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

The bloodless face in the coffin was clearly reflected in Su Jue Luo's cold, frosty pupils.

Grief, like the thin mist that drifts over the green tiles at dawn, condensed into fine, dampness in her eyes, spreading silently and wetting her eyelashes.

The statement I made to Shen Shuchou tonight that Su Chacha was nearing her end was just a lie.

Su Chacha was never nearing her end; her name had already passed away a year ago, along with her life.

Su Chacha's death can ultimately be traced back to that night in Ziyan City four years ago.

It was her reckless act of forcibly taking people away back then that laid the groundwork for this irreversible tragedy.

From the moment she forcibly took Su Chacha away, Shen Shuchou was like a dead bone in her heart, devoid of any vitality.

But Su Chacha lost her soul and became a lifeless puppet.

She stopped eating and drinking, imprisoning herself in her room. No matter who came to visit, she kept her lips tightly pressed together and refused to utter a single word.

Su Jue Luo came time and time again, offering gentle advice and soothing words.

Su Chacha kept her eyes down the whole time, not even lifting her eyelids, let alone saying another word to her.

Su Jueluo probably understood that his decisive action back then had likely caused Su Chacha to once again etch hatred into her heart.

The resentment that had been ingrained in the girl's bones had not yet dissipated, and now Shen Shuchou, this heart-severing blade, had been added to her.

One cut after another, repeatedly torturing that heart that was already riddled with holes.

Despite Su Jue Luo's best efforts and countless methods, he could not stop Su Chacha's body from withering away like a dying candle.

The forbidden power within her dared not touch the other person in the slightest, for it would not only fail to save them, but would also drag this mortal body into an abyss of no return even faster.

She could only prolong her life with ordinary pills and herbs every day. Those miraculous pills made with forbidden techniques were nothing more than deadly poisons that Su Chacha could not touch.

No matter how many ordinary pills you pile up, how can you pull back a heart that has already jumped into the abyss?

Perhaps from the moment she forcibly took Su Chacha away, her heart was already hanging on the edge of an abyss, waiting for a gust of wind to fall.

Only then did Su Jueluo realize that he had underestimated Su Chacha's deep and burning affection for Shen Shuchou from beginning to end.

Su Jueluo also knew that only Shen Shuchou could pull Su Chacha out of this desperate situation.

Even though she exhausted all the manpower and resources of Ziyanyun Pavilion and searched every corner of the world, she could not find a trace of Shen Shuchou, not even a wisp of his aura.

As the days went by, Su Chacha's condition deteriorated further, and she was on the verge of passing away.

Su Jue Luo was so anxious that she had no other choice but to create a double that looked exactly like Shen Shu Chou and send it to Su Cha Cha Mian.

But this self-deceptive method still failed to pry open Su Chacha's tightly closed heart; she didn't even lift her eyelids.

In the end, Su Jue Luo's three-year search yielded no results, and that last remaining hope was completely extinguished.

Su Chacha's heart, which had long since withered, finally lost even the last glimmer of life and plunged into an abyss.

The moment Su Chacha left, Su Jueluo felt an unprecedented surge of overwhelming hatred welling up in his heart.

He hated his own power, which was all show and no substance, and hated even more the countless taboos that bound him like shackles.

Even with the power to move mountains and fill seas, he couldn't even keep Su Chacha, who was only human. He could only watch helplessly as his loved ones turned into sand flowing from his fingertips and vanished completely.

This helplessness dragged Su Jue Luo into complete madness. She refused to acknowledge Cha Cha's departure and frantically searched for any means of revival.

She captured countless mortals as medicinal ingredients and used bizarre techniques to refine them, forcibly cleansing Su Chacha's marrow and soul. However, Chacha's body remained as cold as frost, without the slightest trace of life.

Later, Su Jue Luo risked his own essence, slowly transferring forbidden blood into Cha Cha's body.

This desperate move actually made Chacha slowly open her eyes.

But those eyes were empty and blank, without a trace of their former brilliance.

She was nothing more than a puppet with open eyes; the heart in her chest, long since vanished, remained a desolate emptiness.

The Su Chacha that Gu Qingran saw that day was just a soulless shell.

Although the forbidden primordial sacrifice revived Su Chacha, it fell far short of Su Jue Luo's expectations.

