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

The forbidden night shines ever brighter!

All that could be heard was the sword intent that could cleave heaven and earth, and the sword energy that could shatter the sky.

From afar, the silhouette of that immortal swordsman hangs in the heavens, his robes fluttering like a banner cutting through the wind.

Before he could even move his three-foot-long sword, an invisible sword pressure swept across the vast ocean, and it seemed as if countless swords were choking in his throat.

This is the awe-inspiring power of the world's number one swordsman; even before it is unleashed, the wind and clouds tremble.

The forbidden ground beneath his feet, the instant his gaze swept over it, collapsed silently into nothingness, like ice and snow melted by the scorching sun.

The forbidden ancient venerable barely withstood three sword strikes before his demonic bones were shattered. Before he could even turn around, the sword's pressure was like a ten-thousand-ton Mount Tai crushing his spine.

He could only turn into a black shadow and flee in panic, his courage to even look back was crushed by the sword energy.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared in Gu Jian's eyes.

Its appearance shattered the very foundation of the forbidden long night, and even the heavens trembled under its sword light.

This is the sword technique that Gu Jian cultivated between heaven and earth. Before the sword is drawn, the universe holds its breath in the sword's eyes. Once the sword is drawn, even the Heavenly Dao must yield three-tenths of its absolute destruction.

The next second, Gu Zun's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt his soul tremble violently. The sword light that burst from Gu Jian's eyes was faster than the passage of time and the arising and ceasing of thoughts.

He tried his best to sense the forbidden source, but only touched a void colder than deathly silence. By the time he realized it, the sword light had already pierced through his brow and exited through his spine.

The next moment, the ancient venerable's overwhelming demonic body was as if it had been dissected from the ground by an invisible giant blade.

A straight line of light split open from the center of the forehead to the toes. Before the demonic blood could even splatter, it was turned to dust by the sword energy overflowing from the line of light.

In an instant, the enormous demonic body vanished without a trace, leaving only a wide-open, terrified head suspended in mid-air, its screams suppressed by the sword.

Gu Jian, dressed in pristine white robes, arrived bathed in light.

He didn't even glance down at the head; his gaze pierced through the layers of mist of the forbidden land, casting it into the deeper darkness.

For him, the only goal in this life is to sever all taboos, even though the sword he cultivated in his heart has dimmed a little due to wavering.

But Gu Jian will always be the most dazzling sword light in this forbidden land.

"boom!"

The moment he took a step, the head suspended in mid-air suddenly exploded into a bloody mist.

It wasn't cut by the sword energy, but crushed by the sharpness unintentionally revealed in his eyes.

As Yaya fled into the distance, she withdrew her gaze, a bitter smile creeping onto her lips.

Only at this moment did he realize that he was truly as insignificant as an ant in front of the world's number one swordsman, not even qualified to touch a wisp of his brilliance.

The distance between him and Gu Jian was not physical; it was an insurmountable chasm between life and death.

Ya Ye lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Qingran, who was fast asleep in his arms.

The girl's brows and eyes relaxed, her breathing light and even, completely unaware of the turbulent changes around her, as if the bloodshed and violence of this forbidden place were all kept out by an invisible barrier.

Looking at that untouched face, a faint smile appeared on Ya Ye's lips, and the surging fear in his eyes gradually subsided into certainty.

After this battle, all the pent-up emotions in his heart dissipated, and he was no longer willing to cower in the shadows of the forbidden land.

He wanted to take this girl, break down the barriers, and head towards the earthly life she longed for.

All I ask for now is to stay by her side and see her smile as before.

Although the future is uncertain, Ya Ye vaguely remembers that the nearest human town is Ziyan City, where Ziyan Cloud Pavilion is located.

With the thought settled, Ya Ye hesitated no longer. With a light step, carrying the warmth in his arms, he sped towards the human territory.

Two figures, who once gazed at each other from afar at the edge of the forbidden land, eventually headed off to completely different destinations.

The night of the crow, originally an unintentional taboo, has, over sixteen years, nurtured a tender affection that protects the young girl.

