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

The word fell like a thunderclap in the dark.

The ancient sword in Gu Jian's hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and the sword shadow that reached the sky suddenly grew by a hundred feet.

The moment the sword shadow collided with the giant claw, the entire world fell silent for a split second.

The next second, a violent torrent of energy swept out like a tsunami, and a shrill scream came from the crack, as if it was in unbearable pain.

The giant claw, which was imbued with endless shadows, was cleaved in two by the sword shadow. Black liquid poured down like a torrential rain, sizzling and smoking on the ground, corroding deep holes.

Gu Jian remained motionless, his ancient sword pointing diagonally downwards, a cold smile curving his lips.

He looked up at the still churning crack in the sky, his fighting spirit burning even brighter: "Bring it all on, whatever other tricks you have!"

The shadows within the crack churned more violently, and the crimson edges continued to expand, as if an even more terrifying being was about to burst forth from the crack.

The stench of blood, accompanied by the venomous howls, raged on and on. The shadows churning within the cracks grew increasingly violent, hinting at an even more terrifying killing move brewing within. The air itself seemed to freeze under the weight of that ferocious aura.

But the next second, a voice as clear as flowing water under the moonlight came from the crack, containing only two words, yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Step back."

As soon as the words were spoken, the storm raging in the crack suddenly subsided, the condensed shadows receded like a tide, and the oppressive feeling of destruction dissipated by more than half.

Upon hearing this, Gu Jian's hand holding the ancient sword suddenly paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly stepped out from the blood-red crack.

The black robe trailed on the ground, creating shimmering light as it swept through the air. As the figure passed through the deep darkness, it was finally completely exposed to Gu Jian's eyes.

The moment Gu Jian saw the person's face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, forgetting even to breathe.

"It's you... How could this be..."

He looked at the person in front of him, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The domineering aura that had just swept over the forbidden area vanished completely, leaving only utter shock and disbelief.

"You shouldn't have come here."

The figure that emerged from the crack looked at Gu Jian with eyes as calm as a bottomless ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

"Why... why you...?"

Gu Jian stared intently at him, his gaze seeming to burn holes through that familiar face, his voice trembling with extreme shock.

Why?

The figure spoke calmly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, "Because this is who I am."

Having said that, he slightly raised his arm, his fingertips flicking.

The ancient sword in Gu Jian's hand suddenly trembled violently, as if it had gained its own consciousness, broke free from his control, and turned into a stream of light that fell directly into the man's palm.

The man stroked the still-damp bloodstains on the sword, murmuring softly, "Thank you for staying by his side all these years, it's just... a pity."

The moment the last few words dissipated in the wind, the ancient sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with a chilling light, as fast as lightning, piercing through Gu Jian's body without warning.

Blood blossoms bloomed in the dark place, like a red flower that suddenly withered. Gu Jian lowered his head in disbelief.

Gazing at the sword blade protruding from his chest, a glimmer of light in his eyes gradually dimmed as blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

The ancient sword then burst forth from the body, transforming into a stream of light that returned to the man's palm.

He immediately transformed one hand into a palm and gently pushed towards Gu Jian. Gu Jian's body flew backward like a broken bowstring at an extremely fast speed, instantly escaping this dark and forbidden place.

After doing all this, his face remained expressionless. He turned around, stepped into the dark rift, and his figure gradually disappeared.

"Why didn't you just kill him completely?"

Another voice rang out from the crack, but unlike the previous two, this voice carried a sense of age and the weight of time.

"If you feel compassion, I can do it for you."

Before the words were even finished, the figure suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura.

Even the ancient sword in his hand hummed and trembled, unleashing a more violent power than when it was in Gu Jian's hands, almost tearing apart the surrounding darkness.

"If you dare touch him, I won't hesitate to refine you first."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, chilling killing intent, instantly silencing the aged voice in the crack.

"He's already a dead man, he doesn't have many years left to live, so why waste time? The most important thing for us now is to find the Demon Lord who has descended to earth."

He said lightly.

"Is the existence of that person truly so terrifying in the future?"

An aged voice rose and fell in the darkness.

The figure opposite him spoke without hesitation, his tone as cold and hard as ice: "How could you, me, or even this entire world possibly fathom the power of the Demon Lord who descended upon the world?"

"The news of the Demon Lord's descent has spread among several forces. The most important thing now is to find out her whereabouts before others do."

"But what exactly does that Demon Lord look like? Where is he? And where should we even begin to search for him?"

Another sound emerged from the crack.

The figure looked up into the distance, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, and whispered, "I'm almost able to catch her scent. It won't be long before I pinpoint her location."

……

Three days later in Ziyan City, the morning fog was thick.

Shen Shuchou was awakened by a knock on the door. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he opened the door and was met with Su Jueluo's figure standing in the morning light.

The morning mist, like shattered moonlight, drifted over her shoulders and wrapped around her slender waist.

She wore a plain-colored long dress, the hem of which was slightly damp with the morning dew, making her look like she had stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting, aloof and indifferent, as if she would shatter in the mist at the slightest touch.

Of all the people Shen Shuchou least wanted to see at this moment, Su Jueluo was definitely one of them. The moment he saw her, the scenes from that night would uncontrollably flood back, gripping his heart and making his mind tense.

Little did they know, at that very moment, Su Jue Luo's mind was also churning with memories of the same night.

I recalled the words I had said, and the gesture of reaching out to touch a certain part of my body.

A few blushes quietly spread across her usually aloof and icy face, like red plum blossoms suddenly blooming in the snow.

The touch of red crept from her earlobe to her cheekbone, counteracting her overall chill, and creating a strange and charming effect.

It possesses both the pristine elegance of plum blossoms against the snow and a touch of unintentional allure, imbuing the morning mist and cool breeze with an indescribable charm.

She hurriedly lowered her eyelashes, deliberately avoiding Shen Shuchou's gaze, before opening her lips, her voice as faint as the lingering morning mist: "Get ready, in a few days it will be your wedding with Chacha."

As soon as he finished speaking, the drowsiness in Shen Shuchou vanished instantly, like lingering mist swept away by the autumn wind.

I can't tell if it was the cool autumn morning mist that dispelled my drowsiness, or it was this earth-shattering statement that pierced straight into my ears.