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

Qingxuan Sacred Land.

In a dimly lit secret room, Feng Wujiang, dressed in white, stood before a six-foot-long ancient mirror.

Deep within the mirror, a dark vortex slowly rotates, as if some sinister creature lurks within.

"What do you want?"

A cold voice suddenly came from the mirror.

Feng Wujiang slightly raised his eyelids, his tone calm and even: "I need you to count someone for me."

"Who is worth your search for me? You should know that once I awaken, I will be easily detected by those old fogies in the Holy Land."

"This person is very likely to ruin our grand plan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the vortex in the mirror twisted violently, and a human face slowly solidified.

Looking at the face in the mirror that was exactly the same as his own, Feng Wujiang felt a chill run down his spine, but he still continued in a deep voice, "I can foresee that he will destroy all our plans."

"Give it to me."

The person in the mirror spoke.

Feng Wujiang's palm flashed with spiritual light, condensing into a figure, which was none other than Shen Shuchou.

Upon seeing that figure, the face in the mirror suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed Shen Shuchou's illusory spiritual image whole.

The grating chewing sounds echoed in the enclosed room, as if someone were gnawing on a living creature, sending chills down one's spine.

A moment later, the sound stopped abruptly.

A very strange expression appeared on the face reflected in the mirror.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Wujiang frowned and pressed for an answer.

The person in the mirror spoke slowly, their tone tinged with disbelief.

"This person...is neither in the past nor in the future."

"What do you mean?"

Feng Wujiang frowned deeply.

"This person's destiny is a blank; I can neither explore his past nor predict his future."

The face in the mirror showed a hint of surprise.

"It's as if... he shouldn't exist in this world, yet he's actually standing there."

Feng Wujiang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Having lived for so many years, he had never encountered anything so bizarre before, yet he did not doubt the words in the mirror.

He then recounted that he had previously tried to eliminate Shen Shuchou, but was forcibly stopped by an inexplicable force.

The person in the mirror wasn't surprised at all: "This kind of person is not someone you can mess with."

"So we're just going to leave it alone?"

Feng Wujiang's tone was somber, "A variable that is not on the path of Heaven will sooner or later ruin our plans."

"What are you afraid of?"

The face in the mirror suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with a chilling greed.

"Interesting... I have existed for tens of thousands of years, and this freak is just like me. But it's fine, his blank destiny might be the best vessel for me to return to the Five Continents."

It paused, a sinister glint in its eyes: "Moreover, this child is currently in the desolate ancient land!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Feng Wujiang's face.

He was unaware that Shen Shuchou happened to be in a wild and ancient land.

The so-called anomaly there was not a stroke of luck at all, but a sacrificial trap that had been laid long ago.

"Alright, you can go now."

The face in the mirror gradually faded, transforming back into that distorted vortex. "I cannot remain awake for too long, lest those old fogies notice."

"Don't forget what you promised me."

Before leaving, Feng Wujiang coldly gazed at the mirror, "If you dare to lie to me, I will fight with everything I have to make sure you never see the light of day again."

The only response he received was a few sinister laughs coming from the mirror: "Hehehe..."

Stepping out of the dark room, Feng Wujiang stood on the veranda, gazing at the waning moon in the sky, and murmured softly, "Ling'er, wait for me... You will definitely appear again. This time, I have found the best body for you, and you will be satisfied."

His voice carried an almost obsessive intensity.

Meanwhile, in the wild and ancient land.

Shen Shuchou continued to venture deeper into the area.

For some reason, ever since he stepped into this place, a sense of unease had been rising in his heart.

With nowhere to retreat from, the only option now was to continue deeper into the territory.

The most urgent task is to find Si Anhe.

The deeper one ventures into this desolate and ancient land, the stronger the sense of danger in the air becomes, like an invisible net tightening ever more.

Shen Shuchou focused his mind and took each step with extreme caution.

His divine sense extended as far as possible in all directions, but it was always suppressed by an inexplicable force, and he could only detect the movements within a few feet.

After walking for about half an incense stick's time, a sharp clang of weapons clashing suddenly came from the foot of a low hill ahead, mixed with angry shouts and panting, clearly indicating that someone was fighting.

Shen Shuchou paused, then quietly crouched down, using the cover to cautiously approach the bottom of the slope.

Peeking out, one could see two groups of people facing each other, the atmosphere tense and ready to fight.

One of the teams consisted of four people, three men and one woman, all dressed in matching light blue outfits with a small sword embroidered on their chests, suggesting they were disciples of a certain sect.

The one who spoke angrily was a young man in white. His face was flushed, and he pointed at the person opposite him, shouting fiercely, "Zhou Fangming, you're asking for death! I was the one who discovered this site first!"

The other team consisted of only two people, yet they exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

The man called Zhou Fangming was a young man in a black robe, his hood covering most of his face, revealing only a pale chin.

He took a step forward, his voice somber: "Just because you say it's yours, does that mean it is? In this desolate ancient land, the strong have always been respected. There's no reason why I, Zhou Fangming, shouldn't be unable to obtain what I set my sights on."

Shen Shuchou's gaze fell behind the four people, where a dark purple disc was partially buried in the yellow sand.

The edges are engraved with intricate patterns, and a faint, dark light flows around them, clearly indicating that it is no ordinary object.

"I discovered this item first. Since ancient times, good and evil have been irreconcilable enemies. How could it fall into the hands of a demonic sorcerer like you!"

The young man in white, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, gripped his long sword tightly, the blade pointing directly at Zhou Fangming.

Zhou Fangming scoffed at this, a mocking smile playing on his lips beneath his black robe: "Stubborn fool. In this desolate ancient land, the so-called righteous path cannot protect your life."

The woman in black robes beside him remained silent, as if she were merely a soulless shadow.

But the next moment, her figure suddenly became ethereal, leaving a ghostly trail across the yellow sand, her target the only woman in green among the four.

"Be careful!"

The young man in white realized something was wrong and sternly warned him.

But the woman in black robes moved faster than anyone could have imagined.

She formed a palm with her five fingers, and a dense, dark demonic light instantly enveloped her palm, carrying a stench that corroded everything. She then slammed it hard into the woman's chest.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream suddenly ripped through the valley. The female cultivator hastily raised her hand to defend herself, but she was no match for the domineering and vicious demonic hand.

The palm's spiritual energy was instantly shattered by the demonic light, and the person was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Junior Sister!"

The young man in white rushed forward with eyes wide with rage and his heart filled with anxiety.

But as soon as he squatted down, before he could even touch his junior sister's body, he was so shocked by what he saw that he froze.

The female cultivator who had fallen to the ground was surrounded by wisps of dark demonic energy.

The skin dries out and withers rapidly at a visible rate, and the body's blood and vitality are frantically drained away.

In just ten breaths, it completely lost its breath, turning into a lifeless, dried-up corpse, lying motionless on the ground.