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

On the outskirts of Qingxuan Holy Land, from Feng Wujiang and Lu Wanheng

After the figure disappeared, the cultivators from various sects immediately sent the news back to their respective sects.

In an instant, several powerful auras pierced the sky, converging on Qingxuan Holy Land like shooting stars chasing the moon.

The Qingxuan Incident has far-reaching implications, and now that two key figures have appeared, no one wants to miss out on the variables involved.

At this moment, deep within the Qingxuan Holy Land, in the grand hall shrouded in murderous aura, the figure of Zui still stood motionless.

Although the struggle with the awakened consciousness within him had temporarily ceased, the consciousness belonging to Shen Shuchou was ultimately only in its initial awakening, and after exhausting its strength, it fell silent again. However, Zui's face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

He naturally knew the origin of that consciousness. It was the soul of Shen Shuchou, which he had personally seized.

He never expected that this being, which should have been completely devoured, would be so strange as to cause such a stir within him, and even be able to mobilize half of his power to resist it.

"Neither the past nor the future... yet it is so troublesome."

He knew that this strange turn of events was most likely related to Shen Shuchou's original physical body.

Perhaps, only by completely destroying that empty shell can this hidden danger be eradicated at its root.

Just then, a figure appeared silently beside him; it was Cang.

"Feng Wujiang is dead."

Cang's voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were stating something insignificant.

Upon hearing this, Zui raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not seem too surprised.

With Lu Wanheng's current strength, coupled with Feng Wujiang's contempt for her, her defeat is only a matter of time.

What he cared more about was the bloodline within Lu Wanheng that shared the same origin as his own, but which was now intertwined with her soul.

In the outside world, several powerful auras descended one after another, like boulders thrown into still water, stirring up ripples around the Qingxuan Holy Land.

"My lord, shall we go out and eliminate them?"

Cang sensed the several probing auras and asked in a low voice.

The evil aura surging around him was chilling, and his eyes were icy cold as they opened and closed.

The awakening of that consciousness within him undoubtedly disrupted his plan to stir up trouble in the Central Plains by using the Qingxuan Land.

Although his strength has not yet recovered to its peak, it is still more than enough to deal with those figures outside.

However, this sudden change is ultimately not a favorable situation.

The sects outside will never allow Qingxuan Holy Land to remain shrouded in malevolent energy; sooner or later, they will join forces to exert pressure.

"No need," Zui replied calmly.

Cang frowned slightly and asked again, "Then what should we do now?"

"Go find Lu Wanheng and bring her back here," Zui ordered in a deep voice.

"But that woman has your divine and demonic blood flowing through her veins..."

Cang hesitated before speaking.

"It's alright."

"What I want is that mutated and corrupted blood of gods and demons."

A faint intuition arose in his heart that the power contained in this corrupted bloodline would be even more terrifying and formidable than the original pure divine and demonic blood.

"And what about you, my lord?"

Cang nodded in agreement, then asked another question.

"I will go and find that body."

The tone of his words was flat.

"And here..."

Cang's gaze swept over the sacred land of Zeng Qingxuan beneath his feet.

"Abandon for now."

He uttered only two words in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged!

The pervasive malevolent energy in the Qingxuan Holy Land seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, converging madly around him and surging into his body like a black tide.

This sudden change immediately alarmed everyone outside.

"Something has changed!"

An elderly man in a Taoist robe, at the Mahayana Realm, shouted in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

Before he finished speaking, his immense divine sense had already descended like a net, attempting to penetrate the barrier and investigate the situation inside the holy land.

However, the speed at which the malevolent energy receded far exceeded the speed at which his divine sense spread.

Just as the divine sense was about to touch the core, the last wisp of evil energy was completely absorbed by the sin and disappeared without a trace.

As the malevolent aura dissipated, the true face of the entire Qingxuan Holy Land was finally revealed to everyone.

Broken walls and scorched earth lie scattered everywhere. The once magnificent palaces have been reduced to ruins, with only a few dilapidated halls still barely standing.

The cultivators from the outside world stared blankly at the desolate landscape before them, momentarily lost in thought.

Who could have imagined that the once mighty Qingxuan Holy Land, which stood tall in the Central Plains and commanded respect from all directions, would end up like this?

At this moment, the figure of the Sin had already disappeared into the depths of the Holy Land, leaving behind only an empty ruin and a group of powerful figures from various sects looking at each other in bewilderment.

