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

A grand hall deep within a misty valley was filled with thick, inky gray fog, which did not flow naturally.

Instead, it was as if countless invisible hands were twisting and scratching in mid-air, and when they touched the beams and pillars inside the hall, one could hear the faint sound of wood being gnawed.

The air was filled with the pungent, sweet smell of rust and rotting flesh; every breath felt like ice shards scraping across one's throat, making one think of the decaying corpses deep within a mass grave.

The faint sounds around them grew clearer; it wasn't the sound of the wind, but the sound of countless tiny teeth grinding together.

It was as if hundreds of skinned creatures were huddled in the mist, greedily gnawing at their own flesh with their remaining teeth and bones, the sticky drooling sounds mixed in, making one's scalp tingle.

"Have you heard? That madman from the Jade Balance Sword Sect has reappeared."

The next second, an aged voice suddenly came from the gray mist.

Upon hearing this, all chewing sounds in the gray fog abruptly ceased, leaving only the sobbing of the fog crashing between the beams, like a wailing sound with its throat being choked.

"The Jade Balance Sword Sect? Could it be that madman from sixteen years ago?"

A few breaths later, another voice squeezed out from the gray mist, sounding swollen and waterlogged, as if it were vomiting from a throat filled with mud.

"Hmph! The entire Jade Balance Sword Sect is down to just one person. If it's not that madman, who else could it be?"

"I never imagined that he would survive that battle sixteen years ago."

"I wonder what kind of commotion he will cause this time he is born."

As the words fell, something damp and cold suddenly dripped from the roof, hitting the gray mist with a soft "plop".

I peeked through the gaps in the fog and saw that the crossbeams were covered with half-rotten organs.

Countless organs swayed gently with the mist, and as the gray mist flowed over the surface of the organs, it turned a greedy dark red.

"Does anyone remember that forbidden figure in the Abyss Temple?"

The first voice, shrouded in gray mist, suddenly continued.

"If I remember correctly, that forbidden being is also very powerful, even stronger than you and me."

Another voice emerged from the depths of the fog, trembling with a chilling intensity, "You suddenly bring this up, could it be...?"

"That's right."

The previous sound suddenly rose in pitch, like a rusty blade slicing through rotting flesh.

"The moment that madman from the Jade Balance Sword Sect was born, he razed a forbidden area to the ground, which was the very location of the Abyss God Palace."

"hiss!"

The sound of gasps for air echoed through the hall, like several venomous snakes simultaneously flicking their tongues.

The gray fog suddenly surged up, the suspended, half-rotten organs shook violently, and a few drops of thick black blood hit the ground, instantly corroding several small, smoking pits.

"What exactly is this madman trying to do? Does he really intend to single-handedly eliminate all taboos in the world?"

A voice trembled in the gray fog.

"What should we do then?"

Another voice followed closely, tinged with barely concealed panic, "After all, we contributed to that battle... If he really goes berserk, we'll be the first ones he doesn't spare!"

"Do the other major sects know about this? Does the Purple Smoke Cloud Pavilion know about it?"

Someone forcefully suppressed their trembling voice and pressed on with more questions.

"Since we know, they must know as well."

The old voice that spoke first rang out again, but it no longer had the previous somber tone; instead, it had a cold, resigned air about it.

"So what if we know? That madman dared to raze the Abyss Temple to the ground. How many rounds can we withstand under his sword?"

The moment these words were spoken, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

"Hmph! A dying man makes you afraid?"

A voice suddenly rang out from the deepest part of the gray fog, like a red-hot iron being branded with grease, carrying a scorching pressure.

"So what if he was born?"

The voice continued, with an undeniable arrogance.

"Even if we hadn't made a move back then, the rules of this world wouldn't have tolerated a monster like him who dared to try to cleave open the cracks in the Heavenly Dao. He should have rotted into bones at the bottom of Jade Balance Mountain."

The crowd in the gray mist bowed in unison, their voices trembling with awe: "Sect Master."

"Since he dares to step out of the Jade Balance Sword Sect, those forbidden masters will take his life. It's not your place to be anxious here."

The voice paused, then suddenly took on a morbid fanaticism, "Moreover... I have already sensed that the true Forbidden Lord has descended upon this world."

The others were all taken aback by the news. The rustling of clothes could be heard from the thick fog, and they were all clearly shocked by the sudden news.

"May I ask, Sect Master..."

Someone spoke cautiously, their voice extremely low, "What is the true Forbidden Lord?"

"for real……"

The voice trailed off, sticky like a viper's hiss, "It is an existence that can chew up the whole world and swallow it whole."

......

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"Brother Shen, why did you suddenly leave back then?"

Su Chacha sat opposite Shen Shuchou, her slender fingers twisting the hem of her skirt, a hint of aggrieved resentment in her beautiful eyes.

The sunlight fell on her face, making even her slight reproach seem charmingly innocent.

Shen Shuchou did not respond, but slowly sipped the warm tea.

He lay half-reclined in the rattan rocking chair, the surface of which seemed to still retain the warmth of the girl's presence, mixed with the delicate fragrance of orchids from her hair, lingering around his nose.

"And who exactly is she?"

Su Chacha glanced at Tantai Chigu, who was sitting obediently beside her, and then asked, "Really not someone you secretly had a child with... or with whom?"

Shen Shuchou kept his eyes closed, resting, his eyelashes casting faint shadows under his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard her words.

Su Chacha, however, didn't care at all, and a sly smile appeared on her lips.

She understood Shen Shuchou too well. Whenever he was like this, as long as she acted coquettishly like before, he would always soften and speak up.

So she quietly got up and was about to sit in his lap.

A small figure was faster than her, like a nimble little sparrow, and "fluttered" into Shen Shuchou's arms.

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

A soft, childlike voice suddenly rang out, carrying the unique innocence of a child, and was particularly clear under the tree.

Shen Shuchou suddenly opened his eyes, a fleeting look of astonishment in them.

What came into view was Tantai Chi's innocent little face, which was tilted back, and her big, dark eyes, like black grapes soaked in water, were looking at him expectantly.

Meanwhile, Su Chacha, standing to the side, was frozen in place, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, as if she had been frozen in place.

Just as Shen Shuchou was about to speak, his lips were gently pressed by a warm, soft little hand.

"Daddy, I'm so hungry."

Tantai Chigu looked up with her little face upturned, her voice still soft and sweet like a child's.

A fleeting, cold glint crossed his eyes, a glint inconsistent with his age.

"Shall we eat her? Shall we eat her together?"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly turned her head, her dark eyes fixed on Su Chacha's face, her pupils seemingly filled with two clusters of poisonous cold fire, carrying undisguised malice.

Su Chacha seemed to have her soul ripped out, completely unaware of the chilling gaze.

Her ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, buzzing with the clear sound of "Daddy" from just now.