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

At the same time, this violently distorted nightmare world suddenly froze for a moment, and even the churning vortex stopped spinning.

As far as the eye could see, Qin Hongyi was visibly trembling as she propped herself up, every inch of her bones and blood seeming to be groaning in agony.

The demonic sword in her hand, which had drunk countless lives, was now piercing her own chest in reverse.

It was this act of mutual destruction that brought that distorted nightmare world to a standstill.

She slowly raised her eyes, shrouded in blood mist, and a crimson light overflowed from them. Her voice was hoarse and raspy: "You are nothing but a nightmare created by my inner demons. You will never replace me. I am the real Qin Hongyi, your true master."

"Hehe... Hahaha..."

No sooner had Qin Hongyi made this desperate move than a low, eerie laugh echoed throughout the Nightmare World.

The laughter, initially harsh like the grinding of rotting bones, quickly swelled into a raging torrent, surging in from the darkness on all sides.

"Hehe...heh..."

A nearly torn smile appeared on Qin Hongyi's crazed face.

Blood dripped down her chin, staining her clothes red, but a morbid fanaticism surged in her eyes.

"Qin Hongyi, oh Qin Hongyi! You've truly impressed me!"

The voice carried undisguised mockery, "Even if you, such an incompetent fool, escape this nightmare, what can you accomplish?"

"Compared to a brainless idiot like you, only I can have everything under control!"

"However, you win this round."

Her voice suddenly turned cold, "But I am your nightmare, an obstacle you can never overcome! As long as your inner demons remain, I will live on forever!"

Although it is the controller of nightmares, Qin Hongyi's true form is the cornerstone that supports this world.

If the foundation itself crumbles, how can the world not collapse?

The moment the voice faded, a crisp "crack" tore through the void, and countless cracks spread like a spider web across the nightmare world.

As Qin Hongyi gazed at the crumbling world around her, the smile on her lips deepened, almost reaching her ears.

The next second, a dizzying sensation swept over me, and my vision suddenly became a blur.

The chaos in her eyes dissipated, and Qin Hongyi suddenly felt a change in her aura.

Beneath their feet lay the foot of a vast, desolate mountain, surrounded by dozens of monstrous beasts with fangs bared and a foul stench wafting through the air.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and as soon as she opened her eyes, the monsters that had been restless just moments before were suddenly struck by lightning.

A mournful wail escaped her throat, and she retreated hastily, her limbs limp, as if she were some kind of ferocious beast that would devour anyone it wanted.

Qin Hongyi stood frozen in place, her gaze sweeping over the jagged rocks and desolate vegetation around her. She knew in her heart that she had finally escaped from the nightmare world that had grown in her heart and could catch her breath for a while.

But this nightmare is like a bone-deep infection; it will not easily dissipate.

But at this moment, eradicating the nightmare was not the most urgent matter; she had only one thought in her mind: to find Wen Yuning.

Even when she was in a nightmare and her consciousness was clouded, she could still perceive the slightest movement of the wind and the flow of air in the outside world.

The moment they broke free from the nightmare, their senses, which had been obscured by it, suddenly returned.

She knew that Wen Yuning was in a bad situation, so she had to find her immediately.

Before the thought had even finished, Qin Hongyi lightly touched the ground with her toes, and with a flick of her sleeves, her figure vanished from the spot like a fleeting shadow.

Only a few strands of red silk, billowing in the strong wind, remained at the foot of this silent mountain, along with the group of trembling monsters.

......

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The blood-red curtains, like a thick blood mist, permeated the surroundings, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Inside the tent, on the pale body of the young girl Su Chacha, strange scarlet streaks were winding, like congealed blood or like living creatures moving about.

Her body trembled violently, every muscle spasming, and the blood in her body boiled and surged like magma.

It frantically devoured the long-dormant forbidden power, its aura sometimes surging and sometimes weakening.

In the next room, Su Jueluo felt his control over Su Chacha dissipating at an alarming rate.

The faint connection that bound the two of them together was almost severed.

Her heart skipped a beat, her voice trembled uncontrollably, and she whispered, "Cha Cha...can you hear me? It's me, your older sister..."

