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

In this world bound by forbidden power like poisonous vines, the northernmost vast white mist locks the continuous mountain ranges year-round.

Only a solitary peak pierced through the clouds, and the eaves and brackets of the Jade Balance Sword Sect hung alone in this desolate place.

As the last spark of orthodox cultivation in this world, the existence of the Jade Balance Sword Sect is itself a testament to its perseverance.

Forbidden power has long since eroded the universe, making the orthodox path of cultivation increasingly arduous and nearly extinct.

In contrast, those evil practices that rely on forbidden power are flourishing and thriving here.

Orthodox spiritual practice is always a long and arduous path, requiring not only innate talent and aptitude as a foundation, but also a steadfast and resilient mind as a framework, and only through continuous tempering can one make progress.

Forbidden methods, such devouring techniques, do not consider aptitude or temperament; success or failure is determined solely by the amount of forbidden power.

The speed at which his power grew far surpassed that of orthodox cultivation.

No one can say for sure when this forbidden power that permeates the world began.

All people know is that the world has long since become a hell of survival of the fittest.

Deep within the Jade Balance Sword Sect, in a secluded meditation room, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant!

The entire mountain seemed to be a giant beast awakened, and thousands of sword cries exploded, shaking the sky.

The ethereal white mist surrounding the peaks moved in response, condensing and transforming in the gale, instantly turning into thousands upon thousands of sharp and incomparable sword energies.

Like a silver dragon dancing wildly, it weaves a chilling net of swords between heaven and earth.

Thousands of white sword energies danced and surged wildly between heaven and earth, converging towards the depths of the Jade Balance Sword Sect like silver bees returning to their nest.

Meanwhile, inside the secluded chamber, a strange scene appeared in the eyes of that figure.

It was a world built of sword bones, a world of sword shadows, yet lifeless and devoid of the lively spirit of swords.

The next moment, the sword energy condensed from the white mist pierced through the closed stone wall and rushed into those eyes like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

In just a few breaths, all the sword energy surging throughout the mountain had poured in and disappeared into his deep eyes.

"Clang!"

A clear and resonant sword cry suddenly exploded from the world within his eyes, a hundred times stronger than the previous resonance of the mountains.

It was as if the sword spirit, which had been dormant for countless ages, had finally awakened, carrying a sharp edge that could tear through chaos, and resonated throughout that world of swords.

The next second, the figure slowly got up, pushed open the heavy closed-door stone door, and walked out step by step.

The mountain road was long, and he walked for a long time until the main hall of the Jade Balance Sword Sect came into view.

Gazing at the familiar outline of the palace, a barely perceptible look of disorientation crossed his brow. It had been a full sixteen years since he last set foot here.

Sixteen years passed in the blink of an eye, and he finally emerged from seclusion, but everything before him was exactly the same as he remembered.

This once renowned orthodox immortal sect, which once shook the cultivation world, is now so empty that only he remains, along with a sword that waits silently.

He stepped into the main hall with a calm expression, walked through the silent hall to the front, and slowly reached out to grasp the ancient sword sealed in an iron sheath.

The cold touch of the scabbard made it feel as if I was holding not just a sword, but an undying lineage of tradition.

"You've emerged from seclusion."

The moment the fingertips touched the ancient sword, a clear and melodious voice emanated from the cold iron sheath, carrying a hint of hoarseness from the passage of time.

"Um."

He responded only faintly, his fingertips tracing the patterns on the scabbard, his grip firm.

"You've emerged from seclusion."

The voice within the sword sighed softly, as if with an all-knowing understanding, and continued, "I think this is the last thing many people want to see."

He remained silent, his palms still tightly gripping the sword hilt, without uttering a word.

"Shall we continue?"

The voice rang out again, carrying a hint of heaviness, as if it were asking him, and also asking the sword that had been silent for many years.

"Um."

It was still just one word, brief yet resounding, echoing softly in the empty hall.

"The state of the world today is beyond your ability to truly change."

The sound from within the scabbard carried a hint of powerlessness and melancholy.

"You've lost your edge."

His tone was flat.

"It's not that I've lost my edge."

The sound of a sword sighed softly.

"I have drunk too much forbidden blood and have long been corrupted by evil power. I can feel that it will not be long before even this wisp of remnant soul will completely dissipate."

After a pause, the voice asked again, "On the contrary, why are you so persistent?"

His figure remained silent for a moment, and the wind in the hall lifted a corner of his robe.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the mountains outside the hall. His voice was not loud, but every word was clear: "Because I am Gu Jian, the number one sword in this world, and now, the last sword."

"That's enough! That's enough!"

The voice from within the ancient sword seemed to have made a decision, carrying a hint of relief as if it had gone all out.

"Since you've made up your mind, I'll accompany you to pacify a few more forbidden lairs, so as not to betray the fate that brought us together."

"Thanks."

