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

On the other side, Shen Shuchou, carrying Fifth Shushuang, sped along like lightning, without stopping for three days and three nights.

Finally, they stopped in the mountains of the far west.

Since being seriously injured that day, Fifth Shu Shuang had fallen into a coma on the way, her pale face still covered with dried blood scabs.

Shen Shuchou gently laid her flat on the moss-covered bluestone, gathered his true energy at his fingertips, and slowly pressed it against her heart.

The Fifth Qinghan's Sole Demonic Heart resides within him, and this pulsating demonic core is continuously releasing immense power.

Although Fifth Qinghan's physical body has turned to ashes, as long as her demonic heart remains, her will will not perish.

At this moment, a faint wisp of divine consciousness was lurking within.

True energy seeped into the fifth meridian like a trickle, and the broken tendons healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pale skin gradually regained its color.

When the last bit of his true energy was exhausted, Shen Shuchou collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

Time flies like an arrow; several months have passed in the blink of an eye.

The biting winter wind swept in, and snowflakes fluttered down from the valley, falling like countless pieces of jade.

Layer upon layer of pristine white snow blanketed the entire valley, enveloping it in a silvery expanse, the cool hues adding to its solitude.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, Fifth Shu Shuang, dressed in white, stood quietly.

She was like a fairy in the snow, aloof and proud.

Her slender fingers gently pinched a falling snowflake, and in her eyes, colder than ice and snow, churned thoughts that no one could understand.

It seems as if they are reminiscing about the past, or perhaps pondering the road ahead.

In fact, she had already woken up several months ago.

She silently stayed by Shen Shuchou's side, and in this desolate valley, her waiting became a long song of time.

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Spring goes and autumn comes, the mountain streams freeze and thaw, the snow-covered mountains are covered with new green, and several seasons pass quietly.

As the third spring snow melted in the warm sunshine, the long-silent valley suddenly trembled.

A sword aura pierced the sky and shot up, startling the crows perched on the ancient pine trees into scattering and fleeing.

A dazzling white light, accompanied by a sword cry like a dragon's roar, swept across the entire valley like a raging tide.

As the light gradually dimmed, a figure in white emerged from the void, with fine dust of light swirling around the hem of the robe.

The man's black hair flew like a waterfall, and his sword-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed, revealing a sharp sword intent. The aura surrounding him seemed to possess the power to destroy the world.

After three years of secluded cultivation through cold winters and hot summers, Fifth Shu Shuang's cultivation level has been completely transformed.

He broke through layer upon layer of shackles from the Integration Realm, reaching the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, just one step away from the Mahayana Realm.

As the embodiment of the world's will, with each increase in her cultivation level, the power of the world's origin becomes more stable, and her cultivation speed increases by leaps and bounds.

Now, although she has reached the Tribulation Transcending Realm, she still cannot leave this place because her heart has not yet started beating.

During these three years, the search for the two by various sects outside never stopped.

Perhaps due to the inherent protection of the world's will, the whereabouts of the Fifth Book Double have always remained shrouded in mystery.

However, as she broke through to the Tribulation Realm, this barrier that concealed the secrets of heaven was quietly dissipating.

Unlike other forces, the mysterious Death Court suddenly disappeared in the past three years, like a giant python lurking in the darkness, quietly waiting for the Fifth Book to reappear.

Meanwhile, the Haoyue Sword Sect also changed hands over the past three years.

Shen Xuejian broke through several realms in three years and ascended to the position of sect leader of the Sword Sect with the appearance of a Mahayana Sword Immortal, taking charge of this holy land of swordsmanship.

The cultivation world is in turmoil because of one name, and everyone is holding their breath waiting for the fifth book to reappear in the world.

She, however, was like a giant beast lurking in the abyss, knowing all of this clearly.

The moment she steps out again, this game of pursuit that has lasted for years will finally see a reversal of identities.

At this moment, in the deepest forbidden area of ​​the Court of Death, the candlelight flickered like ghostly eyes.

Dan Chi and the white-haired old man sat facing each other at a blue stone table, where black and white chess pieces crisscrossed like a battlefield.

"Her breathing became clearer."

The old man's withered fingers picked up a black stone.

"In just three years, the very essence of the world's will has become so stable."

Before the words were even finished, the black piece slammed onto the chessboard with a "thud," cutting off the white piece's escape route like a sharp blade.

Dan Chi frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He remained silent for a long time, then picked up the white piece with two fingers as if holding a sword, and the moment the piece was placed, it brought with it a faint light.