The call pierced through the barriers and reached inside the tent. Su Chacha's body continued to tremble violently without ceasing.

Only the long, slender eyelashes between her brows trembled slightly, as if touched by a gentle breeze.

This extremely subtle change was instantly captured by Su Jue Luo.

She stared intently at the swaying figure inside the tent, watching her sister struggle but unable to break free.

Su Jueluo's throat tightened, his gaze suddenly darkening, and he murmured a whisper like a spell: "Blood... I need more blood..."

Su Jueluo gripped the last vestige of his fragile control, and with trembling hands, he pulled the blood-stained blade from Su Chacha's chest.

The black blade, soaked in warm blood, gleamed with a chilling light beneath the eerie curtains.

Immediately afterwards, her gaze locked onto Shen Shuchou's heart, wanting to plunge the knife into his heart, to use his blood to complete this final sacrifice.

The blade hovered in mid-air, just a hair's breadth from the pounding heart, when a faint, almost imperceptible voice suddenly ripped through the silence, like a dying silkworm spinning its last thread, carrying a broken strength: "No... don't..."

Su Jueluo shuddered, a surge of joy instantly dispelling the gloom in his eyes, his voice trembling as he cried out, "Chacha! You're awake!"

"No...don't...hurt...him..."

That faint voice rang out again, each word exhausting the mind, yet as stubborn as a rock, it held the knife-wielding hand tightly, refusing to let the blade fall even a fraction more.

The ecstasy on Su Jueluo's face froze instantly, then was replaced by pain and determination.

She understood what Cha Cha meant, but having come this far, there was no turning back.

"Cha Cha...don't hate your sister..."

A lump formed in her throat, and she tightened her grip suddenly. "Sister only begs you... to wake up..."

Before she finished speaking, she used the last bit of control she had left to forcefully move her trembling hand, and the black blade, like a bolt of blood-quenched lightning, plunged fiercely towards Shen Shuchou's heart!

The next second, the cold blade suddenly pierced through his heart meridian, and crimson blood splattered like shattered jade. Shen Shuchou's soul was severely injured again amidst the excruciating pain.

But just as the blade pierced through, it was as if an invisible seal was suddenly cleaved open.

A terrifying, forbidden power, capable of freezing time and space, instantly filled the entire room like a tidal wave.

Immediately afterwards, a faint and eerie voice suddenly echoed, lingering around the ear: "Father... Dao Master..."

Su Jue Luo felt a tremendous shock to her mind, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

The source of the sound was clearly Su Chacha's lips.

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Since when, the beautiful figure that lingered by Moon Fairy Lake every day can no longer be found.

Once upon a time, that figure always carried a faint sorrow, reflecting the lake and mountain scenery, becoming a silent and melancholy landscape on the lakeside.

As time went by, the number of disciples coming and going to the lakeside gradually decreased, and the former popularity gradually dissipated in the wind.

Only the fringe tree remains standing by the lake, just as it always has.

Even though that sorrowful figure is no longer visible, it still stands in the wind every day, its branches swaying gently, guarding the shimmering lake and a quietly fading past.

Today, the tranquility of Moon Fairy Lake has been broken, all because of a momentous event that has shaken the sect.

The beautiful figure who used to linger here every day with furrowed brows is the one who will be forming a Daoist bond with the Vice Sect Leader today.

In an instant, almost all the disciples of the sect flocked to the main peak, and the air was filled with festive noise.

Furthermore, renowned sects within the cultivation world prepared rare and precious gifts and personally visited to offer their congratulations, making the celebration even more grand.

The reason for this grand occasion is that the deputy sect leader, Mu Yunyi, has already stepped into the half-step Emperor Realm.

Looking at the cultivation world today, apart from that supreme being who is only mentioned in legends and whose whereabouts are long gone, he is the one who stands at the pinnacle of this era.

But on such a day, a figure in red suddenly appeared on the shore of Moon Fairy Lake.

Qin Hongyi stood in the wind, her gaze fixed on the direction of the main peak. The warmth in her eyes had faded inch by inch, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.