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

Looking at the withered and emaciated Si Anhe, Lu Wanheng said nothing more.

She slowly walked to Si Anhe's side, flipped her hand, and streams of pure true energy flowed into the other's body, steadily supporting the rapidly disappearing life force.

"Why...why did you save me...and then kill me...?"

Feeling the surging true energy within her body, Si Anhe's voice became hoarse like a broken gong, and her eyes were filled with a resolute desire to die.

Lu Wanheng did not answer, but silently channeled his inner energy until he was sure she was temporarily safe, then slowly withdrew his hand.

Then, she turned around and looked up at the sky!

Over there, several powerful auras were rapidly approaching this place.

"Don't ever show up again."

Lu Wanheng left only a cold remark, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

As soon as she finished speaking, she stomped her foot and shot into the sky like an arrow, heading towards the approaching aura.

After Lu Wanheng left, only Si Anhe remained in the courtyard. She slowly raised her head, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in her empty eyes, but it was quickly swallowed up by endless sorrow.

"Lu Wanheng..." she murmured softly, her voice as light as a breeze, "If you can't be a good teacher... then I can't be a good older sister either..."

Tears mingled with the blood on his face, forming filthy streaks on his chin.

The wind howled across the mountaintop, carrying away the stench of blood from the ground and her soft sobs, leaving only a scene of devastation and a figure utterly consumed by despair.

The clouds surged in the sky, and the cold wind howled.

Lu Wanheng stood atop the vast sky, his icy gaze sweeping over the several figures that were closing in from all directions. His voice was filled with a chilling coldness: "You lot are like persistent ghosts."

Those who surrounded them were all top-tier warriors from the remaining three holy lands, each a renowned veteran expert whose oppressive aura layered upon layer, sealing off the entire sky.

A white-haired elder at the Mahayana Realm stepped forward slowly, his expression solemn. He spoke first: "Lu Wanheng, we initially had no hostility whatsoever. We sought you out only to investigate the inside story of the destruction of the Qingxuan Holy Land. Now that the Burial God Palace has returned, the situation is critical. You must tell us everything about the Burial God Palace."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another patriarch from a sacred land stepped forward, his tone a mixture of fear and indignation: "You slaughtered cultivators of my sect, and we will settle this score with you in the future! But right now, the Heavenly Saint Sect has already fallen, following in the footsteps of the Pure Profound Sacred Land. No one knows who the Burial God Palace's next target will be!"

Everyone instinctively looked into the distance.

The once-powerful Tian Sheng Sect, which held a dominant position in the Eastern Continent, is now filled with deathly aura, its barrier shattered, and its entire territory has become a desolate wasteland, with a heavy gloom pressing down on people's hearts.

The earlier destruction of the Qingxuan Holy Land had already shaken the entire cultivation world, but it was still not enough to force all the reclusive patriarchs from various places to emerge from the world.

But in a short period of time, even the powerful Tian Sheng Sect was destroyed, and only then did everyone realize the true horror.

The return of the Burial God Palace this time is far more terrifying than imagined.

What is most frightening is that, up to this point, none of them have seen a single person or figure from the Burial God Palace.

"That's right! If you insist on concealing this, don't blame us for forcibly searching your soul today!"

The other powerful figures echoed his sentiments, their killing intent subtly rising, and the oppressive force above the sky suddenly intensified.

Faced with the relentless pressure from the crowd, Lu Wanheng stood amidst the swirling clouds, his expression unwavering, and coldly stated: "The inside story of Qingxuan's destruction is that Feng Wujiang had already secretly colluded with the Burial God Palace to set up a deadly trap."

The elder Mahayana practitioner who spoke first frowned, his face showing suspicion: "Is that all? Where is Feng Wujiang now?"

"He's dead."

Two short words, cold and resolute.

The old man pressed on, his gaze somber: "Just how many people does the Burial God Palace have?"

"one person."

The two flat, cold words fell, and the entire room fell into a sudden, deathly silence.

All the powerful figures from the holy lands who were blocking the sky were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

The next instant, a deafening chorus of doubts erupted!

"Absurd! How could a mere individual possibly destroy the profound and powerful Qingxuan Holy Land?"

"It's utterly impossible for one person to single-handedly crush the overlord Tian Sheng Sect! That's a complete lie!"

"I see she's deliberately hiding something! No need for further words, just perform a soul search!"