"They're all dead, not even a trace of life left."

The elders of the Suhua Holy Land withdrew their divine senses, their faces filled with shock.

His divine sense swept across the entire Qingxuan Holy Land, and all he saw was deathly silence, without a trace of life.

"The aftershocks of the battle that remain here are extremely powerful."

The powerful woman from the Burning Heaven Holy Land frowned as she examined the ruins, her tone filled with astonishment, "What kind of being could have brought the Pure Profound Holy Land to such a state?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the depths of the Qingxuan Holy Land, and several figures rushed straight towards it with a violent aura.

Those figures were dressed in the attire of the Qingxuan Holy Land, but their bodies were as stiff as puppets, their eyes were empty and lifeless, with only black energy churning in their eyes.

"Are they some of the senior elders of Qingxuan?"

The middle-aged expert from the Yunheng Holy Land's pupils constricted, and he shouted sharply, "Something's wrong! They've been turned into puppets! Be careful!"

Before the words were even finished, the puppets had already launched their attack. Their moves were ruthless and chaotic, displaying only a madness that sought to destroy everything.

Their cultivation levels remained at the same level as when they were alive, and now, driven by the baleful energy, they possessed an even more eerie ferocity.

"Let's do it!"

The powerful woman from the Burning Heaven Holy Land acted decisively, drawing her crimson longsword abruptly.

The next moment, a barrage of blazing sword energy rained down on the four puppets like a meteor shower.

"A swift victory is crucial! These puppets cannot be allowed to remain; we mustn't let them linger here!"

Her voice reached everyone's ears.

In an instant, on the ruins of the Qingxuan Holy Land, sword light and firelight clashed and collided, and the humming of magical treasures and the hoarse roars of puppets shook the heavens.

Three days later.

The news quickly spread throughout the five continents and reached the ears of all the major sects.

The Burial God Palace has reappeared in the world, and all living beings in the former sacred land of Qingxuan have been wiped out.

In addition, the remaining major holy sites jointly issued a notice.

All disciples of the sect must report to the authorities immediately if they see either Saintess Lu Wanheng of Qingxuan or Saint Master Feng Wujiang of Qingxuan.

The matter of the Burial God Palace is far-reaching, and its secrets seem to be known only to Feng Wujiang and Lu Wanheng. Finding these two has become the most urgent matter at present.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Feng Wujiang's head had already been quietly sent to the Tian Sheng Sect in the Eastern Continent.

In the silent room, Si Anhe stared at the head on the table, its eyes wide open, frozen in the horror of death, and remained silent for a long time.

The pent-up frustration, anger, and guilt of recent days seemed to find an outlet the moment I saw this head, but then a more complex emotion got stuck in my throat, unable to rise or fall.

She reached out and placed her hand on Feng Wujiang's head, where a faint trace of spiritual energy fluctuation remained.

The moment my fingertips touched her, a clear and familiar voice rang in my ears without warning.

"Take good care of him for me, I'll come back for him."

Upon hearing this voice, Si Anhe did not show much shock on her face.

From the moment she saw the head, she vaguely guessed that Lu Wanheng was not dead.

But the familiar yet once-hated voice still silenced her for a moment.

She couldn't tell whether her feelings for Lu Wanheng at that moment were hatred or something else entirely.

She hated Lu Wanheng; if it weren't for her, her younger brother wouldn't have become an empty shell.

She also hated that Lu Wanheng, who was supposed to be "dead," suddenly reappeared alive.

But now, looking at Feng Wujiang's head, it was Lu Wanheng who avenged her master in the end.

Si Anhe slowly clenched her fist, and as her spiritual power surged, she completely crushed the head into dust, which then scattered with the wind.

She turned and walked to the bedside, gently lay down, and buried herself in Shen Shuchou's arms.

The body was completely cold, stiff as a stone, yet she still clung to it tightly.

"Lu Wanheng,"

She closed her eyes, her voice as soft as a sigh, "I'll wait for you. But remember, you can't take him away."

He is her younger brother, and no matter what he becomes, he can only stay by her side from now on.

P.S.: I can't help it, I've been so busy lately, working from 8 am to 9 pm, and I'm exhausted after get off work. Sometimes I really have no ideas, plus this life is really bad. I want to finish it as soon as possible and then adjust my thinking. I'm sorry!