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

Yang Li's face was as cold as iron. He knew very well that the Heavenly Saint Sect was destined to face an unprecedented catastrophe since its founding.

The worst outcome would be a repeat of the tragic fate of the Qingxuan Holy Land, with the entire sect wiped out and the land reduced to a desolate, untouched ruin.

Even knowing the future held little promise, his gaze remained sharp and resolute, his voice echoing throughout the darkness-swept sect: "All disciples of the Heavenly Saint Sect, heed my command! Today may be your last day in the sect, but regardless of life or death, in this battle, we will advance without retreat, fight to the death!"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The deafening shouts echoed through the darkness, like sparks igniting a wildfire that instantly fueled everyone's fighting spirit.

Sin looked down at the shimmering light below, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes, followed by a deeper bloodlust: "The struggle of ants is somewhat interesting. Unfortunately... they are still ants."

He slowly raised his hand, and countless twisted black shadows suddenly emerged from the darkness, like lurking venomous snakes, lunging towards the crowd below.

"kill!"

Yang Li roared and charged forward first.

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Meanwhile, in the desolate wasteland of Xizhou, filled with deathly aura, a figure dressed in black sat quietly in a damp cave.

She was covered in blood, her long hair disheveled, as if she had blended into the deathly silence around her.

Outside the cave, a cold, sharp wind howled, carrying a faint dampness that added to the desolate atmosphere.

The next second, the figure suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with a deathly gray-white light; it was Lu Wanheng.

She clearly sensed that the divine and demonic blood within her body was surging wildly, accompanied by a strong tremor.

What made her heart clench even more was that the direction this bloodline was pulling towards was pointing far away to the Eastern Continent.

"not good……"

Lu Wanheng cursed under his breath and suddenly stood up, clearly realizing something.

Just as she was about to rush out of the cave, a figure suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

The newcomer was also dressed in black, his face hidden in the shadows; it was none other than Cang, who had been lurking in the dark all along.

The moment he saw who it was, Lu Wanheng didn't hesitate for a second. A cold light flashed at his fingertips, and he slashed out with a sharp, piercing sword, the sword energy carrying a thick bloody aura sweeping across the opponent's face.

Cang spun lightly, his figure flowing like a cloud as he dodged the fierce blade.

Her tone was calm and even: "I didn't come here to attack you."

Lu Wanheng's grip on the sword didn't loosen in the slightest. His cold, gray-white eyes locked onto her, the blade held horizontally in front of him: "You think I don't know you've been secretly following me for days? Now you're blocking my path, and you say you didn't want to fight? Who would believe that?"

"Believe it or not, I'm not here to fight you."

Cang's tone remained calm.

"But I know where you want to go right now."

She paused, then continued, "My advice is, don't go anywhere right now."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Lu Wanheng frowned.

"Not to mention that people from various sects are still searching for you, even if you manage to reach the Eastern Continent, you're no match for him."

Cang's voice was very soft.

Lu Wanheng looked at her suspiciously.

Cang leaned casually against the damp cliff face, his fingertips lightly tracing the rough rock: "Don't look at me like that. I'm not helping you, I'm just curious about what this 'corrupted' blood in your body will be like once it truly awakens."

These words caused Lu Wanheng's pupils to shrink slightly. She pressed on in a deep voice, "Do you know the origin of this blood?"

"nature."

Cang's tone was resolute.

"The blood of sin flows in your veins. Sin is an anomaly born from the forced fusion of the extreme bloodlines of the ancient gods and demons. The origins of gods and demons are inherently mutually exclusive, like water and fire. Therefore, those who inherit the blood of sin have always only a violent and bloodthirsty demonic bloodline, with their divinity completely suppressed and sealed."

She slightly raised her eyes, her gaze fixed directly on Lu Wanheng.

"But you are different."

Lu Wanheng was deeply moved and eagerly asked, "What do you mean?"

A faint, meaningful smile appeared on Cang's lips. He lowered his voice, which carried a hint of playful curiosity as he probed for secrets.

"Because within this restless, sinful blood within you lies a divine nature unseen for millennia."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wanheng trembled violently.

"Why do you think I should believe you?"

She gripped the sword tightly, her voice cold and hard, "Even if what you're saying is true, aren't you one of his people?"

Cang chuckled softly, a faint laugh carrying with it a sense of desolation and barrenness sealed for millennia, its sound slowly echoing in the cold, damp cave.

"Me...hehe..."

She slowly raised her eyes, the indifference of the past fading from her dark eyes, replaced by a thick, unyielding darkness and vicissitude. Her voice was low and hoarse as she revealed a shocking secret: "I am the divine blood source that has been sealed and suppressed by demonic blood for thousands of years."

These words resounded like a thunderclap in the cave.

"As time goes by, the demonic nature dominates the physical body, while the divine nature slumbers forever. I am the only remaining remnant of the divine soul, which was ultimately devoured."

Cang's gaze was fixed firmly on Lu Wanheng, his tone unwavering: "That is precisely why I am the only one in the world who can accurately sense that unique aura in your bloodline. The dormant divinity within you is gradually breaking free of its shackles and slowly reviving."

"To put it another way, you and I are actually the same kind of people."

Cang paused slightly as he spoke, and a fervent light suddenly ignited in his previously calm eyes.

