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

A small figure slowly emerged from the surging black mist, its body shrouded in a hazy halo, its outline indistinct!

Even with just a fleeting glance, her heart trembled, and she instantly recognized the illusory figure.

That was a form that had long resided in her heart, a form imagined by her countless thoughts.

This phantom lingered in her heart for years until the day Qingxuan's life took a turn for the worse, when it vanished without a trace.

She never imagined that when she was in dire straits and on the verge of death, this figure hidden in her heart would reappear in the world.

As the figure approached, the raging demonic energy around them suddenly stopped, and even the overwhelming pressure of the evil spirit seemed to be isolated by an invisible force.

A strange, deathly silence descended upon the world, so empty it was as if time itself had been frozen, leaving only this figure and Lu Wanheng kneeling on the ground.

Lu Wanheng stared blankly at the small figure, his dry pupils bloodshot, reflecting the hazy light around him.

"you……"

She wanted to ask, but her throat was dry and she could not speak.

The figure didn't speak, but simply gazed at her quietly. Though the outline was blurry, it exuded a comforting sense of familiarity.

The next second, he slowly reached out a hand and gently stroked Lu Wanheng's cheek.

In an instant, a warm yet powerful force surged into her limbs and bones like a clear spring, instantly dispelling the rampant demonic power within her body.

The torn meridians, nourished by this power, began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the other side, unseen by Lu Wanheng, Shen Shuchou's body was quietly undergoing a transformation.

Those eyes, which had previously been tainted by demonic energy and were now filled with an icy chill, had their dark shadows gradually faded, leaving behind a blank and helpless look.

He first looked down at Lu Wanheng, who was kneeling on the ground and covered in bruises, then turned to look at the small, floating figure.

In a short moment, the whole truth came to him, and his mind became clear.

This illusory image that has lingered in Lu Wanheng's heart for years is essentially a fragment of his divine consciousness in this world.

He himself was a consciousness created by the system's Heavenly Dao order. Only when his own soul completely merged with this wisp of remnant will could Lu Wanheng fill the gap in his bloodline and destiny and transform into a true, complete form.

His vital energy was thrown into chaos, and his consciousness was forcibly devoured by sin.

It was at that moment that the phantom hidden in Lu Wanheng's heart took the initiative to appear, replacing him and falling into the danger of being swallowed up, and then disappeared from her heart.

However, the faint divine soul belonging to his true self never actually left this physical body.

However, at that time it was too weak and faint, hidden deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, so faint that no one could detect it.

Having fully grasped all the causes and consequences, Shen Shuchou now clearly understood the only path he needed to take next.

The area was isolated by a barrier formed by that gentle force, but this disturbance in the world eventually alerted the Sin hanging in the sky.

The next instant, an overwhelming and terrifying pressure, enough to crush even the soul, crashed down into the abyss.

Shen Shuchou's heart tightened, knowing that this matter could not be delayed in the slightest.

The small, illusory figure moved at the sound, slowly walking towards Lu Wanheng's body, gradually merging into her bloodline.

In the instant their lingering resentments merged, Shen Shuchou's figure suddenly appeared clearly before Lu Wanheng's eyes.

When their eyes met, and she met those eyes that were etched into her very bones, her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Just as she was about to call out to him, the sight before her eyes startled her—Shen Shuchou's body was melting and fading away inch by inch, starting from the edges.

The scattered streams of light coalesced into a warm power that she was intimately familiar with, surging wildly towards her from all directions.

"don't want……"

Lu Wanheng cried out in pain, filled with fear.

She desperately tried to raise her hand to stop him, to break free from the pulling force, but her meridians were bound by the power, and she could not move an inch. She could only watch helplessly as his body disintegrated little by little.

In just a few breaths, Shen Shuchou completely disappeared from her sight, leaving only a soft light flowing around him.

A gentle yet relieved voice slowly lingered in her ears.

"Master, let all grudges end here. If there is an afterlife, I will still willingly become your disciple."

Upon hearing these words, Lu Wanheng could no longer hold back his emotions, and scalding tears streamed down his blood-stained face.

The moment her voice faded, the myriad powers flowing around her surged into her body like a rainbow piercing the sun.

In an instant, a power far surpassing the might of demons and gods erupted from the bottom of the abyss. A pillar of light, interwoven with gold and gray, shot straight into the sky, tearing a huge gash in the darkness that shrouded the five continents. Even the terrifying pressure of the Sin was shattered inch by inch.

High in the sky, as Sin felt the surge of power, a crack appeared on his usually arrogant face for the first time, and disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.

Cang, who was imprisoned beside him, suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter filled with relief and certainty: "Heh... Zui... I told you you would lose. Now, this is just the beginning."

Lu Wanheng slowly rose into the air from the bottom of the abyss, surrounded by a dazzling radiance that blended divine and demonic energy, with divine brilliance and demonic swirling and flowing, covering the vast wilderness.

Her eyes, a mixture of gray and gold, washed away the sorrow of the past and the ravages of life and death, leaving only a profound and timeless stillness and tranquility.

"crime!"

A single, chilling word shattered the clouds, resounding throughout the universe, echoing in every corner of the broken landscape.

She gently raised her hand, and the sword blade condensed into shape in her palm, the patterns of gods and demons dancing on the blade flowing and shining.

