubtedly a seemingly win-win situation.

Luo Tianyang was determined to become emperor. Faced with this enormous temptation, and with thousands of lives on his mind and his own blood relatives, he did not hesitate to choose the former and ruthlessly abandoned the latter.

"Now that the formation is set up, why not make a move?"

Luo Tianyang, dressed in black, frowned deeply, his face ashen, and spoke coldly.

His eagerness and impatience were evident in his tone, as if he was about to lose control of his impulse at any moment.

"No rush, there's another good show outside. Let's watch it before we act."

Luo Tianyang, seated on the dragon throne, smiled slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and spoke leisurely.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, as if he were watching a spectacular show about to unfold.

"Luo Shisan! You really dare to kill me."

At this moment, Gu Yaohua was covered in wounds and her clothes were tattered. Her eyes were wide open, and she roared hoarsely.

She used all her strength and frantically employed various methods to try and stop Luo Shisan.

Luo Shisan's face was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth, as he casually swung the long sword in his hand.

Each swing carries a resolute momentum, and each strike is accompanied by an incomparably sharp sword aura bursting forth.

The sword energy was like lightning slicing through the darkness, carrying a chilling killing intent and ruthlessness, instantly shattering the surrounding air into pieces.

Just as the two were locked in a tense chase, a colossal creature emerged from the ancient chaos, slowly revealing its awe-inspiring form amidst the clouds in the sky.

And with astonishing speed as lightning, it rushed madly toward Gu Yaohua.

Sensing this suddenly appearing powerful aura, Luo Shisan paused slightly in his rapid advance.

Her deep eyes instantly turned icy cold, like a cold star in a freezing night.

He stared unblinkingly at the colossal, awe-inspiring figure, his gaze filled not only with vigilance and caution but also with a barely perceptible hint of solemnity.

Gu Yaohua was so focused on fleeing in a panic that she didn't pay any attention to the slightest changes above.

When she realized that Luo Shisan was no longer relentlessly pursuing her, the tension in her heart finally eased slightly.

However, before she could fully catch her breath, she was enveloped by another terrifying aura, as if it came from the deepest abyss, with overwhelming force.

In an instant, she felt as if the blood in her body had dropped to freezing point, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Gu Yaohua used all her strength and with great difficulty slowly raised her head to look upwards.

Before her stood a colossal figure, as imposing as a towering mountain, its form obscuring the sky and radiating an indescribable sense of oppression.

Looking up at this enormous, suffocating body, one comes into contact with a pair of dazzling, golden vertical pupils.

Those vertical pupils were as dazzling and radiant as the blazing sun hanging high in the sky, their light so intense it seemed capable of burning away one's very soul.

The two dragon horns, adorned with purple and gold, shimmered with a dreamlike light under the brilliant sunlight, shining brightly.

For a moment, Gu Yaohua was convinced that this was the one controlled by the Venerable One.

However, in just a moment, she sensed something was amiss. Although the two bore a striking resemblance in appearance, the auras they exuded were worlds apart.

"So you are Gu Yaohua, the sect leader of the Liqing Sect?"

Before Gu Yaohua could calm down and think things through, she heard the enormous dragon head slowly speak.

The voice was deep and heavy, like a thunderclap suddenly exploding in one's ears, carrying boundless pressure.

The sound waves were so powerful that they made people's minds tremble violently, as if their souls were about to leave their bodies under the impact of the powerful sound waves.

Gu Yaohua was filled with confusion and bewilderment. She had no idea why this dragon cultivator, who exuded a terrifying aura that chilled people to the bone, had come.

Therefore, in that brief moment, her heart was filled with fear and hesitation, and she dared not respond easily.

But Ao Zi had no patience to wait. Her expression was indifferent, and she said coldly, "Since you don't speak, then I'll take that as an admission."

Gu Yaohua: "....."

Just as she was about to explain, a huge and powerful dragon claw shot out with lightning speed, binding her fragile body tightly like an iron clamp.

"Eating you would only taint this body."

Ao Zi held Gu Yaohua to her lips and said coldly, her icy tone seemingly freezing the surrounding air.

At this moment, Gu Yaohua was filled with fear, and she no longer had the chance to speak.

"Only I can take her life!"

Just then!

Luo Shisan's clear, cold voice suddenly rang out, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, and a figure slowly walked towards Ao Zi.

The man and the dragon faced each other directly, their massive bodies contrasting sharply and strikingly with the dragon's tiny, ant-like form.

Ao Zi had actually already taken Luo Shisan's existence into her perception, but she had been holding back and had not taken the initiative to find her.

Now, seeing Luo Shisan walk forward step by step with unwavering determination, Ao Zi couldn't help but let out a ferocious laugh from deep in her throat, saying, "Luo Shisan! I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The laughter was filled with long-suppressed excitement and eagerness.

Hearing this, Luo Shisan's face remained as calm as a still lake, without a ripple, maintaining that unfathomable calm.

However, Gu Yaohua, who was being held tightly by the dragon's claws, couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief at this critical moment.

She was scheming, thinking that if she could get the two of them to fight, she would have a good chance to escape.

However, her idea was far too naive and childish.

Then, she felt her body suddenly gripped by an irresistible force, and before she could react, she exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a dull thud.

Ao Zi slowly released the hideous dragon claw, and blood and bits of flesh mixed together, mercilessly splattering from her palm downwards. The scene was bloody and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

Ao Zi shook her hands vigorously with a look of disgust, as if trying to shake off the stains that she found repulsive.

Then, her enormous form began to undergo a wondrous transformation, turning into countless points of dreamlike purple starlight, their light flickering and leaping, dazzling and captivating.

These lights intertwined and merged, eventually coalescing into a human shape.

When Luo Shisan saw this body that was both familiar and unfamiliar, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck his heart, instantly causing a shockwave.

"Long time no see! Luo Shisan, do you still remember me?"

Ao Zi's expression was indifferent, and her tone was calm as still water.