What she wanted was not a resurrected puppet, but for Su Chacha to truly and vividly return to her.

Although the sacrifice did not go as planned, it opened up new avenues of thought for Su Jue Luo.

Afterwards, she spared no effort to venture into forbidden lands, capture forbidden creatures to plunder their essence, and then use mortals as medicinal catalysts to forge and refine them.

Even with such ruthless methods, Su Chacha was merely transformed into a soulless puppet, far removed from the rebirth she had longed for.

After her hopes were dashed once again, Su Jue Luo completely went mad.

She repeatedly ventured into forbidden areas to hunt forbidden creatures, and even targeted cultivators who practiced forbidden techniques, becoming increasingly unscrupulous in her methods.

Such madness soon led to a catastrophic crisis. Among the cultivators she hunted down were many promising talents whom various sects had high hopes for.

As a result, Ziyanyun Pavilion was hated by many forces and made countless enemies. If it weren't for the sect's profound foundation, it would have been devoured long ago in the wave of revenge.

At the same time, she thoroughly enraged the forbidden creatures, becoming their target.

Even so, Su Chacha remains the same as before, merely a soulless puppet.

What's even more troublesome is that her body already carries an excessive amount of forbidden primordial power. If it is forcibly injected again, her physical body will probably be completely devoured and annihilated by this power.

At this moment, Su Chacha is nothing less than a container sealing a terrifying and forbidden storm, which may collapse at any moment.

There was absolutely no way Su Jue Luo would give up now. Just when she was caught in a dilemma, a name suddenly popped into her mind: Tantai Chigu.

For the past four years, all the major sects and beings from forbidden lands have been frantically searching for her whereabouts.

Ordinary forbidden origins cannot truly revive Su Chacha, so what about the power of the Forbidden Lord's origin?

Su Jue Luo's last bit of obsession ignited, and he decided to take a desperate gamble and use Tantai Chi Gu's power to merge into Su Cha Cha's body.

However, she did not make finding Tantai Chigu herself her primary goal, because she knew that finding Shen Shuchou was enough, as the power of Tantai Chigu flowed in his blood.

A full year after Su Chacha's death, Su Juelu finally found Shen Shuchou.

But the boy before him was no longer the same as he had been four years ago. Even the blood in his body had become dull and lifeless, no different from that of ordinary people.

But now that things have come to this, how could Su Jue Luo be willing to give up?

Even if hope is as faint as a candle in the wind, she will hold on to this last glimmer of possibility.

However, she did not choose to brutally extract blood, but instead chose to use a gentle yet extremely unpredictable method to draw the power from Shen Shuchou's bloodline.

That is to control Su Chacha's body and achieve a perfect union of soul and body with him.

To guard against any unforeseen circumstances, she had already laid down an intricate and elaborate array in that secret room.

No matter what changes occur during the integration process, she can intervene in the blink of an eye and keep everything firmly in control.

As she pondered this, Su Jueluo leaned down and gazed at the girl in the coffin, her tone as gentle as spring water: "Chacha, don't be afraid... I will definitely make you open your eyes and wake up."

"The person you've been longing for day and night, your sister has found for you. Go, do what you want to do, no matter what happens, your sister will always be there for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl inside the coffin slowly sat up, surrounded by a numb and ethereal aura of death.

Like a puppet being pulled by strings, she walked step by step out of the coffin that had sealed her body for so long.

At the other end of the secret room, Shen Shuchou still sat quietly on the bed.

Although he couldn't predict what would happen next, a strong sense of unease lingered in his heart, spreading like a deep, cold pool, and he couldn't shake it off.

The thought had barely formed when soft footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, their clear sound on the ground sending shivers down one's spine.

Shen Shuchou suddenly focused his gaze, and the next second, the tightly closed door was pushed open by an invisible force, first a thin crack, then slowly widening.

A figure dressed in a bright red wedding gown suddenly came into view.

Upon recognizing the newcomer's appearance and striking red attire, Shen Shuchou's pupils constricted sharply, and three words involuntarily escaped his throat: "Su Chacha."

Su Chacha seemed not to hear Shen Shuchou's voice. She simply raised her hand and slowly slammed the half-open door behind her shut. The dull sound of the door closing echoed in the secret room, like an invisible shackle being put down.

