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

Three years ago, Fifth Qinghan perished before his eyes, but the old man revealed that the part of the world's will she carried had not dissipated, but had fallen into a deep sleep, and had recently shown signs of awakening.

Now, he could only suppress his emotions, follow the old man's instructions to remain still, and wait for the world's will of the Fifth Qinghan to awaken.

And that moment will also be the countdown to the old man taking over his body.

The celestial energy that had been dormant within him for hundreds of years had long since become a fatal hidden danger.

For the old man, a mere thought could easily possess his body.

Meanwhile, deep within the Enlightenment Cliff of the Bright Moon Sword Sect, a figure as aloof as the moon stood quietly.

Her eyes were closed, and her plain white robe fluttered without wind. The wisps of sword intent surrounding her transformed into an invisible net, enveloping her layer by layer.

Before her stood a bottomless abyss of swords, as black as ink. As the sword intent around her grew increasingly fierce, a clear "clang" rang out, breaking the silence.

In an instant, a blinding white light burst forth from the depths of the Sword Abyss, followed by the resounding cries of swords and countless bursts of light.

The next moment, as if summoned, thousands of longswords rose from the bottom of the Sword Abyss and hovered in front of that figure.

Among the swords, broken swords and shattered blades were everywhere, and there were also longswords that had lost all their spiritual energy and were covered in rust.

These are all swords that were destroyed in countless battles by the disciples and elders of the Haoyue Sword Sect, and were eventually buried in the Sword Abyss.

However, at this moment, in front of this figure, these "dead" swords seemed to spring back to life, as if withered trees had been reborn.

Different sword intents burst forth from the sword, and the stirring sword cries echoed for a long time at Wujian Cliff.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of longswords bent slightly towards that figure, as if subjects were bowing their heads.

If other sword cultivators witnessed this incredible sight, they would surely be terrified.

After all, in the hearts of sword practitioners, the sword is their spirit; they would rather shatter than bend their backs.

These swords, stained with blood from killing enemies, now willingly bow down before this figure.

As if sensing something, the figure slowly opened its eyes.

In an instant, a breathtaking scene appeared in his eyes: ten thousand swords resounding together and merging into one.

She immediately activated her cultivation technique, attempting to absorb the boundless sword intent into herself, but the wandering sword intent was like a frightened bird, refusing to approach no matter what.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her sword intent suddenly surged, transforming into a powerful pressure that attempted to forcefully suppress and merge with the sword intent.

However, upon seeing this, the longswords that had just submitted simultaneously extinguished the light emanating from their blades, and like lifeless rotten wood, they all fell into the depths of the Sword Abyss.

Seeing the scattered sword shadows, her expression turned cold. In an instant, she withdrew her sword intent and coldly questioned, "Are you going to keep disrupting my sword heart?!"

The vast Wujian Cliff was filled only with the echoing sound of the wind. Just as her voice faded away, a mocking voice resounded in her heart: "You yourself cannot absorb the essence of this Sword Abyss, so why blame me?"

That extremely sarcastic tone was like a sharp sword piercing the heartstrings, but Shen Xuejian did not back down an inch, retorting coldly: "If it weren't for your interference, who could disrupt my swordsmanship!"

"Perhaps you're not devout enough!"

The voice in my heart carried a hint of mockery, as if deliberately provoking me.

A chill ran through her, and her expression grew increasingly cold: "We were originally one, why are we here?"

After a moment of silence, the voice rang out softly: "One entity? Like Fifth Shushuang and Fifth Qinghan?"

"Their affairs are none of my business."

The voice deep inside her added, "I am Shen Xuejian, the one and only Shen Xuejian, definitely not you!"

The other party seemed utterly enraged: "Do you really think I wouldn't dare touch you? If it weren't for the fact that you are a reincarnation of sword intent in this life, how could I tolerate your insolence!"

Her sword intent surged, her killing intent solidifying into a tangible form. "If you insist on opposing me, I would rather forsake this lifetime's opportunities than fail to annihilate you!"

"Heh... In that case, go ahead and do it."

