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

When the last glimmer of light faded, only endless darkness remained.

The darkness was like thick ink, or a surging tide, carrying with it ancient loneliness and excruciating pain.

It tightly wrapped a withered body, as if it had long since lost its soul.

Time loses its meaning here; perhaps it's a thousand years, perhaps it's ten thousand years.

This darkness remained silent, like an eternal cage imprisoning everything.

But even though darkness has the power to devour everything, it can never stop the moment when a glimmer of light breaks free from its cocoon.

In this desolate abyss, within that body that had been silent for countless years, a faint light suddenly appeared.

The light was initially as thin as a wisp of silk, so faint that it seemed it could be swallowed by darkness at any moment, but in the next second, it suddenly burst forth with a power that could tear everything apart.

The surrounding darkness melted and receded at a frenzied speed, like ice and snow encountering a raging fire, revealing the outline of a body that had been buried for a long time.

"Hehe... Hahahaha..."

A low, hoarse laugh suddenly rang out, carrying the husky quality of someone who had lived in darkness for a long time.

At first, there was a hint of uncertainty and tentative exploration, but in an instant, it turned into a near-manic laugh that echoed in the empty void.

The repression, resentment, and pain that had accumulated for thousands of years erupted at this moment.

The body slowly began to move, its stiff neck turning and its joints making a soft "creaking" sound.

When she finally raised her head, her eyes, which had opened in the darkness, were half burning with a frenzied flame and half soaked in an unyielding pain.

Two extreme emotions clashed and intertwined in his eyes, threatening to tear this revitalized body apart completely.

She reached out her hand, her fingertips tracing the void where the glimmer of light had vanished.

Now that the darkness has receded, all that remains in my palm is a cold void.

"My disciple... I've found you... I've finally found you... Hehe..."

The maniacal laughter gradually subsided, leaving only heavy, rapid breathing rising and falling in the silence.

She gazed at the void of darkness before her, slowly stood up, her robes fluttering even without wind.

The next moment, a terrifying, world-destroying power suddenly erupted, sweeping out like a tsunami and rapidly engulfing the entire world.

boom--!

That divine and demonic imperial might, after countless years of silence, has finally broken free of its shackles today and once again reigns supreme over the world.

Even the heavens seemed to be shaken by this oppressive force, rippling with layers of dark light.

Tens of thousands of miles away, deep within a seemingly ordinary Taoist temple, bamboo shadows sway, and a sense of Zen pervades the air.

An old woman with white hair, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened her eyes. A glint of light flashed in her cloudy eyes as she looked towards the sky.

"She...is awake..."

The old woman's voice was soft, carrying a calm that came from years of experience, but her slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Above the sky, darkness surged faintly, the aura of a sleeping being awakening, so familiar that it made her heart tighten.

"Grandma Si, what are you saying? Who's awake?"

A childish voice came from beside me. A little boy, about seven or eight years old, rubbed his eyes and looked up curiously.

He had just woken up from a nap and looked at the old woman's solemn expression with a dazed look.

The white-haired old woman withdrew her gaze and looked down at the little boy beside her, a complex emotion flashing in her wrinkled eyes.

She slowly raised her hand and gently touched the little boy's head, her voice softening: "Yes... a long, long time ago, the person sleeping in that graveyard has awakened."

The little boy blinked his clear eyes, then suddenly clapped his hands as if in a flash of realization, saying, "Oh! I know! Isn't it that really wicked monster from Grandma's story? The one who stole your sweetheart?"

Upon hearing this, the old woman paused slightly, then gave a wry smile, neither saying yes nor no.

"Grandma, don't be afraid! When I grow up, I'll definitely beat that evil monster who stole your sweetheart!"

The little boy stepped out from behind the old woman, his chest puffed out high, his eyes full of childlike determination.

The white-haired old woman was about to say something with a smile when her expression suddenly changed, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

"Hmph! That wretched monster dared to steal Grandma's sweetheart! When I grow up, I'll beat her to a pulp..."

The little boy was still muttering angrily.

"Shut up!"

A sharp shout suddenly burst from the old woman's mouth, carrying an unprecedented severity.

She pulled the little boy behind her to protect him, her whole body tensing up as if facing a formidable enemy.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of the academy entrance, and his spiritual energy surged around him, forming a weak barrier.

The little boy looked bewildered, and a hint of grievance welled up in his eyes.

In his memory, his grandmother was always gentle. Even when he was naughty and caused chaos among the chickens, ducks, and geese in the village, she would just smile and indulge him.

Every night, his grandmother would hold him as he fell asleep, and even when he said he was all grown up, she would never let go.

He had never heard such a harsh rebuke before.

Although he felt wronged, he was also sensible and knew that his grandmother must have a reason. So he obediently hid behind her and curiously peeked out.

Just then, footsteps slowly began to sound.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Clear footsteps came from outside the door, the rhythm was not fast, but each step carried an invisible sense of pressure.

A woman dressed in a black robe slowly emerged from the shadows outside the door.

His black robe trailed on the ground, and he seemed to be surrounded by a faint black mist, obscuring his face, yet he possessed a chilling aura.

Upon seeing this figure, the white-haired old woman's face darkened completely, and the hand holding the little boy trembled slightly.

The woman in black robes did not look at the old woman, but instead precisely locked onto the small head hiding behind her.

When I saw the little boy's face, which vaguely resembled a figure from my memory.

A terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from her body, like a tangible blade, aimed straight at the little boy's face.

Seeing the murderous intent directed at the little boy, the white-haired old woman's eyes widened in fury. Her spiritual power surged wildly, condensing into a pale golden barrier in front of her.

However, under the oppressive aura of the woman in black robes, the barrier only lasted for a mere second before shattering with a "crack".

The white-haired old woman was suddenly thrown backward, a metallic taste rising in her throat, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, staining her chest red.

"Who are you! Don't you dare hurt my grandma!"

Upon seeing this, the little boy stepped forward without thinking and spread his arms to block in front of him.

Her small body faced the terrifying killing intent head-on, her voice trembling but unusually firm.

The woman in black actually withdrew her murderous intent.

She lowered her eyes to examine the little boy, her gaze lingering on his face for a long time before she chuckled softly, "You look a lot like him, but unfortunately... you are not him."

The little boy didn't understand the deeper meaning in her words, but he pursed his lips tightly and used his tender body to protect his grandmother behind him.

"Even with a similar face, one is nothing more than a heartless puppet."

The woman in black robes spoke as calmly as the wind, yet with a chilling edge.