The pieces landed steadily near the center point. The seemingly random arrangement, however, deftly neutralized all of Black's killing moves, and the situation on the board suddenly reversed.

The old man's lips curled into a smug sneer, his eyes filled with malice: "She's nothing but a lingering survivor. So what if the origin of her world's will is stable? This power will fall into my hands sooner or later."

After saying that, the black piece in his hand fell to the board like a shooting star, precisely cutting off the last chance of the white piece to survive, and the outcome was decided.

Dan Chi's gaze swept over the deadlock, and he sighed slightly. Although he felt unwilling, he accepted the defeat with equanimity.

Having immersed himself in the world of Go for many years, this was his second defeat.

The first time, he overturned the chessboard; this time, he was defeated by the old man before him.

After all, the one before them was a special being formed from the condensed energy of the Heavenly Dao.

He knew that although the old man possessed some of the power of the Heavenly Dao, he was not the true Heavenly Dao.

The Way of Heaven is the shackles and rules of this world, maintaining order in the operation of the world.

The World Will is the origin of this world's existence, and its power surpasses that of the Heavenly Dao.

Once upon a time, the world's will collapsed, triggering a chain reaction of collapses in the Heavenly Way.

The old man was born from a fragment of the collapsed Heavenly Dao, and therefore he possessed a small portion of the Heavenly Dao's power.

As time went by, a huge ambition slowly grew in the old man's heart.

His vision was no longer limited to becoming a new Heavenly Dao; that seemingly supreme position could no longer satisfy his desires.

What he coveted was the immense power to merge with the will of the world, attempting to use it to control the operation of the entire world and become the one who truly transcends everything.

At that time, the world's will was also in a state of chaos due to its collapse, but even so, the primal suppression prevented the old man from taking action himself.

Moreover, at that time, his strength was far from sufficient.

So he wandered the world of cultivation, trying to find a vessel to integrate his power of the Heavenly Dao.

Not just anyone can become this container; one must possess exceptional qualifications.

Finally, after countless years, he awoke from a deep sleep and sensed the body that could contain his power of the Heavenly Dao.

That person was none other than Shan Chi of the Death Court.

Back then, the Danchi clan was embroiled in a brutal struggle for the position of Death Court.

In that conspiracy, his wife, Lan Ruoxin, tragically died from an assassination attempt.

Only a wisp of his soul remained, imprisoned in the netherworld, suffering endless torment.

Although Shan Chi later killed his enemy and avenged his death, the dead could never be brought back to life, and Lan Ruoxin's death became an unhealable wound in his heart.

It was at this moment that the old man approached him and proposed a deal.

The old man promised that as long as Shan Chi helped seize the world's will, he would resurrect the person Shan Chi desired.

This was like a ray of dawn suddenly appearing in the darkness, illuminating Shan Chi's despairing heart.

Dan Chi agreed to the old man's request almost without hesitation.

At that time, he only had the hope of reviving his wife, and he didn't think much about what the old man meant by the will of the world.

With the help of a portion of the old man's Heavenly Dao power, Shan Chi's cultivation level increased rapidly, like a rocket, and he successfully reached the Mahayana realm.

Afterwards, relying on this powerful strength, he firmly took the position of Lord of the Death Court.

Subsequently, the old man also fell into a deep sleep after sacrificing a portion of the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Time flies, and three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

When the old man awoke again, he gave Shan Chi an order for the first time: to go to Yunzhou and capture a pair of young girls.

After saying this, the old man fell asleep once again.

At first, Shan Chi didn't take the matter to heart. He thought that capturing a pair of ordinary girls was just a trivial matter and that he didn't need to take action himself.

So he simply handed the task over to his subordinates.

However, the gears of fate also began to turn.

On that snowy day, Shen Shuchou appeared as if he had fallen from the sky.

He appeared before the girl and claimed to be her husband.

When Shan Chi learned of this news, he didn't pay much attention to it, nor did he rush to bring the Fifth Sister back.

He had his own plans in mind, thinking of having Shen Shuchou take them first.

When the time is right, he will make his move and take control of everything.

However, things took an unexpected turn, deviating from his intended course.

Today, the Death Court is universally condemned in the cultivation world and has become the target of public criticism.

Despite the uproar from the outside world, Shan Chi coldly sneered.

In his view, those sanctimonious monks were nothing more than using the banner of justice to engage in greedy and plundering activities, and they were no different from him.