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

"Who am I?"

As the wind brushed past the stray hairs by her temples, the girl's murmurs sank into her heart.

Sixteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and in my daze, I can still hear the faint whispers echoing from the depths of darkness.

Ever since that night when she was taken out of that dark cage, time began to flow on and on.

The petite figure that once huddled in the corner has now grown into a graceful and elegant young woman.

At this moment, however, she was surrounded by an impenetrable chill, as if she were sinking into a dark abyss where there was no light.

For her, those sixteen years were nothing more than a constant struggle between life and death.

Time and again he swung his sword, staining it with blood; time and again he trembled on the edge of death.

The bone-chilling fear and violence had long since worn her down into a numb shell.

But beneath this frozen landscape, a question remains, like a spark that never dies.

Who exactly is she? And what is the name she forgot?

Accompanying this question is a chaotic memory.

She had a vague feeling that the world shouldn't be like this, and that her sixteen years shouldn't have been spent walking alone in endless killing.

Afterwards, she returned to the original dark cage, but the voice from before was no longer there.

Over the years, she has never stopped searching, in order to fill the gaps in her memory and to find the name that truly belongs to her.

No matter how hard she searched, the clues always slipped through her fingers like sand, and the answer remained hidden deep in the fog.

Each futile search gradually fostered a strange unease in her heart.

Even though she had brushed with death countless times, she had never felt such bewilderment.

This emotion has been accumulating over the past sixteen years, and now it is like a fully drawn bowstring, on the verge of snapping.

Are you scared?

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind.

Qin Hongyi was startled.

The voice was both strange and familiar; it was the echo she had been searching for for sixteen years—the voice that had come from the corner that night.

"You've finally appeared... I've been looking for you for sixteen years."

Her voice was filled with barely concealed excitement, and she immediately turned to walk toward the source of the sound.

But from the sudden surge of darkness behind them, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up.

At the same time, a powerful force, like an invisible shackle, instantly pinned her to the spot.

You shouldn't have contacted me.

From the darkness, the voice slowly responded.

Qin Hongyi was taken aback, then asked, "Why?"

"The person you're looking for is someone else."

The voice in the darkness continued calmly.

"Who is that person?"

Qin Hongyi pressed on, her voice trembling slightly.

"Who is it...?"

A low, repetitive sound came from the darkness, as if someone was pondering the question.

Qin Hongyi gazed into those eyes, her eyes filled with anticipation.

The more he looked, the more familiar those eyes seemed, making his heart clench, yet he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

"Hehehe..."

A low chuckle drifted from the darkness.

"He is an extremely important person to you."

"An extremely important person?"

Qin Hongyi was startled again, then leaned forward urgently. "Then tell me, who exactly is he? Where should I look for him?"

"Three days later, Pingning Town."

The voice in the darkness provided the answer: "You will see him."

"Pingning Town..."

Qin Hongyi silently recited these three words in her heart, and a strange sense of familiarity surged up like a tide, making her body slightly numb.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dense darkness receded at a visible speed, retreating into nothingness like the tide.

Qin Hongyi's heart tightened; too many questions were stuck in her throat.

"Do you know my name? Please tell me!"

She called out to the dissipating darkness, her voice tinged with pleading.

"When this world collapses and the nightmare is torn apart, you will know your name."

A final response came from the darkness.

"But at this moment, neither you nor the sword in your hand should be confined to this place."

"So what should I do?"

Qin Hongyi clenched her fist and asked the last question.

"kill!"

A single word, carrying a chilling cold and a fierce killing intent, exploded the moment the darkness completely dissipated, its echo lingering in the ears for a long time.

Qin Hongyi remained silent for only a moment before a dark figure swept in from afar.

She looked up and saw a middle-aged man dressed in black robes—the very person who had led her down the path of slaughter over the past sixteen years.

"Nightmare, the sect leader has summoned you. Come with me immediately."

The middle-aged man spoke calmly, his gaze fixed on Qin Hongyi.

Nightmare is now Qin Hongyi's name or code name.

In the Blood Demon Sect, names are merely fleeting symbols; every living being could vanish in the next second. Therefore, most people address each other by code names.

"understood."

Qin Hongyi's response was concise, her voice devoid of any emotion.

The middle-aged man's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

For some reason, Qin Hongyi gave him a strange chill at this moment.

It was a kind of intimidating pressure lurking beneath the calm, stronger than any other time I had ever seen her.

He suppressed this sudden thought; Qin Hongyi in front of him was now an extremely terrifying existence.

During those sixteen years, it was precisely because of Qin Hongyi's existence that the Blood Demon Sect was able to rise from an unknown third-rate sect to a second-rate one.

Watching the middle-aged man's departing figure, Qin Hongyi's fingertips twitched slightly, and a long sword gleaming with cold light quietly appeared in her hand.

After an incense stick has burned.

A burst of crimson light suddenly shot into the sky, sweeping across the entire Blood Demon Sect like a raging tide.

The piercing wails mingled with splattered blood, weaving a web of despair above the sect.

Finally, a beam of blood-red light, as condensed as a crimson rainbow, crashed down, completely engulfing the entire mountain gate.

As the blood-red light gradually subsided, a figure slowly stepped out.

Qin Hongyi stood amidst the blood-red afterglow, her red dress now stained even more intensely.

Blood dripped from the longsword in his hand and fell to the ground, splattering fine red marks.

Those calm, unwavering eyes slowly turned north, then transformed into a crimson light and soared into the sky.

Three days passed quietly, like sand slipping through one's fingers.

