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

In the sacred land of Qingxuan, the sky was filled with churning malevolent energy, and a deathly aura enveloped all directions.

In the center of the main hall, deep within the malevolent aura, a figure sat in the main seat.

This person was the one who possessed Shen Shuchou's appearance three years ago. The deathly aura surrounding him was several times stronger than that around him.

Suddenly, Zui slowly raised his eyes and opened them. In an instant, the surrounding evil energy surged and churned wildly. Within the terrifying and malevolent aura, there were the howls of thousands of dead souls, which shook the palace slightly.

"You're awake."

A few breaths later, a voice drifted in from outside the hall, and Feng Wujiang slowly walked into the hall.

He looked at the person seated above him, his eyes revealing an undisguised fear and apprehension.

Three years ago, the sin escaped from the ancient mirror, and its malevolent aura instantly engulfed the entire Qingxuan Sacred Land.

When he first appeared in the world, he displayed a terrifying ancient cultivation level. The Qingxuan Holy Land, which ranked among the top in Zhongzhou, was as fragile as paper in front of him and collapsed in an instant.

Over the past three years, most of the disciples of the Holy Land have become nourishment for healing and strengthening their foundations, while a few with profound cultivation have been refined into mindless puppets.

Now, Feng Wujiang clearly realized that the cultivation level of the person in front of him had already infinitely touched the legendary supreme realm.

Upon hearing these words, Zui glanced at him indifferently.

With just one glance, Feng Wujiang's body suddenly went out of control, his knees slammed heavily to the ground, his whole body stiffened, and he couldn't even lift his head to look up.

The man on the throne slowly rose and descended the steps one by one. As his footsteps landed, the malevolent aura surrounding the hall surged and churned.

Outside the sacred land, the cultivators from various sects who were stationed and observing felt a sudden sense of foreboding and all looked up at the Qingxuan Sacred Land, which was tightly sealed by evil energy.

The next moment, Zui slowly walked to Feng Wujiang's side and stopped. Through the rolling baleful aura, he saw all the commotion outside the holy land.

"hehe."

Looking at the group of cultivators spying outside, he let out two cold sneers.

Pressed to the ground under immense pressure, Feng Wujiang gritted his teeth and endured the suffocating oppression, asking, "Do you still remember the promise you made to me back then?"

"Are you questioning me?"

His eyes were fixed straight ahead, and his tone was icy and chilling.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!"

The deathly aura around him slowly enveloped him, and the sense of impending death gripped his mind. Feng Wujiang's will to survive surged, and he hurriedly bowed his head to reply.

He had originally decided to face death calmly after eliminating his inner demons, but when he was truly on the verge of death, his instinctive desire to live was still hard to suppress.

"You are of no use to me now."

The tone of his words was flat.

Feng Wujiang trembled violently, and was about to hurriedly explain when the other party's voice rang out again.

"Considering your years of devoted service, I will make an exception and grant your request."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zui closed his eyes and concentrated, then suddenly opened them again, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "That's interesting, the bloodline connection has been severed."

Feng Wujiang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by that, Your Excellency?"

To put it bluntly, the body you chose has already perished.

Upon hearing this, Feng Wujiang's pupils constricted sharply, and he exclaimed in shock, "Lu Wanheng is dead? How could this be? Who did it?"

Sin slowly shook his head, his fingertips twitching slightly, intending to recall that dead blood that should have been annihilated long ago.

But the next second, he frowned slightly. The connection with the dead blood was as if it were locked by invisible shackles. No matter how much he tried to exert his power, he could not move it in the slightest.

What surprised him even more was that the dead blood that should have been completely dormant was now pulsating weakly, as if some force was awakening it.

Moreover, that revitalized aura is gradually peeling away his mark, severing its connection with him at the root, as if it wants to break free from all constraints and give birth to a completely new and independent bloodline.

Having survived for a thousand years, this was the first time in his life he had encountered such a strange phenomenon. He couldn't help but feel a strong interest in it and was eager to see with his own eyes this bloodline that had been born from him but had created a new life.

Meanwhile, in Beizhou, on that war-torn land, Lu Wanheng's lifeless body lay quietly.

The gaping, bloody hole in her chest was gruesome and terrifying, devoid of any flesh or blood. Only the blood from all over her body had gathered there, congealing into a dark pool of blood.

In the midst of the deathly silence, the pool of blood suddenly began to surge without warning, as if it had been given life.

