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

boom!

A crack appeared in the dark sky, and a mangled body burst out from it.

The old patriarch of Tianji Pavilion looked terrified, as if he had experienced something horrific.

At this moment, it was like a dog with a broken spine, frantically fleeing into the distance, its entire lower body cut up and covered in blood.

They didn't dare look back even for a moment; if they died, they were all dead.

Four out of the five people died, and the magical artifacts of each race were shattered in the process.

That figure, like a demon descending to earth, was terrifying; with a mere wave of his hand, he possessed overwhelming power.

The battle in the mirror world lasted less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and the five of them were completely overwhelmed the entire time.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, it wouldn't just be his lower body that disappeared by now.

The old patriarch of Tianji Pavilion had his pre-battle confidence shattered, and his heart was filled with gray despair.

He had never seen such a terrifying person before; five Mahayana cultivators were crushed to death with a mere wave of their hand, like ants.

The patriarch of Tianji Pavilion doesn't want to deal with so many trivial matters right now. With his current vitality, he can sleep for another thousand years. He only wants to leave this place.

"Hey! Wasn't the old man quite arrogant back then? How come all that's left now is his upper body?"

A mocking voice came from above.

Immediately afterwards, a huge shadow loomed over them.

Di Jing's brown pupils were full of mockery.

"Get out of here."

Enraged, the patriarch of Tianji Pavilion unleashed a spell with a wave of his hand.

Boom!

In the next second, the broken body of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion patriarch was slammed into the ground from the sky by a gigantic hand that blotted out the sun.

Emperor Jing's massive iron hooves stomped on him, and he sneered, "Even in this state, old man, you still dare to be arrogant."

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion patriarch, already severely injured, was nearly killed on the spot by Emperor Jing's palm strike, his life force fading from his cloudy eyes.

At this moment, powerful fluctuations emanated from the crack in the sky.

A figure crackling with dark lightning stepped out from within.

The moment Jiang Qianqiu stepped out, the entire world trembled violently.

Golden, dazzling Dao runes appeared in the dark sky, and a vast sea of ​​lightning stretched across the ancient starry river.

Among them was a figure surrounded by black lightning, whose true form was obscured.

Those surviving cultivators looked up at the sky, and at that moment, the thought of bowing down in worship arose in their hearts.

A terrifying thunderous aura reverberated throughout the entire cultivation world, and then all the cultivators uncontrollably knelt down in one direction.

"The...Emperor..."

The old patriarch of Tianji Pavilion swallowed hard and muttered.

How many years has it been since a Great Emperor has emerged in this world? How many years has this person taken?

The old patriarch of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion smiled bitterly to himself. At this moment, he became more and more convinced that this person might really be the destined demon lord of this world.

It's laughable that the five of them still dared to try to stop it; this demonic power will completely envelop the entire world.

All eyes turned to Jiang Qianqiu, filled with fear and awe.

Ignoring the expressions of the others, Jiang Qianqiu focused on the world-destroying power within her body.

She felt an unspoken excitement; this way, she could revive her husband.

"Tell me how I can resurrect the gentleman."

Jiang Qianqiu asked in his heart.

In the past, whenever Jiang Qianqiu spoke, that voice would immediately respond.

But this time, the voice in my heart remained silent.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you say that I could resurrect my husband as long as I become the Great Emperor?"

Jiang Qianqiu asked anxiously.

There was still no reply, and Jiang Qianqiu's expression immediately changed.

He hurriedly returned to the dark clouds to search for that body, but when he returned, the familiar Shen Shuchou was no longer in Jiang Qianqiu's sight.

"Sir, sir."

Jiang Qianqiu immediately panicked.

But even after searching the entire area of ​​dark clouds, she could not find Shen Shuchou.

Upon realizing the voice had disappeared, Jiang Qianqiu knew she had been deceived.

"You lied to me! Why did you lie to me? Give me back my husband!"

Jiang Qianqiu's voice, as if crawling out of a raging hell, was like that of a madman, burning with the flames of anger.

Rumble.

Seemingly sensing Jiang Qianqiu's anger, thunder rumbled in the dark clouds.

The terrifying black lightning unleashed a devastating attack, causing the already ravaged cultivation world to tremble violently.

Di Jinghu's head shrank back; he had no idea what ailment his master was acting up about again.

They hurriedly dodged the attack of the black lightning, but the other cultivators were not so lucky; they turned to ashes without even a scream.

The severely injured Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion could only watch helplessly as the overwhelming thunder engulfed him.

"Waaaah~ Give Mr. back to Qianqiu, I don't want anything, I don't even need Xiu for you, I just want Mr.."

"Hehe~ Sir, my sir."

After venting her frustrations, Jiang Qianqiu cried and laughed like a helpless little girl.

Tears streamed down her beautiful face as she repeatedly called out Shen Shuchou's name.

At this moment, it felt as if I had returned to twenty years ago.

Jiang Qianqiu felt helpless that day as her husband left her without her even realizing it.

She was very weak back then, but now she is the master of heaven and earth, yet she still couldn't keep her master.

Shen Shuchou disappeared from her sight once again. Jiang Qianqiu's heart was gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a feeling of suffocation and despair overwhelmed her.

Dijing wagged its tail and gently nuzzled Jiang Qianqiu; it understood what was going on now.

The fact that her master's body, which she had been so intimately attached to every day, was gone made Di Jing realize how important it was to her.

Although Dijing still didn't know what the meaning of a corpse was, it knew that it was something its master cared about.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qianqiu emerged from the dark clouds with red eyes.

Looking down at this dilapidated cultivation world, he muttered, "I don't care who you are, you took my master away, I will definitely find you."

Then Jiang Qianqiu saw Wen Qingning and instantly appeared beside her.

"Jiang Qianqiu".

Wen Qingning clung to life, hoping to see Jiang Qianqiu one more time.

Jiang Qianqiu remained silent, sensing that Wen Qingning in front of her was about to die.

Upon hearing of Wen Yuning's death, Jiang Qianqiu felt no joy whatsoever, only a strange sense of melancholy and stagnation.

But now even this last remaining friend is about to leave.

"Jiang Qianqiu, I have atoned for my sins. If it weren't for Young Master Shen, my sisters and I wouldn't be where we are today."

"Yu Ning left before me, and as her older sister, I must go and join her."

"From now on, you must live well. We'll go find Young Master Shen first. Perhaps Wen Yuning is already with Young Master Shen."

Wen Qingning forced a smile; she had always known in her heart the passionate love her sister held for her.

If I can't win against Jiang Qianqiu in this life, can't I win in the next?

Since she was about to die anyway, she wasn't afraid of Jiang Qianqiu in front of her.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Jiang Qianqiu said calmly.

Wen Qingning's expression faltered slightly.

Jiang Qianqiu continued, "Neither you nor Wen Yuning will die. I won't let you die like this."

"Sir, I won't let him leave me either."

"Once I find him, I'll definitely punish him properly; he can't beat me anyway."

Jiang Qianqiu looked into the distance, his dark eyes seeming to have traversed countless ages and crossed countless star fields.

Wen Qing gazed at the somewhat playful Jiang Qianqiu for a long time without saying a word.