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

A chilling glint pierced the clouds; countless sword lights, like crimson rainbows, tore through the sky, dyeing the world a cold, silvery white.

In this world shrouded by countless sword lights, Fifth Shu Shuang, dressed in white, resembled a lone goose in the snow.

Under the combined attack of the four opponents, she retreated step by step, each step crushing the sand beneath her feet.

The white robes fluttered like withered leaves in the wind under the ravages of the sword, and the several tears added to the desolation and bleakness.

Although her current strength is extraordinary, enough to rival Si Bai, who is at the Void Realm.

However, faced with the relentless onslaught of the other three, he gradually began to feel the strain.

"Fifth Book Double, surrender without resistance."

Amidst the sword shadows, Si Bai's voice was like an icy blade in the cold night, chilling yet carrying an undeniable majesty.

The next moment, a cold sword light grazed her cheek, and her black hair fell like snowflakes.

Faced with the increasingly fierce and surging attacks of the four, Fifth Shu Shuang was slightly disheveled.

Her hair was scattered messily across her face, but her eyes remained calm and undisturbed, showing no sign of fear.

Her hand, gripping the sword hilt tightly, had knuckles that were slightly white, but there was no tremor or loosening of her grip.

But the next moment, the sword in her heart, which had fallen into the abyss of demons, began to spin wildly like a trapped beast.

The sound of the sword's cry, like rolling thunder, reverberated continuously in her heart.

At the same time, the blood in her body was like a lit fuse, causing her meridians to buzz.

Fifth Book's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes churning with turbulent emotions, but were instantly frozen by the chilling killing intent.

Only that person can make the sword that has fallen into the abyss of demons turn and resonate with the bloodline to enter this battlefield.

"Hmph! You dare to get distracted."

Si Bai sneered coldly as he pierced through the sword net, his figure teleporting there like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand, imbued with the pressure of the Void Realm, transformed into a hundred-foot-long cold light and slashed down.

At the critical moment, Fifth Shushuang suddenly raised his sword to block, and the two swords collided with a sharp sound like metal clashing against stone.

"Clang!"

With a deafening roar, Si Bai was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. Blood gushed from his tiger's mouth and trickled down the spine of the sword, causing the entire longsword to tremble violently out of control.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "How could this be!"

Just moments ago, he was being suppressed and forced to retreat by the four people, but now the power he unleashed was enough to knock him back with a single sword strike!

Until he saw the dark patterns surging in the eyes of the Fifth Book, and the pitch-black sword energy surrounding his body.

Si Bai's pupils constricted sharply; he had actually fallen into demonic possession!

Once a sword cultivator falls into the demonic path, not only can they break through the shackles of their realm in a short time, but they will also unleash terrifying combat power far beyond reason.

"Attack together!"

Si Bai roared, and the remaining three instantly formed a sword formation, with all four longswords simultaneously unleashing blinding light.

"kill!"

The four sword beams suddenly merged, like a silver dragon breaking through the clouds, and crashed down with a devastating force.

Fifth Shu Shuang stood still, his dark eyes expressionless, until the moment the cold light touched his body, he casually swung his sword.

The seemingly ordinary sword move unleashed a torrent of sword energy the moment it was drawn, like a reversed Milky Way, colliding violently with the silver dragon in the sky.

The two forces are locked in a stalemate, creating a strange balance.

The two forces collided and it was difficult to determine the winner in an instant; now it was a contest of their true inner strength.

Even though the Fifth Book Double's strength increased dramatically due to his demonic possession, he still couldn't withstand the combined power of the four.

As time passed, the silver sword light gradually gained the upper hand, pressing down on her body until the tip of the sword almost touched the ground.

Seeing this, Si Bai's lips curled into a smug smile.

However, before his smile could fully unfold, his pupils suddenly contracted as if he had seen a ghost. Behind Fifth Shushuang, another identical face appeared.

Those eyes were as cold as ice, even more sinister and ruthless than Fifth Book's, and the aura emanating from them was terrifying.

"Sister, you seem to be struggling. Do you need my help?"

Her giggles were like a viper's hiss, and her warm breath brushed against my ear, carrying a chilling intimacy.

The fifth book remained unmoved, its contents as still as water.

The voice grew increasingly sinister: "Heh... my dear sister, you do deserve to die, but you can only die by my hand."

Before the words were even finished, the face transformed from a phantom into a physical form and slowly stepped out.

She held a jet-black demonic blade in her hand, its blade shimmering with an eerie, ghostly light, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

The demonic blade was raised lightly, like a dark moon rising into the sky, slashing out with overwhelming force.

"boom!"

The world was plunged into darkness in an instant, as if swallowed whole by a giant beast.

Si Bai was plunged into complete darkness, and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Just then, a pair of cold eyes emerged from the depths of darkness, staring straight at him.

"What... exactly are you?"

Si Bai's voice trembled as he forced a shout.

"You've been looking for me for so long, and you don't even know who I am?"

The shadowy figure curled a maniacal smile and let out a piercing laugh.

Si Bai was startled and blurted out, "You are the Fifth Qinghan! The other half of the world's will?"

Although he had heard from the sect that the incarnation of the world's will was two people, he had only met Fifth Shushuang. He had never met the other one, only heard of her name, and never expected her to be so terrifying.

"Snap!"

It was as if the crisp sound of breaking bones of heaven and earth tore through the void, and the bodies of Si Bai and the other three shattered like glass in the dark light of the sword.

Flesh and blood, imbued with sword intent, turned to dust and dissipated beneath the dark sky.

Fifth Qinghan did not linger; he flipped his demonic blade and aimed straight for Fifth Shu's throat.