When Qin Hongyi reappeared, she was standing in a place surrounded by mountains.

At the foot of the mountain, a quiet town sits, namely Pingning Town.

"Will that person who is so important to me be here?"

She gazed at the town below and murmured softly.

Just as my thoughts were drifting away, the town of Pingning beneath my feet was suddenly engulfed by a thick crimson light.

Qin Hongyi frowned sharply as several dark figures stormed into the town.

Those people killed anyone they saw, their attacks were ruthless, and she recognized them at a glance as demonic cultivators.

She was used to killing, but at this moment a strong impulse welled up in her heart, and she wanted to bend down and stop the massacre.

Just as she was about to leap down, a figure suddenly flashed into her field of vision.

She was dressed in pure white, descending gracefully like a startled swan. The newcomer flicked her fingertips, a seemingly casual movement, yet it carried the force of a thunderbolt.

In the blink of an eye, all the rampaging demonic cultivators had fallen to the ground, their lives extinguished.

Only one middle-aged demonic cultivator managed to escape in the chaos of battle and fled in a sorry state into the distance.

The demonic cultivator who had narrowly escaped suddenly caught sight of Qin Hongyi standing in the sky out of the corner of his eye. His fearful face was suddenly replaced by wild joy as he staggered toward her.

"Senior Nightmare! Save me!"

He rushed to Qin Hongyi, his voice trembling with fear.

Qin Hongyi frowned: "You know me?"

"I am Zhu Changhai, an outer sect elder of the Blood Demon Sect, and I have seen Elder Nightmare's imposing figure from afar!"

Zhu Changhai bowed deeply, displaying utmost respect.

"What are you doing here?"

Qin Hongyi spoke calmly, but her heart remained unmoved.

Three days ago, she had personally slaughtered the entire Blood Demon Sect.

Now I'm even more curious about why this fish that slipped through the net ended up here.

"Reporting to Senior, I have heard of a sapling with exceptional talent in this place, and I came here specifically to pick it, but I was blocked by someone. I hope Senior will lend a helping hand!"

Zhu Changhai answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hongyi remained motionless, only uttering a calm, "My name is not Nightmare."

Zhu Changhai was taken aback; these words came out of nowhere and left him bewildered.

But just as he was about to ask further questions, Qin Hongyi's icy eyes swept over him.

In an instant, Zhu Changhai felt his blood freeze and even his breathing stop.

My gut feeling tells me I hate you.

Qin Hongyi's voice was devoid of any warmth, "And you, must die."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp sword blade suddenly magnified in Zhu Changhai's pupils.

As the world spun around him, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the last thing he saw was Qin Hongyi's overwhelming killing intent and the headless corpse that belonged to her.

Crushing Zhu Changhai was as easy as crushing an ant. Qin Hongyi's gaze fell downwards again, but the figure in white had already vanished without a trace.

Her body plummeted down as fast as a shooting star, but as she approached the ground, her gaze was drawn to a small courtyard.

When she saw the blood-soaked ground and the corpses lying in the courtyard, a strange chill suddenly ran through her body, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Her heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the sudden, excruciating pain almost suffocated her.

Even though she was already used to killing, the impact of this scene far exceeded her expectations.

As her gaze slowly moved, Qin Hongyi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Amidst the glaring blood and corpses, a small figure was crawling on the ground, struggling to move forward.

It was a little girl, only a few years old, who was wailing loudly in front of the hellish scene before her.

Her delicate, porcelain-like face was a mess of tears, her little mouth was wide open, and her sobs were hoarse yet filled with heart-wrenching despair.

Looking at that small figure, Qin Hongyi felt a sudden surge of turbulent memories ripple through the blank space in her mind.

Countless vague emotions surged in like a tide: bitterness, fear, despair...

In a daze, she felt as if she had experienced such a scene herself.

Before I could even sort out my thoughts, that figure in pure white appeared in my field of vision once again.

It was the same person who had just killed the demonic cultivator. Qin Hongyi watched as he quickly walked to the little girl's side.

With a look of pity in her eyes, she carefully picked up the child from the ground and gently wiped away the mixture of tears and blood from her face.

Gazing at this scene from afar, Qin Hongyi felt as if something was blocking her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

An indescribable emotion surged up, a bittersweet feeling mixed with a strange flutter in my heart.

A voice deep inside her told her with absolute clarity that the person before her was the one who was of utmost importance to her.

Just as Qin Hongyi was about to step forward and see the person's appearance clearly, the figure in white in her field of vision had already carried the little girl and slowly walked out of the courtyard.

"No... I don't want to leave..."

She wanted to speak up to stop them, but the three words seemed stuck in her throat, and she had to use a lot of effort to squeeze them out.

Even more bizarrely, her consciousness was being dragged by an invisible force, sinking into the boundless darkness.

Qin Hongyi tried her best to resist, but she couldn't stop the overwhelming drowsiness that washed over her; her eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

Just as darkness was about to completely engulf her, the figure in pure white seemed to sense something and suddenly turned to look in her direction.

boom--

When that one glance met her eyes, Qin Hongyi felt her mind explode, and countless fragmented images flashed before her eyes.

A tear slid down my cheek without warning, and in the depths of my mind, a vague name surfaced in my heart.

Before they could even grasp it, their consciousness was completely engulfed in darkness.

In the vastness of the world, only the silence of her falling into nothingness remained.

Suddenly, a faint voice echoed in the void, carrying a hint of pity and a touch of mockery: "This nightmare of reversed time and space, we meet again, Qin Hongyi. How will you break this game? Will you kill him again, or... kill yourself?"