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

As autumn deepens, a slight chill seeps into the courtyard, and a gentle breeze stirs the lingering worry on Si Anhe's brow.

Three months have passed since she brought Shen Shuchou back to the sect from Beizhou. During these three months, she has stayed by his side almost every step of the way, trying countless methods to awaken the divine soul within him.

He fed her with many precious elixirs and tried all sorts of ancient secret methods, but each time, it ended in silence.

She looked at Shen Shuchou lying on the bamboo rocking chair behind her. His eyes were lightly closed, and his face was still handsome, but lifeless.

With pity welling up in her beautiful eyes, she gently knelt down beside him, her fingertips brushing against his wind-blown hair: "Little brother, no matter how long it takes, no matter what it takes, I will definitely make you back to your original self."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a soft sigh came from outside the courtyard gate.

Si Anhe's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked up, only to see a middle-aged figure in a gray robe walking slowly towards her. The man's steps were steady, and his aura was restrained, yet he exuded an invisible pressure.

Upon recognizing the person who had arrived, Si Anhe quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Sect Master."

The visitor was none other than Yang Li, the current sect leader of the Tian Sheng Sect.

As a top figure who leads the demonic path in the Eastern Continent, his reputation has long spread throughout the cultivation world. However, unlike Xie Wuhuan, who exudes a murderous aura, he is gentle and mild-mannered, making it difficult for people to feel fear.

"I know the whole story."

Yang Li's voice was gentle, his gaze falling on Si Anhe, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes, "I've also heard about your master's matter."

Mentioning Xie Wuhuan, Si Anhe's eyes instantly reddened, and she had to force herself not to let the tears fall.

Yang Li gently patted her shoulder, his tone filled with unwavering certainty: "Don't worry, I will personally settle Wu Huan's score. Feng Wujiang, and those behind Qingxuan Holy Land, none of them will escape."

"Thank you, Sect Master."

Si Anhe thanked her with tears in her eyes.

Yang Li's gaze passed over her and landed on Shen Shuchou, who was sitting in the rocking chair behind him. After looking him over for a moment, he said, "This must be your younger brother."

Si Anhe looked at him, her knees slightly bent as she was about to kneel down, but she was held up by a gentle yet irresistible force.

"Please, Sect Master... take a look at him for me."

She looked up, her eyes full of earnestness.

"Silly girl, there's no need for such a grand gesture in front of me." Yang Li's voice remained gentle. After speaking, an invisible divine sense, like a stream flowing into the sea, silently surged into Shen Shuchou's body.

The divine sense of the Mahayana realm was as fine as a net, slowly flowing through Shen Shuchou's meridians and sea of ​​consciousness, not missing any subtle trace of aura.

A moment later, Yang Li withdrew his divine sense, his brows furrowing slightly as if he were pondering something.

"Sect Master, does he... does he still have a chance to recover?"

Seeing his solemn expression, Si Anhe's heart jumped into her throat, and she eagerly pressed for answers.

"That's quite a strange thing."

Yang Li lightly twirled his fingers and pondered, "Although this child's soul has been stripped away, a very faint soul seed remains in his body, so ethereal that it is almost nonexistent."

Si Anhe's heart skipped a beat: "Soul Seed? What does that mean? What is his current condition? Is there any way...?"

"The soul seed is the foundation of the soul. As long as this spark does not go out, there is no utter hope."

Yang Li said slowly, "But besides the soul seed, there is also an aura within his body that does not belong to him."

He paused, his gaze returning to Shen Shuchou, his tone growing heavier: "If you want him to recover completely, there is only one way: retrieve his stolen soul and restore it to its rightful place."

After saying that, Yang Li raised his hand and gently placed his fingertips on Shen Shuchou's brow.

A gentle yet pure spiritual energy slowly flowed in, like a trickle heading straight for that almost imperceptible soul seed.

Just as this power touched the soul seed, deep within the Qingxuan Holy Land, far away in the Central Plains, shrouded in dense baleful energy...

As Zui stood in the hall shrouded in black mist, his brows suddenly twitched almost imperceptibly.

Within his body, the consciousness that he had previously devoured suddenly stirred, like frozen earth touched by a spring breeze, rippled slightly, as if it were about to revive.

In the courtyard of the Tian Sheng Sect, Si Anhe held her breath and stood nervously to the side, her eyes fixed on Yang Li and Shen Shuchou.

As the power Yang Li infused into the soul seed became increasingly pure, his expression changed, becoming solemn as if covered in frost and snow.

Following that wisp of soul seed, he clearly sensed a bottomless, terrifying aura, like a lurking ancient beast, carrying the pressure of world destruction.

Yang Li did not stop. Instead, he suppressed his surprise and channeled even purer Mahayana spiritual power into the energy.

The vast and gentle spiritual energy slowly nourished the soul seed that was on the verge of collapse. The faint light that was originally ethereal and could be annihilated at any time gradually solidified and stabilized, taking root again in Shen Shuchou's body.

Unexpected events can occur suddenly!

From the depths of the dormant soul seed, a violent and fierce backlash suddenly erupted, sharp and domineering, sweeping straight towards Yang Li's divine sense!