Dark red blood droplets slowly climbed up the cold skin, seeping back into the muscle tissue along the veins.

Wherever it passed, a faint trace of color appeared on the pale skin, as if a dried-up riverbed was being refilled with streams.

The gruesome blood hole in his chest was visibly shrinking inward, with tender flesh constantly sprouting from the dark red blood.

Like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, they fill the voids, subtly reshaping the veins and textures within them.

In just a few breaths, the shocking wound had healed completely.

At this moment, Lu Wanheng was still lying still, his face as pale as ever, and his body was still surrounded by an aura of death, just as before.

About half an incense stick's time passed.

A terrifying aura erupted from her body without warning, like a colossal beast awakening from its slumber, instantly sweeping across the entire wasteland.

The next second, those tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, their pupils devoid of any light, only a silent gray, as if covered by a thick layer of dust, bottomless.

A moment later, she slowly sat up, looking down at her own meridians. A powerful force, originating from her soul yet strangely unfamiliar, slowly surged within her body.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the shackles that had bound his cultivation for many years shattered.

His cultivation at the Integration Realm soared, breaking through the Void Barrier in an instant. Without slowing down, he climbed straight to the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

She raised her head, her gray eyes gazing into the distance, unfocused, yet seemingly able to pierce through thousands of miles of dust, landing in some unknown corner.

Lu Wanheng remained silent throughout. A moment later, her figure disappeared at the edge of the wasteland, heading towards the Qingxuan Holy Land, step by step, carrying a silent yet heavy pressure.

Eastern Continent Heavenly Saint Sect.

Despite being severely injured, Si Anhe went through many hardships to bring Shen Shuchou back to the sect. As soon as they entered, they locked the gates and the courtyard.

Inside the room, the two sat together on the bed. After settling in, Si Anhe immediately used her divine sense to examine Shen Shuchou's body.

But when she scanned her body with her divine sense, she was suddenly shocked to find that the body was completely empty, with no trace of her soul remaining.

The younger brother she had been worrying about day and night was indeed, as Lu Wanheng had said, just a body without a soul.

Si Anhe was completely flustered and unwilling to accept the reality before her.

She raised her hand and gently stroked Shen Shuchou's cheek, her voice trembling slightly: "Little brother, do you still remember me? I'm your older sister."

But Shen Shuchou just stared at her quietly, his eyes vacant.

This silent shattered Si Anhe's carefully maintained composure.

She suddenly hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face without warning, soaking his clothes.

She held him so tightly, as if she wanted to meld him into her very bones, with a mixture of tender affection and desperate longing.

After some time, as she gently stroked his back, she suddenly touched some uneven marks.

Even through the clothes, the crisscrossing tactile sensation was exceptionally clear.

Si Anhe's heart sank suddenly. She slowly released him and looked at Shen Shuchou's expressionless face. Her fingers trembled slightly as she slowly removed his upper body clothing.

As the clothes slipped off, the scars of varying depths were instantly exposed to the air.

The old wounds had long since scabbed over, with a dark luster, while several new wounds still bore the bright red of their previous appearance, with congealed scabs visible at the edges, clearly indicating that they had been inflicted not long ago.

These scars, like hideous centipedes, crawled all over his back and chest.

Si Anhe's fingertips gently touched a fresh wound, and the sensation made her heart clench with pain.

She knew better than anyone that no one but Lu Wanheng could leave such scars on Shen Shuchou and render him powerless to resist.

"Lu Wanheng..."

She murmured the name, her voice filled with icy killing intent, her spiritual energy surging violently with rage. "You truly deserve to die!"

"It must hurt a lot... my silly little brother."

Si Anhe cupped his face in her hands, her fingertips gently tracing his pale cheeks, her voice choked with sobs, almost incoherent.

"If I had been more assertive and kept you by my side, would you have avoided all this suffering? It's my fault... I didn't take good care of you..."

Regret overwhelmed her like a tidal wave; all the reasons she had once respected his choice now became thorns stuck in her heart.

She gazed at the face so close to hers, a face that once held youthful vigor and smiled at her, now only silence remained.

Tears blurred her vision without her realizing it, but they couldn't hide the complex emotions surging in her eyes, a mixture of heartache and longing.

She slowly leaned closer, her forehead gently touching his, warm tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto his brow bone, leaving a small wet patch.

After a long pause, she turned her head slightly, her tear-stained lips, filled with endless pity and trembling, landed on his lips with utmost reverence.