An old ancestor shouted sternly, his spiritual power surging, indicating that he was ready to make a move.

"I have told you the whole truth. Believe it or not, it's up to you. If you want to take action, feel free to try."

The moment his cold voice fell to the ground, Lu Wanheng's aura suddenly erupted, and the pressure of the Mahayana realm spread out like waves.

Since the last life-or-death battle, she has broken through the shackles of the Tribulation Realm and stepped into the Mahayana Realm.

Although he had only just entered this realm, his strength was in no way inferior to any of the veteran experts before him.

"presumptuous!"

The red-faced patriarch was furious, his spiritual energy surging, clearly having reached his limit.

Just as he was about to make his move, an aura far more terrifying than anyone else present suddenly descended, like the sky collapsing, instantly causing everyone to hold their breath.

Everyone turned their heads in shock, all looking toward the source of the aura.

At the edge of the void, three figures stood silently, alone above the sea of ​​clouds, their presence so oppressive that the entire world seemed to suffocate.

Among those three figures, two had identical appearances and auras, as if they were replicas!

Upon merely catching sight of these two identical figures, the veteran experts who had dominated the cultivation world turned pale, tensed up, and instantly entered a state of extreme alertness, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Only Lu Wanheng stood still, his pupils suddenly contracting sharply.

Those two identical faces belonged to Shen Shuchou!

Two identical figures spoke slowly at the same time, their voices overlapping and intertwining, carrying a bone-chilling coldness and an overwhelming, domineering pressure that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Gentlemen, are you looking for me?"

An elder from the holy land felt a tightness in his throat as he stared intently at the two overlapping figures, his voice trembling as he broke the silence: "You...you're from the Burial God Palace?"

The two voices, sharing the same origin, merged once more, casual yet carrying an arrogance and indifference that looked down upon all living beings: "Naturally, it is me."

He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the tense, wary group of powerful figures. His tone was filled with extreme mockery and contempt: "Weren't you all eager to see my true form? Now that I've personally appeared, why are you all afraid?"

Before he finished speaking, he slightly raised his fingertips, and an invisible, dark giant hand suddenly emerged from the void, silently enveloping the crowd!

The expression of the peak Mahayana realm expert who had just shouted that he wanted to search Lu Wanheng's soul changed drastically. His spiritual power surged violently as he tried to form hand seals to resist and retreat.

But in the face of this forbidden and terrifying power, all struggles are in vain.

His body stiffened abruptly, the crisp sound of bones shattering echoing clearly between heaven and earth. The extreme binding force crushed his limbs and bones, and the excruciating pain instantly devoured his soul, his face contorted with agony.

The next moment—

"Bang!!"

A deep, explosive roar shook the heavens!

A powerful Mahayana cultivator, capable of ruling over a region, was crushed in body and soul before he could even utter a complete scream. He exploded into a sky full of crimson blood mist, which dissipated into the sea of ​​clouds.

One move! Instant kill!

The sudden and extreme killing spree instantly shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The remaining powerful figures from the holy land all had their pupils shrink, their bodies turned ice-cold, cold sweat poured down their backs, their minds went blank, and they were completely caught in extreme astonishment and shock.

A moment later, faint, desperate trembling sounds rose and fell, filled with disbelief and terror.

"How...how is this possible..."

"Peak of Mahayana cultivation! Just like that... gone?!"

"Just what kind of heaven-defying and terrifying power is this...?"

The elder who had spoken first trembled slightly, his face ashen, his mind completely shattered, and he almost lost his balance.

The holy land ancestors, who usually looked down on the world from a high position, were now like ants waiting to be slaughtered, filled with extreme fear and powerlessness.

Two clones resembling Shen Shuchou stood above the sea of ​​clouds, their faces indifferent and their eyes devoid of any emotion.

The fear, panic, and despair of this group of people meant nothing to him.

The struggles and fears of ants never caught his eye.

After he regained Shen Shuchou's true body, he completely melted down the original body's essence, incorporating Shen Shuchou's soul and body into his own law system, and completely devouring and assimilating them.

These two replicated figures are his exclusive clones formed by relying on Shen Shuchou's original laws. They share the same origin and energy, possess immense combat power, and are entirely at the disposal of the Burial God Palace's will.

All things in the world, all living beings, are but dust and mud.

Of all the people in the room, only one person could pique his interest.

That was Lu Wanheng, standing silently in the wind, aloof and solitary.