The chaotic footsteps nearly broke the sky, mixed with piercing screams and shouts.

Who could have imagined that this place was the Immortal Valley, home to the prestigious Hulü Family, the most powerful of the four great families?

The Immortal Valley was originally the most secretive place in Echeng County, with the Yuntian Waterfall outside obscuring the sky and bizarre landscapes inside blocking out the sun. Steep cliffs, towering rocks—nothing followed any architectural rules.

But just half an hour ago, Hulü Yan, the demon who had already thrown the entire cultivation world into chaos, broke through the barrier and forcefully intruded.

Afterward, the people of the Hulü Family fell one after another, their blood splattering on the white marble eaves pillars, trickling down the smooth surface.

The grand hall was brightly lit, and only the high dome had yet to be stained with blood.

Hulü Yan stopped in his tracks, looking at the man lying in disarray before him, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“After all these years, how useful has my heart been to you?”

The man’s heart tightened abruptly. He braced his hands on the ground, retreating frantically. Hulü Yan’s towering figure loomed over him, and the fear in the man’s eyes deepened.

“Hulü Yan, I’ll return your heart to you! Please, let me go, spare the Hulü Family! We are your kin! The ones you’ve killed were all your own kin…”

Before he could finish speaking, the blood-stained long whip pierced into the man’s chest with a sickening sound.

His voice stopped abruptly.

Immediately, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

As the man looked on in pain, the smile on Hulü Yan’s face slowly widened. He crouched down slightly, his long lashes lowered, seemingly enjoying the man’s expression of utter agony. He leaned closer and asked, “How useful has my heart been?”

The man opened his mouth, each word he spoke a struggle: “I… I’ll give it back… spare… the Hulü Family.”

Hulü Yan tilted his head slightly. “Even at death’s door, you’re still worrying about your family.”

“Please…”

“Fine, for the sake of you keeping my heart all these years, I’ll grant your wish.” With that, Hulü Yan withdrew his whip.

Blood gushed out, and the man, overwhelmed by the intense pain, blacked out, his body convulsing uncontrollably. Soon, Hulü Yan wrapped him in the long whip.

In the blink of an eye, Hulü Yan dragged him out of the hall.

Not long ago, the footsteps and shouts had faded, replaced by the sickening sounds of chewing and swallowing.

The man widened his eyes in horror.

All he could see were waves of withered corpses, moving like an army of ants, swarming out of nowhere. Their numbers were astonishing, countless and densely packed.

Looking out, no one had survived.

The man’s expression shifted from shock to terror, then to numbness.

He felt warm liquid drip onto his forehead.

He reached up to touch it.

It was blood.

Instinctively, he looked up—

And came face to face with a pale, lifeless face hanging from the eaves.

In that instant, tears poured from the man’s eyes. He cried out in anger and despair, “Xiao Lan!!”

Suppressing the nausea in his stomach, he suddenly turned his bloodshot eyes toward Hulü Yan, his overwhelming hatred making him wish he could tear Hulü Yan to pieces. “Hulü Yan! How dare you… to my son…”

Hulü Yan didn’t bother with words; the whip lashed out.

The man crashed into the blood-splattered white marble eaves pillar and fell to the ground, barely breathing.

As Hulü Yan approached, the whip coiled tighter around him.

Hulü Yan stood over him, looking down with a smile. “Weren’t you so concerned about your family? Take a good look.”

With that, Hulü Yan grabbed the man’s head, forcing him to look at the carnage below the steps.

The man shut his eyes tightly.

“I said, look.” Hulü Yan’s voice was gentle. “Watch how they died, see how their corpses are torn apart, and then look at your son—”

After a pause, he clicked his tongue in disgust. “He’s hideous.”

The man’s body trembled like a leaf, whether from pain or despair, or both. Tears streamed continuously from the corners of his eyes.

“How does it feel to be at someone’s mercy?” Hulü Yan asked softly. “You all took everything from me piece by piece back then. Now that I’ve let you feel it, how does it taste?”

Even with his eyes closed, the man could imagine Hulü Yan was still smiling, his cold brows and cold eyes contrasting with the smile on his face, like a reaper collecting souls.

“Hulü Yan… One day… you’ll regret this…” The man opened his hateful eyes, staring directly at Hulü Yan, gasping in pain. “You’ve fallen into the demonic path… slaughtered the innocent… this world won’t tolerate you…”

Hulü Yan laughed. “Indeed, this world can’t tolerate me. But I also can’t tolerate this world.”

The man seemed to realize something and spoke in disbelief, “You…”

“So—” Hulü Yan’s voice darkened, madness flickering in his pitch-black eyes, “If I die, I’ll take this world with me. How about that?”

“What are you planning? You…”

Before the man could finish, his voice disappeared completely.

Hulü Yan stood silent for a moment, his smile fading like the tide. Before long, he returned to his original, expressionless self.

He slowly stood upright, discarded the whip, and descended the steps.

It seemed the scene was coming to an end.

Mi Lu climbed up from a spot he had finally found to be clean, patting off imaginary dust. The stench of blood below was overwhelming, but he didn’t follow Hulü Yan down. Instead, he stood at the entrance of the grand hall, watching as Hulü Yan walked into the swarm of withered corpses.

This scene, including this time, he had witnessed ten times already.

He knew exactly what would happen next.

As expected, once Hulü Yan self-destructed and died, the entire world would once again plunge into a white void of chaos, but the chaos wouldn’t last long.

After a certain period, the world would reset, all the events would start over, and all the NPCs would be refreshed.

And then, another cycle would begin.

Mi Lu didn’t know what was going on. He only knew that he had transmigrated into a book.

At first, he didn’t realize he had transmigrated. It wasn’t until his first death that he remembered his original life and understood he was living in a novel. He wasn’t even a supporting character in the book—just a cannon fodder who barely appeared a few times.

After he died, he didn’t disappear or return home. He continued to exist as a soul, drifting around Hulü Yan.

He was bound, unable to escape.

He could only watch, as an outsider, as Hulü Yan, the male lead of the book, ruthlessly killed all those who had once betrayed, harmed, or mistreated him.

Finally, Hulü Yan died in an explosion of blood.

But that wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of another reincarnation.

As cannon fodder in the book, Mi Lu lost his memory after each death and, like the other NPCs, unconsciously followed the plot. Only after dying again did he regain his memories and resume floating around Hulü Yan, watching as Hulü Yan killed everyone before self-destructing again.

This cycle repeated endlessly, round after round.

And now, it was the tenth cycle.

Mi Lu took a few steps forward and saw the blood expanding outward from where Hulü Yan stood, spreading across the entire field of view like a tidal wave.

He knew—

The eleventh cycle was about to begin.

The sound of collapsing buildings roared in his ears, and the blood-red wave devoured the world at a frightening speed.

His vision was filled with red.

There was no other color to be seen.

For the tenth time, Mi Lu realized that when red reached its peak, it truly turned black.

A familiar pull arose from beneath his feet, as if he were being drawn into a vortex.

It was the vortex of the plot.

Even though he had resigned himself to his fate, Mi Lu couldn’t help but curse before losing consciousness.

Damn it!

This messed-up plot!

When will it ever end?!

Reincarnation, reincarnation, reincarnation—it’s enough to drive a person insane!!

In the next moment, darkness overtook him, and his consciousness vanished.