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

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Wujiang left with Lu Wanheng.

Under his power, the violent energy surging within Lu Wanheng's body due to the burning of sinful blood gradually subsided.

Lu Wanheng, his white robes stained with blood, stood silently behind Feng Wujiang, his voice icy: "Where is he?"

Feng Wujiang ignored him and did not reply.

He knew it in his heart.

His only concern was whether Shen Shuchou, this variable that had jumped out of the game, would really cause uncontrollable changes as he had predicted.

"Feng Wujiang, what exactly are you plotting in the shadows?"

Lu Wanheng spoke again, his tone chilling to the bone.

Gazing at the back of the person in front of her, she had already realized that Feng Wujiang had been scheming and plotting all along, harboring a secret plot.

Upon hearing the sound, Feng Wujiang slowly turned around.

His gaze fell on Lu Wanheng, looking at this perfect vessel he had carefully chosen, and a burning passion, almost obsessive, quietly welled up in his eyes.

That burning gaze pierced Lu Wanheng's eyes, and the sinful blood that had been forcibly suppressed suddenly began to stir restlessly in her meridians.

"Ling'er, you will soon be able to appear in the world."

Feng Wujiang murmured softly, his gaze fixed on her, filled with undisguised obsession and fervor.

In his eyes, Lu Wanheng had shed his original form and transformed into the figure within his inner demons and obsessions.

"What do you mean by that?"

Lu Wanheng's eyes suddenly turned cold as he stared intently at Feng Wujiang, his aura suddenly tightening.

Just as Feng Wujiang was about to speak, his brows suddenly furrowed.

From inside a distant pavilion, a terrifying aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth suddenly exploded.

A thick, inky aura of malevolence swept out from the pavilion, spreading rapidly in all directions. In just a few breaths, it descended like a curtain from the sky, completely enveloping the entire Qingxuan Holy Land.

The sudden celestial phenomenon instantly alarmed everyone in the Holy Land, even Elder Ye and his group, who were far away on the summit of Xuanling Mountain, all turned their heads to look.

The black aura blotted out the sky and the oppressive force spread across the land. Even the reclusive ancestors who had been in seclusion deep within the Qingxuan Holy Land for many years and did not concern themselves with worldly affairs opened their long-dormant eyes at this moment.

"He has come into this world."

Feng Wujiang sensed that familiar yet chilling aura, and his tone instantly became filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Such anomalies in the heavens and earth can only have one possibility—the forbidden being within the ancient mirror has already broken free of its seal through Shen Shuchou's body.

With this in mind, Feng Wujiang immediately turned around, intending to take Lu Wanheng to the center of the strange phenomenon.

But the moment he turned around, there was no one behind him.

Lu Wanheng had already leaped out, heading straight into the overwhelming, dark aura.

The forbidden power in the distance trembled faintly, causing the dormant sinful blood within her to boil completely and burn wildly.

A chilling sense of unease spread throughout her body, from her limbs to every pore, gripping her mind tightly.

She had an incredibly clear intuition—Shen Shuchou was at the very center of that malevolent aura.

She had to get there.

At the center of the surging black energy, all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was devoured, leaving only a thick, ink-like malevolent aura that lingered and did not dissipate.

A figure was slowly walking out of the ruins of the attic in a manner that defied the most basic human logic.

His body twisted and bent at bizarre angles, and every step he took was accompanied by the ear-piercing cracking sound of bones misaligning and tendons being pulled, but there was no sign of pain. Instead, it exuded an indifference and arrogance that transcended the mortal body.

He casually dragged a figure in his hand, as if dragging a dying dog. The tattered, blood-soaked body scraped across the rough ground, leaving a glaring bloodstain, utterly devoid of life.

Only after stepping completely out of the attic and standing in the center of the swirling black mist did the figure suddenly stop.

He lowered his head slightly, slowly twisting his neck and limbs, his bones emitting a series of dense, chilling crackling sounds, as if he were readjusting to and sculpting the body he had just acquired.

He suddenly tilted his head back and took a deep sniff of the murky, oppressive sky. His eyes were now completely filled with crimson and madness, and a surge of intense malice and ecstasy welled up. His low, hoarse laughter echoed across the surrounding area.

"Ah...what a perfect vessel."

This figure is the one who broke through the forbidden boundaries of the ancient mirror and returned to the world.

One who is hailed as the Dao Ancestor by all the heavens and myriad realms, yet wields the power of all sins and defies the laws of heaven.