She stared intently at Lu Wanheng, her voice carrying an almost obsessive certainty: "If I'm not mistaken, you are the last god of this Dharma-ending Age!"

The cave fell into a deathly silence.

The cold wind, damp air, and chilly humidity all stagnated, and you could hear a pin drop.

Lu Wanheng fell completely silent.

After a long while, she slowly raised her eyes.

The astonishment faded from his gray pupils, leaving only a chilling, resolute look. All his emotions were hidden, leaving no trace of his true feelings.

Her wrist sank slightly, the cold light of the blade in her hand intensified, and a chilling aura swept over her. She spoke to Cang, word by word, in a cold voice: "I don't care whether what you say is true or false, nor do I care about the so-called divine bloodline."

"Now, get out of my way."

"you……"

Cang was speechless for a moment.

She thought that since she had revealed Lu Wanheng's deepest secret, he would keep asking questions.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wanheng seemed completely indifferent to the divinity within him.

The fervor in Cang's eyes slowly faded, leaving only a complex silence.

She knew perfectly well that she was no match for Lu Wanheng at this moment.

Especially after sensing the power of the dormant divinity within her that was about to resurface, she would never harbor any murderous intent towards her in this lifetime.

The cold wind from the cliff cave swept past him, and Cang silently stepped aside, making way for the only passage.

After leaving the cave, Lu Wanheng sped off towards Dongzhou without hesitation.

Three days later.

When Lu Wanheng stepped into Dongzhou again and stood in front of the Tiansheng Sect, he was struck as if by a heavy blow and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The once magnificent Tian Sheng Sect is now shrouded in a pungent stench of blood, and even the air smells thick with the metallic odor of rust.

The once indestructible protective array is now riddled with cracks, resembling a tattered spiderweb.

As Lu Wanheng stepped inside, all he could see in his gray-white pupils were mutilated corpses and severed limbs, with broken swords and shattered magical artifacts scattered all over the ground.

She followed the corpses scattered on the ground, step by step, toward the summit of the Heavenly Saint Sect. Each step she took landed on the congealed bloodstains, making a dull thud.

The gate to the courtyard on the mountaintop was broken and collapsed, and the grass and trees inside were all soaked in blood and rotted into mud.

The moment Lu Wanheng stepped into the courtyard, his gaze suddenly fixed on the lonely figure in the center of the courtyard.

Si Anhe knelt in the center of a thick pool of blood, her knees already numb and ulcerated from being soaked in blood.

Her plain white dress was completely covered in dark red blood, and layers of blood-stained clothes clung tightly to her thin, withered skin, covered with fine scabs and dust.

The corpses around her were piled up like mountains, and severed limbs were piled up and spread around her, the stench of death tightly enveloping her.

She sat there stiffly amidst thousands of corpses, withered and emaciated, like a broken body that had not yet fallen.

His back was completely collapsed and hunched over, his hair was messy and stuck to his cheeks and neck, and strands of black hair were soaked in blood, making him look extremely disheveled.

His body was devoid of any vitality; even his trembling had become subtle and stiff, as if even pain, fear, and breathing were about to completely disappear.

Amidst the deathly silence and crimson light, it was as if her soul had been utterly crushed by the most devastating circumstances imaginable.

Lu Wanheng walked step by step, his feet stained with blood, each step clear and heavy, crashing heavily into the deathly silent courtyard, shattering the boundless stillness.

After a long while, the lifeless body finally moved slightly, extremely stiffly and slowly.

Si Anhe slowly raised her head.

Those were eyes that were completely ruined.

His pupils were unfocused and grayish-white, without any focus, without any liveliness, and without a trace of light.

What surged in his eyes was not sadness, nor weeping, but a deathly stillness of having endured everything and being powerless to reverse the situation; a complete and utter collapse and despair that penetrated to the bone.

There were no tears in her eyes, for she had long since cried out her blood and tears, leaving only a desolate and lifeless wasteland.

The moment her unfocused gaze finally focused and she recognized Lu Wanheng, her lifeless, stiff body suddenly convulsed violently.

Lu Wanheng stopped in front of her, his posture tall and cold, looking down at the disheveled and broken woman.

His pale eyes held no emotion, only a chilling coldness and urgency. His voice was as hard as ice, each word ringing out: "Where is he!"

Si Anhe stared at her for a long time, her unfocused gaze fixed on Lu Wanheng's face, her dry, cracked, and blood-stained lips moving slightly.

After a long while, she finally managed a smile.

It is a twisted and bleak arc, stretched out by stiff flesh, full of misery, brokenness, and despair to the extreme, carrying a deep sense of self-loathing and utter despair.

Her voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable, as if her throat was blocked by blood clots, and every word was broken and hoarse.

"Lu Wanheng... I can't protect him..."

Her whole body convulsed violently, her thin body trembled so badly it seemed to fall apart, and her head slumped heavily.

When he finally managed to lift his head, his eyes were filled with a complete desire to die, having utterly given up all struggle and hope.

"Kill me... I'm useless... I gave it my all... but I still couldn't protect my brother..."

"I can't protect them... I can't protect anyone..."

He was completely devastated, his soul shattered, and his life force nearly extinguished.

All that remained was an endless, all-consuming despair, which drowned her in this blood-red inferno.