She walked towards Shen Shuchou step by step, her steps hesitant like a rusty puppet, until she stopped a step away from him, the chill emanating from her body already reaching Shen Shuchou's eyes.

Standing close to her, Shen Shuchou's pupils suddenly contracted. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes were so pale they were almost transparent, and her face was completely bloodless, as if covered by a layer of frost that could not be washed away.

A chilling aura seeped from her body, carrying the deathly stillness unique to forbidden lands, eerily sending shivers down one's spine.

This was not the Su Chacha that Su Jue Luo had described as being on the verge of death; it was clearly a body shrouded in icy cold.

"Su Jue Luo! What on earth is going on?"

Suppressing the surging fear in his heart, Shen Shuchou asked in a deep voice.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a low laugh echoed in his ear, a voice filled with unyielding resentment and a hint of near-madness.

"Heh... Cha Cha is in this state all because of you... Shen Shu Chou, you should atone for your sins, use everything you have to atone for Cha Cha's sins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely strange power suddenly spread throughout the secret room, instantly binding Shen Shuchou like an invisible shackle.

He felt all his strength suddenly drain away, and his body went limp uncontrollably, lying heavily on the bed, unable to even move a finger.

At this moment, his soul began to tremble violently, the tremors becoming more and more rapid, as if it wanted to break free from the constraints of his body and detach itself from his shell.

What gripped his heart even more was the sight in his peripheral vision: Su Chacha's fingers were slowly caressing the dazzling bright red wedding dress, and with a light flick of her fingertips, the fabric slipped off layer by layer like flower petals.

The skin, stripped of its red makeup, was devoid of any human color, only a shocking pale white, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dimly lit room, so strange it was suffocating.

The moment her scarlet wedding dress slipped off completely like a shattered butterfly wing, Su Chacha, who had been standing frozen in place, finally made a move and slowly took a step forward.

Those tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, the cold, grayish-white light surging in their pupils, looming over Shen Shuchou.

Before he could react, the pale-faced girl had already wrapped herself around him, her icy fingertips brushing against his clothes, her long legs encircling his waist, and she sat firmly on his body.

The touch of their skin against each other was chilling, yet her close movements were undeniably intimate. Everything about the girl was laid bare before Shen Shuchou's eyes.

She leaned slightly forward, and the curves that swayed before her eyes were devoid of any living clouds or mist, only a pale white soaked in frost, exquisite yet lifeless.

Su Chacha reached out, her pale fingertips touching Shen Shuchou's chest. Her nails were a faint gray, yet they carried an irresistible force as she slowly parted the wedding dress embroidered with auspicious patterns.

Her movements showed no shyness, only indifference.

A sharp tearing sound suddenly rang out, and the tearing lines of the fabric spread across the wedding dress. Her hands did not stop; after tearing the fabric, her cold cheeks slowly pressed against it.

Shen Shuchou's gaze fell upon her bloodless lips, and the next second, those broken and cold lips pressed against his.

There was no turning, no warmth, just a tight clinging, yet then eerily still in the next second.

In another room, Su Jueluo stared at the scene unfolding before her eyes, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms, caught in an indescribable dilemma.

She herself was lying on the ground in the same contorted position, her limbs stiffly bent.

Upon closer inspection, both the curve of her drooping hair and her empty eyes are exactly the same as Su Chacha, who is entangled with Shen Shuchou in the picture, like a copied puppet.

Su Chacha is nothing more than a puppet controlled by her bloodline origin.

The bloodline hidden within her, including Su Juelu, guided her every movement.

She did all this herself because she was worried that simply controlling the movements would make them stiff and unrealistic, so she replicated them in sync with her own posture to ensure that every step was accurate.

But looking at the scene on the screen, Su Jue Luo froze in place, not because she didn't know how to continue.

But when Su Chacha's cool lips touched Shen Shuchou's, the connection of blood was so clear.

She could clearly feel the temperature between Shen Shuchou's lips, feel the fabric rubbing together as it tore, and even the coolness of Su Chacha's skin against his chest felt like it was her own touch.

Through that wisp of bloodline origin, Su Jue Luo felt as if she were personally involved. Every touch and every close contact felt like her soul was silently merging with Shen Shu Chou's.

This misplaced sensation made her heart tighten; a mix of palpitations and eerie repulsion lingered, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was an illusion caused by manipulation or a pull from the depths of her blood.