"Welcome back to the mortal realm, Dao Ancestor."

Cang, who stood quietly to the side, bowed his head.

Zui slowly lowered his eyes, feeling the long-lost body, and a cold, cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"This kid's physical body is rather strange. Although I have possessed it, I have not been able to achieve a 100% perfect replica. However, this level is sufficient for me."

As he finished speaking, his gaze slowly turned to his side and landed on Shen Shuchou, who was lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

His method of possession was not like that of ordinary cultivators who forcibly invaded the physical body and devoured the soul. Instead, he relied on the forbidden power of the ancient mirror to completely replicate a brand new Shen Shuchou.

This method not only achieves a flawless and perfect possession, but also completely replicates and assimilates Shen Shuchou's fortune, cultivation, soul memories, and even all karmic entanglements related to him in the world. His original physical body should also disintegrate and dissipate without leaving a trace.

What made Zui Du frown slightly was that he had perfectly replicated everything about Shen Shuchou, without the slightest difference.

The original physical body, which should have vanished upon completion of the replication, remained intact in its original location, showing no signs of dissipation.

But this insignificant variable was not taken seriously by the crime.

This body, devoid of its soul and merely an empty shell, is nothing more than dust that can be crushed at will.

At that very moment, four immense and overwhelming pressures suddenly descended from the churning black sky.

Four figures arrived through the air, three men and one woman, all unfathomable old men whose beards and hair exuded the vicissitudes of time.

It was the four patriarchs of the Qingxuan Holy Land who were awakened by this strange disturbance in the heavens and earth and emerged from their secluded places.

"What is that?"

The woman at the head of the group frowned, her gaze piercing through the thick black mist and landing on the strangely positioned figure below.

"The aura is extremely sinister, and its origin is inexplicable, but this sinister and decaying feeling... is strangely familiar, as if it comes from the same source as the previously destroyed Burial God Palace."

The middle-aged patriarch with white hair covering his face beside him said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other three people's expressions changed drastically, and a wave of shock swept across their eyes.

After a brief moment of surprise, an even more deathly silence enveloped the four of them.

If the person below is indeed a remnant of the Burial God Palace, then this matter is truly outrageous.

Moreover, the calamity is taking place in the heart of the Qingxuan Holy Land. No matter what happens today, Qingxuan's thousand-year-old foundation will inevitably face a devastating catastrophe.

"Who is the current Holy Ruler?"

The old woman's voice suddenly turned cold, filled with piercing anger.

"If I remember correctly, it should be that young Feng Wujiang."

The other person replied in a deep voice.

"Such a terrible calamity has befallen the Holy Land! His Holy Lord is nothing but a figurehead!" The woman's tone was icy, full of reproach.

"This is not the time to pursue accountability; the most urgent task is to resolve the immediate crisis."

"Easy for you to say."

The woman sneered, "Can't you really feel the terror of that person below? Surrounded by this murderous aura, I can hardly even maintain my own cultivation. This person is unfathomable."

The other three looked ashen-faced, but none of them uttered a word of rebuttal, all acknowledging this chilling fact.

"Heh... Now that we're here, why hide in the sky and watch the show?"

The next second, a cold and mocking voice pierced through the thick black mist and resounded in the ears of the four people without any obstruction, as if whispering close at hand.

The four exchanged a glance, then without further hesitation, they simultaneously unleashed their cultivation to break through the black aura and instantly landed in front of Zui, trapping him in a pincer movement.

When they finally got close enough to face this person, the four of them felt a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts.

They strained their eyes and divine senses to investigate, but they couldn't see through the depth of the Sin's cultivation at all; it was as if the person in front of them was just an ordinary mortal.

"Are you a remnant of the Burial God Palace?"

The old woman glared at her coldly and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

Facing four pairs of eyes filled with murderous intent and vigilance, Zui suddenly chuckled softly. His laughter was hoarse and casual, yet it carried an indifference as if looking down on ants.

He slowly stood with his hands behind his back, raised his eyes to look at the four people, his scarlet eyes showing no ripples: "The Burial God Palace... it has been many years since I've heard of this name."

Upon hearing this, the four were slightly taken aback, and just as they relaxed a little, thinking that this person was not a remnant of the Burial God Palace.

But the next sentence from Zui made the faces of the four Qingxuan Ancestors turn ashen, and their souls trembled.

"To be precise, I am the creator of the Palace of Burial Gods."