Gu Jian's voice remained calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped his ancient sword, turned around, and stepped out of the main hall. With a light tap of his toes on the stone steps, his figure streaked through the white mist like a streak of light and instantly disappeared beyond the mountains of the Jade Balance Sword Sect.

His purpose in emerging from seclusion this time is not only to sweep away all taboos in the world with his sword, but also to find his lost sister.

Meanwhile, in another world.

In the remote mountain Taoist temple, Shen Shuchou packed up a few simple clothes, turned around, took Tantai Chigu's hand, and walked out of the shelter that had temporarily protected them from the wind and rain.

Where are you taking me?

Tantai Chigu gazed at his profile and asked softly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Shen Shuchou tightened his grip on her hand, gazing at the distant, gloomy horizon, and said, "I'll take you away from here, to a place where there are people."

It has been two full months since I met Tantai Chigu.

Shen Shuchou knew in his heart that it was time to leave, so he took Tantai Chigu with him and went to another place.

"oh."

Tantai Chigu responded with a soft voice, as light as the wind rustling through the grass.

For her, it didn't matter where she went.

The two figures, one tall and one short, gradually disappeared into the distance, falling into the sight of the black crow on the horizon.

Shen Shuchou didn't care about this at all. He simply held Tantai Chigu's hand and walked out of the ancient Taoist temple step by step, steadily heading towards the exit.

Along the way, the scrutinizing gaze cast by the black crows in the sky, along with the greedy eyes lurking in the shadows around them, followed them like shadows.

Shen Shuchou remained calm and composed throughout, his steps unwavering.

Although this forbidden place was not vast, it took the two of them nearly two hours to finally emerge slowly as dusk fell.

He had only been out of this forbidden place for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn when the sound of wind breaking came from the sky.

A figure in white robes arrived on a sword, his garments fluttering in the fierce wind.

The man hovered high in the sky, his gaze as sharp as a sword and as cold as a star, looking down upon the forbidden land with overwhelming divine might.

In an instant, a powerful pressure, like a landslide or a tsunami, swept out, densely permeating every corner of this land.

The moment those lurking forbidden creatures came into contact with this aura, they collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning, trembling all over, without even the slightest strength to struggle.

Inside the Abyss God Temple, deep within the Forbidden Land, Ya Ye's previously calm expression suddenly tightened, his eyes surging with unprecedented solemnity, and his fingertips unconsciously clenched his robes.

"This aura... it's him!"

A suppressed murmur escaped from Ya Ye's throat, his fingertips unconsciously tightening around the armrest of the throne.

This overwhelming pressure was all too familiar, so familiar that it was etched into my bones and flowed into my blood, causing every inch of my skin to tense up instantly.

As the white-clad sword figure solidified in the sky, silver light cascaded down like a waterfall, and the corresponding figure suddenly exploded in his heart, so clear that it seemed to be standing right in front of him.

"Heh... He's here. How do you plan to deal with that?"

The black statue hovering above the throne suddenly opened its mouth, and a cold laugh, filled with malice, echoed throughout the hall.

Yaya ignored him and slowly rose from the throne.

The oppressive force piled up like a tidal wave, almost freezing the air, but he knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

The next moment, a thick, forbidden darkness, as black as ink, enveloped Ya Ye's body, and his figure instantly disappeared from the Abyss Temple.

When he reappeared, he stood in the vast sky, surrounded by black crows circling around him, his cold pupils fixed on the lone figure in white in front of him.

Gu Jian gazed at Ya Ye before him, his expression calm and undisturbed, but his hand had already quietly rested on the ancient sword behind him, his fingertips slightly clenched, ready to be drawn at any moment.

"Gu Jian".

The sound of crows at night pierced through the flapping wings of the flock and reached Gu Jian's ears.

"You recognize me?"

Gu Jian frowned slightly, his tone tinged with surprise.

Ya Ye's pupils suddenly contracted, and the black crows circling around him seemed to sense their master's shock and anger, emitting a sharp cawing.

He stared intently at Gu Jian's calm, expressionless face, his voice laced with barely suppressed chill: "You... don't remember?"

Before he finished speaking, the dark power around him surged violently, and the flock of black crows swept towards Gu Jian like a black tide.

Gu Jian's eyes narrowed, and the ancient sword on his back emitted a slight hum as his fingertips touched the cool hilt.

"Clang!"

The clear, resonant sound of an ancient sword being drawn from its sheath echoed through the heavens. Gu Jian stood proudly, sword in hand, his robes fluttering in the fierce wind: "The taboos of living are never worth my attention."

Before he could finish speaking, Ya Ye's eyes blazed with fury, and the ancient sword, imbued with a chilling sharpness, slashed fiercely toward him.

At this moment, it seemed that all the myriad streams of light paled in comparison to the sword's power. Only this sword energy seemed capable of tearing through the void and crushing nothingness, carrying a majestic power several times greater than that of the past, and rushing straight towards them.

Shen Shuchou, who was not far away, suddenly turned around. In an instant, the dark sky was split open by a dazzling light, and it became as bright as day.