Fifth Book Shuang was prepared, and his longsword, imbued with the savage killing intent of his demonic possession, slashed out with a thunderous roar.

The two forces collided with a tearing sound like ripping silk. The surging flesh and blood mixed with sword energy exploded, and the darkness that had just covered the sky was torn apart by this earth-shattering collision.

Daylight poured down again, only to find that Fifth Book Shuang had been pierced through the body by the demonic blade, and was pinned to the ground.

Fifth Qinghan stepped on her shoulders, his superior posture resembling that of a demon god who held the power of life and death.

Don't look at me like that!

Fifth Qinghan suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, her hair flying wildly, her eyes reflecting her sister's blood-stained face. "You killed Brother Shen! Even a thousand cuts wouldn't be enough to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Her roar was filled with deep-seated resentment, and the demonic blade trembled slightly, as if echoing this bone-deep hatred.

"hehe……"

Fifth Book's blood-stained lips curled into a cold smile.

The smile was colder than the demonic blade that pierced her body, yet it inexplicably sent a chill down Fifth Qinghan's spine.

"My dear sister, what are you laughing at?"

Fifth Qinghan suddenly grabbed the other person's blood-stained collar.

"Qinghan, from childhood to adulthood, your older sister has always wanted to protect you."

Fifth Book Shuang let the other party do as they pleased, but her gaze pierced through the blood-red sky, landing deep in her memories as she continued, "What I have, you should also have; what I can obtain, you should also possess..."

"Shut up!"

Fifth Qinghan suddenly roared.

"Why! Why do we look exactly alike, but you're the only legitimate one! Everyone, including my parents, treats me like your shadow, even Brother Shen..."

Her voice suddenly became sharp, like a trapped beast whose most sensitive spot had been touched.

"Why is it that even his gaze only follows you!"

Fifth Shu Shuang listened quietly to her screams, then suddenly raised her hand, her fingertips hovering above the other's trembling cheek, but ultimately fell powerlessly.

"I've upheld my duties as an older sister for so many years, only to realize it at the very end..."

A broken sob escaped her throat, and tears mixed with blood fell to the ground.

"You destroyed everything with your own hands, Qinghan, I hate you..."

The word "hate," sung with burning hatred, exploded like a thunderclap, and Fifth Qinghan abruptly released her grip.

She staggered back half a step, a sudden, tearing, dull pain shooting through her chest.

For many years, she reserved the tenderness that belonged only to Fifth Shushuang for Fifth Qinghan.

But Fifth Qinghan merely observed these subtle acts of warmth with indifference, never truly taking them to heart.

What she cared more about was the whispers and gossip behind her back.

These venomous words gnawed at her heart day after day, planting twisted seeds in the shadows.

She took all the kindness that Fifth Shushuang showed her for granted as charity.

Standing atop Fifth Shu Shuang, her eyes blazed with boundless hatred, and the demonic blade in her hand was ready to crush the person before her at any moment.

In her biased mind, it was her older sister who stole all the family's favor, as well as Brother Shen's burning gaze.

But when the fifth book was filled with tears of blood, it said, "I hate you."

The overwhelming resentment that had once filled those gentle eyes struck her like a heavy hammer, slamming into the deepest, most hidden corner of her heart.

"Kill me."

Fifth Shushuang tilted his head back, the bloodstains on his neck still seeping blood, but he revealed a relieved smile.

Fifth Qinghan's killing intent suddenly froze, and the demonic blade trembled slightly in his palm: "Are you truly not afraid of death?"

"If I could kill you, I would have done it already. Unfortunately, I lost, so let's do it."

The fifth book's voice was both hoarse and calm.

"If I kill you... I'll truly be all alone."

His tone, which had been violent and manic just moments before, now carried a hint of confusion and helplessness.

At this moment, a pair of invisible eyes were fixed on this scene.

Shen Shuchou's soul trembled violently in the void. He knew all too well that if Fifth Qinghan really did kill him, the world wills of the two of them, which shared the same origin, would inevitably cause a backlash.

At that time, not only will Fifth Shu Shuang be annihilated, but Fifth Qing Han will also suffer the same fate of being destroyed in both body and spirit.

"Brother Shen..."

Fifth Qinghan suddenly murmured, her voice carrying a childlike vulnerability, "What should I do?"

Just then, I heard the sound of regular footsteps.

The two figures turned their heads at the same time, their pupils contracting sharply the moment they saw who it was.

Shen Shuchou walked slowly into view, but the aura emanating from beneath his pale mask was chilling.

He raised his hand and removed the mask, revealing the face that should have been forever asleep beneath the sword.

Fifth Shu Shuang froze, the figure she had pierced with her own hand overlapping with the person in front of her, almost making her doubt that it was an illusion.

Fifth Qinghan was struck dumb. Shen Shuchou was now a part of her, and he could never act independently without her permission!

Shen Shuchou seemed oblivious to their shock and slowly walked between them.

His icy fingertips gripped both women's wrists simultaneously, forcibly intertwining their bloodied hands with the knife-wielding hand.

After Shen Shuchou clasped their hands together, time seemed to stand still.

Throughout the entire process, the two women never took their eyes off that face for even a moment, and after doing all this, Shen Shuchou suddenly stood still in place.

"What's going on? Qinghan, Brother Shen isn't...?"

Fifth Book Shuang's voice trembled.

Fifth Qinghan did not respond, her trembling hand slowly pressing against Shen Shuchou's chest.

There, where her self-centered demonic heart should have been pulsating, there was no resonance whatsoever.

She suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh tinged with a metallic sob, "Sister, did I lose... or was I wrong from the very beginning?"

"This heart is clearly mine, so why... why can't it feel my hatred?"