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

Late autumn of 2374!

The setting sun burned the sky into a long, surging red scroll of rosy clouds, and the molten gold-like afterglow poured down from the gaps in the clouds, coating the entire valley with a hazy amber halo.

As dusk settled over the mountain ridge, Fifth Shushuang's figure stood silently atop the mountain, like a solitary silhouette sketched in ink.

Her eyes, like spring water, gently rippled, reflecting the magnificent sunset. As her gaze shifted, it seemed as if tiny ripples were spreading across the sky.

Beside her, Shen Shuchou leaned against a rattan rocking chair, his pale face hidden in the twilight.

Four years have passed since I hid in this valley in the far west.

During these four years, Fifth Shushuang also crossed the Tribulation and entered the Mahayana stage. Apart from the time he spent cultivating immortality in seclusion, he spent the rest of his time guarding this rocking chair and spending the changing seasons with Shen Shuchou.

She told him in detail about every ray of dawn, every fallen petal, and every winter snowfall in the mountains.

It's just a pity that the sleeping person kept their eyes closed and couldn't hear her soft whispers.

The autumn wind swirled withered leaves, brushing past Shen Shuchou's drooping fingertips. In the rustling sound, there seemed to be a sigh from the void.

Just as the fifth person was gazing at the twilight, the eyelashes of the person in the wicker chair suddenly trembled slightly.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

The faintest heartbeat suddenly pierced the silence of the valley like a drumbeat.

Fifth Book Shuang suddenly turned around, his breath stuck in his throat.

Those eyes she had longed to open day and night were now trembling violently, like candlelight flickering in the wind, making her heart tremble as well.

Shen Shuchou slowly opened his eyelids, his eyes reddening at the corners, and his misty pupils reflected a completely unfamiliar expression.

"Brother Shen..."

Fifth Shu Shuang staggered forward, her voice breaking into trembling syllables.

The other person suddenly chuckled, their hoarse voice carrying a chilling undertone: "Sister, don't you recognize me?"

The fifth book is stuck in place.

Fifth Qinghan leaned against the rocking chair, propping his chin up, his fingertips twirling a withered leaf, his brows and eyes filled with the familiar cold arrogance.

That was clearly Fifth Qinghan, who had disappeared for four years, but the body she was currently inhabiting was that of Shen Shuchou.

"What, does your sister really want me dead?"

Fifth Shu Shuang shook her head slightly and said, "How did you manage to take over Brother Shen's body? Where is Brother Shen?"

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan stood up nimbly, his joints making a slight crack, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Brother Shen died long ago from the sword you stabbed with your own hand."

Then she suddenly approached, her twilight-colored pupils churning with malice, "What you've guarded for four years is nothing but a puppet containing my demonic heart."

During these four years, although Fifth Qinghan could not move, her consciousness could still perceive everything around her.

A cold wind swirled with withered leaves and rushed into Fifth Book's eyes. As she gazed at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, her eyes suddenly burned.

As the setting sun sank below the mountaintop, it cast long shadows of two figures, one tall and one short, one still and one in motion.

"So...Brother Shen, it's really over..."

After a long silence, Fifth Shushuang, filled with endless emptiness and bewilderment, squeezed out these words from his dry throat.

Mentioning Shen Shuchou, even the icy coldness in Fifth Qinghan's eyes softened slightly.

A fleeting sadness surfaced on her brow: "That's right, Brother Shen has already died by your sword."

She paused slightly, as if suppressing her emotions, and continued, "He was able to appear before you four years ago only because my heart was inside him. Now that my physical body is destroyed, I can only wake up again by borrowing Brother Shen's body."

Over the past four years, from those vague clues, Wu Shushuang had actually formed a vague guess in her mind.

But she still longed to hear the exact truth from Fifth Qinghan.

At this moment, when the cruel truth was spoken by the person in front of her, who had Shen Shuchou's body but was controlled by Fifth Qinghan, the last bit of hope in her heart shattered like a bubble.

Her beloved Shen brother truly died by his own sword.

Fifth Shushuang's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and a dull pain spread through her.

After a moment of silence, she raised her head, her eyes filled with determination: "You can't use his body."

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan's lips curled into a mocking sneer as he stared directly into Fifth Shushuang's eyes: "Then kill me! Come on, kill me!"

These provocative words, like a sharp blade, pierced Fifth Book Shuang's heart.

Her hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of the sword at her waist, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The pain and turmoil in her heart surged like a tide, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly in the twilight, as if resonating with her inner struggle.

But in the end, Fifth Shushuang's fingertips still slipped from the hilt of the sword that gleamed with a ghostly light.

She gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before her, the lingering chill in her palms mingling with the evening breeze, stirring up a bittersweet ripple in her chest.

"I can reshape your physical body."

She spoke for the third time.

Fifth Qinghan stood with his back to the setting sun, his silhouette etched into the burning evening glow.

A drop of dark red blood trickled down her pale chin and into her clothes, disappearing in an instant from between her stray strands of hair.

"No need."

Her voice was light and airy.

"This time, I am not you."

Fifth Book's pupils suddenly contracted, and the words that welled up in his throat turned into a silent sigh.

In the distance, the last rays of the setting sun were swallowing the mountains, when Fifth Qinghan suddenly raised his hand, and as his fingertips swept across the void, they tore open a dark crack.

Zheng—

A demonic blade wreathed in black energy burst forth from the sky, its blade shimmering with crimson killing intent through the runes that flowed across its surface.

Fifth Qinghan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his five fingers. The moment the blade sliced ​​through the twilight, the air within a ten-mile radius suddenly froze into ice.

"From the moment we are born, we are already pawns, a force that others want to acquire."

Her voice carried a chilling killing intent, and with each word she spoke, the mountain rocks beneath her feet cracked inch by inch.

"Since that's the case..."

The demonic blade suddenly drew three inches from its sheath, and the sparks that flew out burned scorched grooves into the ground.

"I will then cut all the threads, and with Brother Shen's body, I will use these two swords to completely cleave this game of chess."

Before the words were even finished, a terrifying pressure surged forth like a tidal wave.

The spiritual power of the Fifth Cold Cave Void Realm erupted like a volcano, breaking through the shackles of the Tribulation Transcending Realm in just a few breaths.

Until the pressure of the Mahayana realm solidified into substance, transforming into pitch-black thunderclouds that enveloped the entire sky.

The mountain peak instantly turned to dust under this force, the western valley beneath their feet collapsed with a roar, and everything around them was evaporated into nothingness.

Fifth Shu Shuang gazed at the back of the person in front of her, her red lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something but then stopped, and in the end all her words disappeared into her throat.

Her fingertips unconsciously caressed the hilt of the sword at her waist, the scabbard gleaming with a cold light, as if it might burst forth at any moment.

Meanwhile, in a quiet place shrouded in mist.

"She's awake."

The white-haired old man's withered fingers trembled slightly, and a greedy glint appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"The power of the world's will has matured."

Dan Chi suddenly stood up, his gloomy face growing even more serious.