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

Taihang Mountains!

Shangqing Daozong.

The sunset glowed like blood, the setting sun like fire, dyeing the entire sky crimson.

The wind howled as it swept through the mountains, stirring up clouds of dust.

An old man sat outside the desolate hall, surrounded by broken walls and overgrown weeds.

The once magnificent and solemn palace now has peeling paint, faded vermilion paint, and scattered roof tiles.

The once bustling Taoist temple is now nothing but desolation and death.

The sect behind him was dilapidated, and apart from the old man, there was no one else in sight.

The old man's cloudy eyes stared blankly into the distance, his gaze filled with confusion and melancholy, as if his soul had left his body and he was lost in thought.

Before his eyes, his thoughts seemed to float lightly upstream along the vast and boundless river of time.

The scene before me shifted and changed unpredictably, like a dream.

"This disciple requests permission to descend the mountain."

A clear and resolute voice suddenly rang out.

Feng Yangzi felt a sudden dizziness before his eyes. When he finally regained his senses, he saw a tall young man kneeling on both knees not far in front of him.

"Shen Shuchou?"

Feng Yangzi's heart trembled violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer!

Is this scene, without any bias, exactly the unforgettable moment before Shen Shuchou descended the mountain?

Looking down at himself again, his snow-white Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the powerful and majestic energy of the Tribulation Transcending Realm remained steadily dormant within his body.

"Is it a dream? Or...?"

Feng Yangzi parted her lips slightly, her voice barely audible, and murmured to herself.

"This disciple requests permission to descend the mountain; I hope my master will grant my request."

At this moment, Shen Shuchou's persistent and firm voice rang out again, sounding particularly clear and loud in the quiet atmosphere.

If this is a dream? But why is everything here so vivid?

Every subtle detail, every emotional fluctuation, is so real and tangible, as if you could reach out and touch it.

If it's not a dream, then why make yourself relive it?

Is it a deliberate trick by heaven, or a cruel manipulation of fate?

"Are you sure you want to come down the mountain?"

Feng Yangzi stared intently at Shen Shuchou with deep, unfathomable eyes.

The words that came out of his mouth were exactly the same as before, without any difference.

"This disciple has made up his mind to descend the mountain and experience the world, and hopes that Master will grant his request."

Shen Shuchou's voice slowly rang out, unchanged from before, firm, powerful, and resounding.

"Lift your head and look at me."

Feng Yangzi spoke slowly and calmly.

Then, Shen Shuchou carefully raised his head. His face was incomparably handsome, like a finely carved piece of jade.

Those clear, bright eyes met Feng Yangzi's gaze directly.

Gazing at that face so familiar it was etched into her very being, Feng Yangzi's thoughts instantly drifted into a daze, as if her soul had been ripped away.

Feng Yangzi's gaze was like two torches, fixed on Shen Shuchou. After a long while, he finally opened his lips slightly and said, "Then you should go down the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou suddenly raised his head, a strange light flashing in his eyes, a light that was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, disappearing in an instant.

"This disciple thanks Master for granting my request."

Shen Shuchou said respectfully, thanked him, and then turned to leave.

However, the next second, Feng Yangzi's voice acted like a spell, causing him to suddenly stop.

"No matter how realistic it is, it is ultimately just a grand illusion. No matter how similar you look, you are still not the disciple I have been longing for."

Feng Yangzi murmured to himself, his voice filled with endless loneliness and sorrow.

Why bother?

Shen Shuchou froze instantly, remaining silent for a long while before slowly speaking.

However, the voice was no longer the clear male voice from before, but a cold female voice.

"If you can pretend not to know, you can experience a completely different life. Your apprentice will obediently stay by your side, sparing you the pain of separation, and everything you have lost will return to you."

Shen Shuchou did not turn around and continued speaking.

"I thank Fellow Daoist Meiyan for your kindness, but the past is gone forever and cannot be changed or replaced by this illusory dream."

Feng Yangzi's tone conveyed a sense of open-mindedness and relief, his expression calm yet resolute.

At this moment, he had already clearly guessed the true identity of the "Shen Shuchou" in front of him.

"Alas! It seems that in your heart, your disciple is indeed far more important than me."

Shen Shuchou sighed softly, then slowly turned his head.

Her figure changed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant she transformed into a beautiful woman dressed in gorgeous silk palace attire.

At the same time, the surrounding scenery instantly transformed back into ruins and desolation.

"You really don't want to return to the Xuanqing Sect with me?"

Mei Yan gazed at Feng Yangzi's desolate figure, and a deep and intense pity instantly welled up in her clear and cold eyes.

Since that incident, Feng Yangzi has been wholeheartedly nurturing Yu Shuiwei with her at Xuanqing Sect.

Yu Shuiwei's talent is simply astonishing, a rare talent in the world.

With their joint efforts and meticulous guidance, in just a few decades, he has successfully joined the ranks of the continent's top geniuses, shining brightly and attracting attention.

Several years passed in the blink of an eye, and then Feng Yangzi quietly left without saying goodbye at the crucial moment when she was in seclusion for cultivation.

When she successfully emerged from seclusion, she was shocked to discover that Feng Yangzi had already returned to the Shangqing Dao Sect.

Mei Yan has come to this place more than once, and every time she comes, she sees Feng Yangzi sitting there alone, silent and unnoticed.

Every day is like this, from the first light of day until the deepest darkness of night.

No matter howling winds, torrential rain, or heavy snow and frozen earth, Feng Yangzi always comes to the mountain gate and sits down peacefully.

Although Feng Yangzi never uttered a single word from beginning to end, how could Mei Yan not understand what he was so persistently and steadfastly waiting for?

"Your disciple is indeed more important. Despite my careful disguise, you saw through it at a glance."

Mei Yan gently and slowly sat down next to Feng Yangzi, her tone carrying a hint of unconcealed resentment.

Feng Yangzi simply smiled without speaking. After a long while, he slowly said, "This illusion is so realistic and exquisite; it shouldn't be your doing, right?"

Seeing that he was trying to change the subject, Mei Yan's eyes dimmed slightly, revealing a hint of disappointment. She then slowly said, "This illusion is a rare treasure. It was given to me by that girl, Shui Wei."

The moment Shuiwei was mentioned, Feng Yangzi's originally sorrowful face instantly blossomed into a warm and loving smile, as if a spring breeze had swept over it.

After all, this woman was the only memory and bloodline he left in this world, and Feng Yangzi had always treated her with the utmost care, as if she were his own granddaughter.

"Where is that girl Shuiwei now? This old man hasn't seen her in so long."

Feng Yangzi's voice was full of concern and longing, and her eyes were full of expectation.

"That girl Shuiwei should be in the far northern wilderness right now."

Mei Yan said softly.

"The desolate ancient land? If I remember correctly, that was an extremely dangerous place in ancient times. How could you let Shuiwei go to such a place?"

Feng Yang was instantly horrified.

The desolate land has always been rumored to be an extremely dangerous place, where terrifying events are said to have occurred.

Despite Feng Yangzi's deep concern, Mei Yan appeared completely unconcerned, saying, "Do you and I still have doubts or reservations about Shui Wei's strength?"

"Even so, you shouldn't have let her go so recklessly."

Feng Yangzi remained worried, her brows furrowed tightly, and her expression of sorrow growing even more intense.

"That girl heard the rumor from somewhere that there is something that transcends realms, and that if she can find it, she can go find her father. She set off a month ago, and she has probably already arrived by now."

Mei Yan continued calmly.

Upon hearing this!

Feng Yangzi fell into a long and deep silence.

A cross-boundary entity, searching for its father.

How could that endless longing merely linger in his heart?