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

"What are you trying to say?"

Upon hearing the word "deal," Yang Li's expression remained icy, his gaze fixed intently on the other party.

His spiritual energy surged like a torrent ready to be unleashed, clearly indicating that he was prepared to strike at any moment.

"hehe……"

Sin chuckled softly, a mocking laugh in his voice.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Yang Li with an innate arrogance: "Be my subordinate, follow me, and together we control this world. When I tire of this place and wish to leave, you will be the master of these five continents. Or... I can lead you to glimpse the highest realm."

Upon hearing these words, Yang Li's heart was suddenly filled with a storm of emotions.

To rule the five continents? For him, it was tempting, but not irresistible.

The Heavenly Saint Sect was already a top-tier power. Although it did not explicitly claim dominance, it controlled the order of the Eastern Continent.

But the other party's final words, "the highest realm," struck him like a thunderbolt, piercing his deepest, most secret desire.

He is now at the peak of the Mahayana realm, stuck at this step for nearly a hundred years, yet still unable to touch that threshold.

This threshold is the obsession of all the top experts in the Five Continents, and it is also what he has been seeking all his life.

But Yang Li was, after all, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, and he would never believe the other party's words so easily.

"You dare to speak so presumptuously? Do you really think that I, Yang, would choose to believe you based on a mere empty promise?"

Yang Li sneered.

While secretly using his divine sense to investigate the other party, Yang Li also kept a close watch on himself, only to find that the aura of sin was like a bottomless abyss.

No matter how hard he tried to spy, he couldn't get a single thing out of it.

This unfathomable depth intensified his apprehension.

Seeing this, Zui smirked and said, "Believe it or not, the choice is yours."

As he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand and lightly traced a line in the air with his fingertips.

In an instant, the space above the courtyard was torn apart like shattered glass, and endless darkness surged out, twisting and churning in mid-air, as if countless ferocious shadows were roaring within it.

A terrifying pressure far exceeding that of the Mahayana realm descended like a collapsing sky, instantly enveloping Yang Li and Si Anhe, causing them to catch their breath.

"This is my source of confidence."

His sinful gaze held an arrogant disdain for all living beings, as if he were looking at two struggling ants.

Feeling the oppressive aura, Yang Li remained silent for a few breaths, but an indomitable flame ignited in his eyes.

He slowly straightened up, his voice hoarse from the pressure, yet resolute and unwavering: "The Heavenly Saint Sect has stood for a thousand years, never relying on outsiders. I, Yang Li, have never needed to depend on anyone to lead the sect. Especially not someone like you of unknown origin—since you insist on war, I am not afraid!"

Before the words were even finished, the entire mountain-encircling array of the Heavenly Saint Sect instantly hummed and activated, with countless streams of light rising from all parts of the mountain gate, weaving together to form a huge light curtain that enveloped the entire sect.

A vast and boundless power surged along the array's veins, instantly sealing off the surrounding space. It clashed violently with the oppressive force of sin, producing a muffled roar.

As the grand formation was activated, disciples and elders from all over the Heavenly Saint Sect looked up, their gazes all turning towards this direction.

"Where are the disciples of the Heavenly Saint Sect?!"

Yang Li's voice, imbued with spiritual power, suddenly resounded through the sky and penetrated every corner.

"exist!"

A response rang out first, followed by a thunderous roar of agreement.

"exist--!"

"exist--!"

Countless voices converged, shaking the clouds and carrying the pride and spirit of the Heavenly Saint Sect.

"Since you are here, you will fight alongside me against the enemy!"

As soon as the order was given, countless figures rushed over from all directions.

Among the visitors were sect elders with white hair and beards, and emerging core disciples.

The cultivation levels varied greatly, with many experts at the Void Realm and Nascent Soul stages, as well as a number of younger generations at the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages.

Regardless of their cultivation level or seniority, they all bear the same mark: the Heavenly Saint Sect.

As Zui gazed at the suddenly assembled, dark mass of Tian Sheng Sect members standing between heaven and earth, the lazy amusement in his eyes vanished completely.

Instead, a chilling, piercing bloodlust emanated from him, and a savage smile crept onto his lips.

"I originally thought you were a perceptive and intelligent person."

His tone was indifferent, yet it carried a chilling contempt; every word was icy.

"Now it seems he was nothing but a foolish and reckless man."

Meeting the accusing gaze, Yang Li remained calm: "I don't care what your intentions are, but if you intend to force your way into my Heavenly Saint Sect and abduct my disciples, I will absolutely not allow it, and the Heavenly Saint Sect will absolutely not tolerate it!"

Just then, a deep, aged voice suddenly rang out.

A powerful and imposing elder, whose aura was firmly established at the peak of the Mahayana stage, stepped forward. His gaze was solemn as he locked onto the figure, and he asked in a deep voice, "Sect Master, who exactly is this person?"

"This person is the culprit who turned Qingxuan Holy Land into a deadly place; he comes from the Burial God Palace."

Yang Li spoke concisely, yet his voice was clear enough for the surrounding disciples to hear him.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the Heavenly Saint Sect changed drastically, their eyes filled with horror.

These days, rumors about the Burial God Palace have spread throughout the five continents, but most people have only seen scattered records in ancient books and know that it is a taboo existence that caused a great bloodbath hundreds of years ago.

Among the crowd, the Supreme Elder's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Back then, I joined forces with other fellow Daoists to participate in the battle to wipe out the Burial God Palace, and personally beheaded the sect leader of the Burial God Palace. I never expected that after so many years, you would still dare to show yourselves."

He looked at Zui, his tone scrutinizing: "Which junior member of the Burial God Palace were you back then?"

Upon hearing this, Sin's gaze fell upon him, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty arrogance, and his voice echoed like an ancient voice: "I am the creator of the Burial God Palace, an existence that you ants can never reach."

Upon hearing this, the Supreme Elder frowned sharply. The next second, as if he had realized something, his expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock, "You...you are not that being born from the fusion of divine and demonic blood?!"

"Oh? I didn't expect that in your time, there would still be someone who remembers me."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"impossible!"

The Supreme Elder trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief. "In that ancient war between gods and demons, heaven and earth were overturned, and gods and demons were annihilated. How could you still be alive?"

Sin chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the air with a chilling pressure: "Death? I am a being of divine and demonic nature. As long as heaven and earth endure, I will never die. I was merely tricked by those old fogies and fell into a deep sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness surrounding Sin suddenly surged wildly, and from the gap in the torn void, a turbulent and twisted torrent of black water poured down like a tidal wave bursting its banks.

In just a few breaths, the vast Tian Sheng Sect suffered the same fate as the Qing Xuan Holy Land, completely enveloped and swallowed by layers of thick, deathly darkness.

In the center of the black mist, the figure of Sin stood suspended in mid-air, like an unparalleled god or demon awakened from chaos.

An ancient and terrifying pressure flowed through the darkness, permeating every inch of the sect's land and every corner, making it difficult for all living beings to breathe and causing their Dao foundations to tremble.