The two forces merged perfectly, emanating a terrifying aura that surpassed the Mahayana realm and reached the Emperor realm, like an invisible shackle that shrouded the end of the entire world.

Just by being looked at by her, the demonic blood in his body began to boil uncontrollably. His already ferocious face was instantly covered with twisted veins, and his eyes burst with overwhelming killing intent and fear.

"I have existed since ancient times, enduring countless battles!" Sin roared, his voice shaking the heavens and earth. "Want to kill me? No one can!"

A wild and violent demonic roar tore through the heavens!

The heavy black mist that had enveloped the five continents and four seas suddenly surged and boiled, and countless scarlet demonic blood gushed out from the depths of darkness, like an overturned celestial river pouring down on the world.

Any mortal being or cultivator within the Five Continents, regardless of their cultivation level, will have their soul shattered and their body dissolved the moment they come into contact with this overwhelming demonic blood. Not even a remnant soul or ashes will remain; they will all be devoured and refined by the demonic blood, becoming the essential nourishment for their sinful bodies.

Across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, cries of sorrow and desolation filled the air; countless lives perished in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, half of the living beings on the vast five continents were annihilated.

The essence, soul, cultivation, and vitality of countless living beings, along with the spiritual energy of all things nurtured by heaven and earth for millions of years, were all fused into the scalding crimson torrent of demonic blood, which surged and flowed into the boundless black mist.

The black mist surged and billowed, the demonic energy overwhelming the sun, moon and stars. All the life essence that had been devoured was gathered together, melted and unified, and frantically poured into the sinful body along the dark sky.

Om-!

A deafening, age-old demonic tremor resounded throughout the universe!

The figure of sin swells, grows, and transforms wildly amidst the endless blood sacrifice of countless lives!

Flesh and blood are reconstructed, and demonic bones are regenerated.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from human form into a colossal, dark demon god shadow, towering ten thousand feet high and blotting out the sky.

The demonic body stood majestically between heaven and earth, its head reaching the sky and its feet crushing mountains and rivers, its boundless demonic power suppressing this world.

"Now that you have glimpsed my eternal true form, your death here can be considered without regret."

A violent, demonic roar that shook the entire universe exploded, and malevolent energy swept across the eight wastelands.

Before the words were finished, a gigantic, boundless black hand, covering the entire sky, descended from the heavens with an overwhelming demonic power that could overturn the world. Its five fingers blocked out the sun and moon, displaying an aura of world destruction.

Facing this terrifying offensive capable of annihilating five continents, Lu Wanheng's face remained completely calm, only the divine and demonic energies intertwined and churning in his eyes were cold and piercing, revealing his sharp edge.

The next instant, she steadily raised her arm and slowly lifted the long sword in her hand.

In an instant, the sword unleashed a dazzling blade of light that spanned the heavens and earth, cleaving through yin and yang. She gripped the hilt and fiercely slashed out at the thousand-foot-long demonic palm.

The golden sword light, a fusion of divine and demonic energy, collided violently with the boundless, desolate black demonic power.

The violent shockwave from the collision of the two supreme forces swept outwards, and in an instant, the land of the five continents shattered and dissolved, turning into nothingness and dust.

The giant hand, thousands of feet long, was ripped open by this sword strike, and black blood gushed down like a waterfall, emitting a mournful roar.

Lu Wanheng's Emperor Realm aura erupted completely, like an inextinguishable sun, rising against the tide of the shattering sword force.

With each step she took, the dark realm of sin crumbled inch by inch.

"This is impossible!!"

The ancient, undying roar of the demon god shattered the sky, his ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic body trembled violently, and the monstrous demonic energy surged and churned chaotically.

The only response he received was a relentless, devastating barrage of sword light.

One sword strike after another, countless sword energies pierced the air and intertwined in an instant, forming an impenetrable, all-encompassing sword net that covered the heavens and the earth.

The next instant, the boundless sword net suddenly and rapidly contracted inward!

The countless sharp sword energies surged like a tidal wave, piercing through the black mist, tearing apart the demon's body, and penetrating the massive demon god's body, leaving it riddled with holes and exploding inch by inch.

Amidst the flurry of sword flashes, Lu Wanheng gracefully moved through the air, already standing atop the towering demonic shadow.

She stood high in the heavens, her gaze piercing the desolate night, devoid of sorrow or joy, only displaying a cold indifference that judged all things.

Her lips parted slightly, each word as weighty as the laws of nature.

"You deserve to die."

As soon as she finished speaking, she held the sword in one hand and slowly raised it above her head.

The world suddenly trembled violently, heaven and earth were turned upside down, mountains and rivers collapsed and roared, and the rules of the entire world trembled and bowed down in the face of this sword strike.

On the sword, the two extremely opposing forces completely merged into one.

Ultimately, it coalesces into an extreme gray-white that devours light and shadow and encompasses all things.

Lu Wanheng's wrist suddenly sank, and he resolutely slashed down!

With a single sword strike, the world changed color!

Half the world is covered in deathly silence and ashes, burying countless sins of the ages.

Half the world is covered in pure white snow, washing away all the darkness of the world.

A peerless sword mark, stretching across the sky and without beginning or end, suddenly took shape, cleaving through illusions and reaching the ends of the world, never to fall.