Gu Jian, the human prodigy dressed in white, was the sharpest swordsman in the world.

He had long since reduced his romantic feelings to ashes, leaving only the obsession to sever all taboos, burning brightly deep within his sword heart.

In the forbidden land where the sword light had just illuminated, amidst the ruins, a colossal statue, cleaved by the sword intent, was casting a deep, dark shadow.

The lingering sword light from the sky shone obliquely down, making the dark shadow appear even more eerie. It wriggled and twisted, eventually solidifying into a blurry human shape.

Amidst the chilling sword light, the dark figure suddenly opened its eyes, its blood-red pupils surging with greed and violence.

His lips parted in an inhuman arc, tearing open to the sides, emitting a chilling laugh: "Heh... What a powerful sword..."

Before the laughter subsided, those bloodshot eyes locked onto the direction Ya Ye had gone, his tone chillingly cold: "Heh...you can't escape...everything will eventually belong to me..."

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One month later, in Purple Smoke City.

"Brother, there are so many people."

In the bustling streets, Gu Qingran looked up with her small face upturned, her dark eyes filled with star-like curiosity as she looked around.

Colorful banners hanging under the eaves and brackets sway gently in the wind, and shouts from vendors rise and fall, mingling with the aroma of food that wafts across the bluestone path.

All of this overwhelmed the young girl who had long lived in this forbidden place.

Ya Ye held her hand, his palm warm and firm, a faint smile on his lips, but he didn't speak.

Although it wasn't his first time setting foot in a human city, the light in the eyes of the girl beside him stirred up a sense of warmth and humanity that had been dormant in the world.

But this warmth was quickly replaced by vigilance. From the moment they stepped into Purple Smoke City, the gazes cast from all directions were like fine needles, making their skin tingle.

Ya Ye had long since concealed the forbidden aura of the source, but the alien substance hidden in his bones and blood still quietly leaked out like spider webs.

Not to mention Gu Qingran, the younger sister of the world's number one swordsman, whose sword talent, like a rough gem, lies dormant within her. Even though she is ignorant and naive, she has already become prey coveted by some people.

Those gazes held inquiry, scrutiny, and undisguised greed, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing a lamb.

Gu Qingran was completely unaware of this; her gaze was fixed on a stall on the street corner, and she couldn't move her feet any further.

It was a stall selling snow cakes, with porcelain bowls piled high with white, frosty pastries sprinkled with fine powdered sugar, gleaming softly in the sunlight.

The stall owner, a dark-skinned middle-aged man, saw her staring intently and greeted her with a smile, "Young lady, would you like to try some? Freshly made snow crisps, sweet and melt-in-your-mouth."

Gu Qingran turned to look at Ya Ye, her eyes almost overflowing with anticipation, like a little animal waiting to be fed.

The smile on Ya Ye's face froze instantly, and her ears felt slightly hot.

He looked at the snow crisps the stall owner handed him, then at Gu Qingran, his Adam's apple bobbing, his face full of embarrassment.

Gu Qingran immediately sensed his embarrassment from his tense profile, quickly looked up and smiled, her voice as light as a wind chime: "Thank you, Uncle, but I'm not hungry."

After saying that, she took Ya Ye's hand and started to walk forward, gently squeezing his palm with her fingertips as if to comfort him.

"sorry."

Ya Ye's voice was extremely low, carrying an indescribable bitterness.

In the forbidden land, he had never been distressed by scarcity, but in this mundane world, he couldn't even give her a single pastry.

"You're my brother, why are you apologizing to me?"

Gu Qingran turned around, her eyes curving into crescents. "Besides, I'm really not craving it, I just think it looks nice."

Before the words were finished, a clear female voice suddenly rang out from behind: "Let me treat you to a meal."

The two turned around at the same time and saw a girl in a light blue dress standing in front of the stall, holding two plates of snow crisps in her hands, with fine sugar frosting still stuck to the edges of the porcelain plates.

Her eyes crinkled into a smile, and she gently handed the plate to them: "I just overheard you talking. This snow crisp is the signature dish of Ziyan City. Try it."