Caught off guard, even Yang Li, a top expert in the Mahayana realm, couldn't help but sway and take a half step back.

Extreme horror instantly welled up in his eyes, and his mind was shaken.

Then, without warning, a cold voice rang out from Shen Shuchou, who was on the recliner.

"presumptuous!"

"Younger brother?" Si Anhe's heart skipped a beat, and she called out subconsciously.

Yang Li's eyes suddenly sharpened, his expression becoming extremely wary. He stretched out his long arm and swiftly pulled Si Anhe behind him to protect her, warning her in a deep voice.

He stared intently at Shen Shuchou, whose aura had completely changed, his words icy cold and carrying the pressure of a Mahayana powerhouse: "Just what are you?"

The boy lying on the spot did not open his eyes. His lips parted slightly, and his tone was indifferent and arrogant, with a disdain as if looking down on an ant: "You are not worthy to know my name."

Yang Li stared at him for a moment, then pondered, "You are the mastermind behind the fall of the Qingxuan Holy Land, aren't you? A remnant of the Burial God Palace!"

He had been in seclusion for many years and only emerged yesterday to learn of the dramatic changes in the outside world. Upon seeing this strange situation, his first thought was of the mysterious entity that had stirred up the storm.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile, his deep laughter filled with boundless arrogance: "Heh... you do have some knowledge. Unfortunately, you've guessed wrong after all. I am the founder of the Burial God Palace."

The creator of the Burial God Palace!

These seven words struck like a thunderclap, causing Yang Li's brows to furrow suddenly and a tidal wave of emotions to surge within him.

The terrifying force that had been dormant for countless ages and wreaked havoc on the Burial God Palace in the Central Plains was not caused by remnants, but by the true form of its ancestor!

The boy kept his eyes closed, his voice lazy yet chilling, tinged with amusement: "If you hadn't forcibly channeled your spiritual power to nourish this wisp of soul, I wouldn't have been able to detect this physical body. How interesting."

Si Anhe, who was standing to the side, had already fully realized what was happening.

The cold, unfamiliar voice and the eerie, terrifying aura before her eyes were the very culprit who had stolen her brother's soul and caused Shen Shuchou to become what he was now!

Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with grief and rage. She screamed at the boy's retreating figure, "Give me back my brother!"

"Little brother...hehe..."

His gaze was cold as he looked at the grief-stricken and out-of-control Si Anhe, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

But his joking words came to an abrupt halt before they could even finish.

At the same moment, deep within the Qingxuan Holy Land, a thousand miles away, where the aura of malevolence obscured the sun, the consciousness within that body broke free from its silence and ushered in its full resurgence!

A powerful and domineering force suddenly awakened, frantically vying for control of the physical body, causing the entire body to tremble slightly.

For the first time, an extremely strange expression appeared on the face of the person who had always looked down on all the heavens and whose mind was never turbulent.

"A mere wisp of remaining consciousness dares to defy me? He's courting death!"

A chilling sneer echoed in his heart, filled with murderous intent.

"Suppress them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, boundless and terrifying demonic power erupted from his original body like a monstrous wave, attempting to completely crush and seal away the awakened consciousness.

In his eyes, this was nothing more than a futile struggle of ants trying to shake a tree, which could be quelled with a flick of the finger.

But in the next instant, Sin's expression suddenly changed, filled with disbelief and horror.

"How is that possible!"

Just as his power was about to crush everything in his path, the suddenly revived consciousness simultaneously unleashed an equally terrifying force, colliding head-on with it without yielding an inch!

What shocked and puzzled him the most was that every bit of power the other party unleashed originated from himself!

This inexplicably awakened consciousness, in the blink of an eye, took control of half of his original power, enough to rival and contend with his true form!

"What exactly are you?"

A storm raged in the depths of sin's heart.

He suddenly realized that choosing this body might have been a mistake from the very beginning.

Inside the Qingxuan Holy Land Hall, Feng Wujiang, who had been standing guard to the side, keenly sensed the terrifying, turbulent aura surrounding him. His mind tensed, and he bowed respectfully, calling out softly, "My Lord..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice filled with endless sharpness and malevolence suddenly pierced through layers of baleful energy and resounded throughout the entire Qingxuan Holy Land!

"Feng Wujiang, come out."

Upon hearing this, Feng Wujiang's expression suddenly hardened, and then a hint of secret ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

That voice was etched into his memory; it belonged to Lu Wanheng!

He quickly glanced sideways, cautiously surveying the turbulent demonic energy within the hall. Not daring to linger, he quietly retreated from the hall, stepping out of the layers of restrictions and standing outside the Qingxuan Holy Land.

At this moment, cultivators from various sects had already gathered outside the holy land, their figures bustling about.

But none of the thousands of people around him caught Feng Wujiang's eye.

His gaze was fixed on a solitary, towering figure in front of him.

The man was surrounded by a chilling aura, his malevolent energy surging endlessly. He gripped a long sword tightly in his hand, its blade brimming with killing intent, and his chilling sword intent soared straight into the sky.

A pair of lifeless, gray eyes, devoid of warmth, pierced through the crowd, locking onto him firmly, their killing intent chilling and relentless.

P.S.: I've been so busy with work lately, sigh!