Shen Xuejian's cold voice rose from the depths of her heart, crushing the other party's threat into dust.

Three years passed quietly, and the figure in her dream finally completely replaced her original consciousness.

At the moment of consciousness shift, memories of past lives surge forth like a tidal wave.

It turns out that she was originally a spirit born from the resentment of ten thousand swords deep within a mysterious sword tomb.

Countless sword intents lie dormant within the Sword Tomb, and from the moment she was born, she absorbed all of these violent powers into her body.

However, how easy is it to completely refine this enormous power?

Absorbing even a wisp of sword intent requires an entire lifetime.

The one currently in control of this body is her first incarnation.

She named herself Mo!

When Mo absorbs a portion of the sword intent, she will fall into a long slumber, but at the same time, a wisp of sword intent will split off to continue absorbing the vast sword intent of the Sword Tomb for her.

The second generation, Yu, was born in response to this need!

When the first life ends and Mo Su awakens, as the main sword consciousness, she will completely devour Yu's power and memories, and transform the newly absorbed sword intent into her own.

As for Shen Xuejian now, she is the third generation of sword intent that split off after Mo devoured Yu—Shang.

This name is both her destiny and a sign of sorrow, end, and destruction.

However, Mo, as the main consciousness, never expected that the third life of Shang would bring about a fatal variable, namely, feelings.

Born from the resentment of ten thousand swords, she should have possessed the purest sword heart, with only a chilling sharpness and the instinct to kill.

But Shang, like a lone star that has strayed from its orbit, unexpectedly developed emotions that should not have existed during the tempering of sword intent.

This affection, like a shackle, tightly bound the power she was absorbing.

The powerful sword intent that should have been refined was violently rejected by the impact of emotions, and could not merge with her origin.

If Mo cannot fully accept the power of Shang, he will never be able to transform into the sharpest being in this world.

If she cannot become this supreme sword, she will be unable to absorb all the sword intent in the world.

This is precisely why, even though Mo used his supreme power to intimidate the myriad swords at the bottom of the Sword Abyss, forcing them to submit, he was never able to truly absorb the immense sword intent contained within them.

A chill ran through Mo Zhou as he heard Shen Xuejian's sarcastic words. His eyes flashed with cold light: "Your laughable affection is nothing but a delusion born of Shen Shuchou!"

Shen Xuejian trembled slightly as images of Shen Shuchou surged through her mind.

A few breaths later, she suddenly looked up and chuckled softly, the corners of her lips curved with pity: "Because I am different from you. You use your sword heart as a shell, sealing yourself in the cold sword intent, while I use my flesh and blood as a furnace, forging a true soul. With a heart, feelings naturally arise."

"Do you know why you can't even completely absorb a trace of sword intent?"

Shen Xuejian suddenly stood up, her gaze piercing through the void, staring directly at the face above that was exactly the same as hers.

In her eyes, it was nothing more than a pale, inky reflection, not her true self.

Mo crossed his arms and sneered like an ice pick piercing the air: "I'd like to hear what kind of twisted logic you, a creature blinded by love, can spout."

Shen Xuejian straightened her back, her black hair swaying gently with the flow of sword intent. She looked into the depths of the Sword Abyss, where thousands of precious swords were emitting low hums and trembling.

"A sword lives because of emotion. Every sword in the Sword Abyss has been tainted by emotion. No matter how cold the blade is, if it is not tempered by emotion, it is nothing but a piece of dead iron."

"You reject emotions at all costs, which may seem pure, but in reality you are cutting off your own path to survival. A sword without emotion can never become the sharpest sword in the world."

"presumptuous!"

Mo suddenly rebuked.

Her icy sword intent became disordered and unstable because of these words.

Only after she calmed her chaotic sword intent did she coldly say, "What a joke! Even without emotion, I can still become the strongest sword in this world. Even without your part of my sword intent, do you think I have no other way?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xue frowned, instantly guessing what Mo wanted to do.

Before she could say anything, a burst of energy cut off their chance to speak.

The other force that Mo desires is also the power of the world's will.