The Villain: Bound by Fate, Saved by Her

They are well aware that the overall strength of the Heaven and Earth Alliance is no match for the Blood Shadow Demon Army. Even if they all take action now, it would be useless. Moreover, Ye Tian is in seclusion.

With their strongest warriors only at the Divine Emperor Realm, can they even stand against Ling Ye?

Everyone's eyes turn to Ye Ziwei. With Ye Tian absent, she is the one making the decisions.

"Should we act?" someone asks.

"No need," Ye Ziwei replies firmly. "Even if we intervene, it won't make a difference. Besides, this could be the Blood Shadow Demon Lord's plan—to attack our old allies and lure us out, only to strike us all at once."

The room falls silent as her words sink in. It makes sense.

If they act, they can't change the outcome. And worse, this could be a trap set by the Blood Shadow Demon Army to draw them out.

"We must not step out," Ye Ziwei continues.

"Then… doesn't that mean he's afraid?" A faint smile appears on her lips. "He knows that once Brother Tian emerges, it will be his downfall—the end of the Blood Shadow Demon Army."

"That's why he's trying to lure us out now. He even wants to provoke Brother Tian. Otherwise, why would he attack the Spirit Race, a force that offers him no real gain?"

Her voice carries through the hall.

"If he's afraid, that means we will win."

"When Brother Tian leaves seclusion, it will be the day Ling Ye falls from his throne."

Everyone nods in agreement.

Indeed, if Ling Ye's goal isn't to lure them out or disrupt Ye Tian's retreat, what other reason could he have for attacking the Spirit Race?

Ling Ye must be panicking.

And if he's panicking, it means he fears Ye Tian. It means Ye Tian will win.

The Heaven and Earth Alliance will become the new ruler of the heavens and the myriad worlds.

Ling Ye will fall.

"Although the Spirit Race has some ties to us, in our current situation… we can't act. Any intervention would be a pointless sacrifice," Ye Ziwei states.

"For the next two months, we must remain completely rational. No matter what the Blood Shadow Demon Lord does to provoke us, we cannot step out of this world."

"We wait until Brother Tian emerges."

"When that time comes, we will settle both old and new grudges. The Blood Shadow Demon Lord will pay for his crimes in blood."

"As for those wishing to join our Heaven and Earth Alliance, they may enter Qiankun World."

"But every single person entering must be strictly screened. We cannot afford a single mistake."

Her voice echoes through the hall, and everyone nods. Their gazes shift toward the deepest part of Qiankun World, all hoping for Ye Tian's return.

Above them all, Ye Ziwei's eyes are also fixed in that direction, her expression unwavering.

She whispers to herself, "Brother Tian, while you are away, I will lead the Heaven and Earth Alliance. Don't worry, everything will be fine.

I will prove to you—and to everyone—that I am your greatest supporter. That I am worthy of standing beside you. That I am worthy of being… your woman.

I am no less than Luo Li."

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Among the countless stars of the Chaos Universe lies a fragmented region—a void of ruins formed by the collapse of multiple worlds.

Scattered among the stars are the shattered remnants of ancient civilizations, the wreckage of worlds torn apart by a war of unimaginable scale.

Long ago, a battle shook the heavens and left this place in ruins.

It was here that the greatest swordsman of all time, Shan Jianyu, the No.1 Sword God, faced Ling Ye, the Blood Shadow Demon Lord.

Once, Shan Jianyu was an undefeated legend, her sword unmatched in all the heavens.

But in that fateful battle, she lost.

Defeated by Ling Ye.

And so, she sealed herself in this desolate void, where she has remained for thousands of years.

Now, in the midst of the endless wreckage, the blood-red void begins to distort.

Ling Ye steps through the shifting space, Zhuge Qingchan following close behind.

"Where is this place?" Zhuge Qingchan's eyes widen in shock.

The ruins before her stretch endlessly, suspended in the cosmos. Though she was born into the Spirit Race and possesses considerable knowledge, the sheer magnitude of this sight leaves her breathless.

Who could have caused such devastation?

"An old battlefield," Ling Ye replies with a faint smile.

Without further explanation, he flies toward the heart of the wreckage, Zhuge Qingchan following.

Before long, they arrive at the deepest part of the ruins.

There, hidden among the debris, stands a colossal sword formation—ancient, silent, and waiting.