Villain: Memories Revealed, the Heroine Reborn to Atone for Her Sins

[Host, are you absolutely sure about this? Once your soul self-immolates, you'll lose any chance of reincarnation. Are you certain this is what you want?]

"Oh, don't they all wish for me to die a violent death, leaving no trace behind? Well, today I'll grant their wish."

[But Host, you were clearly framed! If you just explain yourself, the Empress and the Goddess would surely believe you…]

"No need. Today, the path to the Nine Netherworld awaits. Lin Yang no longer exists in this world. Whether I explain or not makes no difference."

[You… Host, you're truly something. It's admirable that you're willing to die for love, but I don't want to die. I can't endure this humiliation. If you're going down, I'll make sure no one gets off easy…]

[If you die, I'll drag everyone down with you…]

"…"

Fairyland!

On this day, Lin Yang, the Nine Nether Emperor—a man branded as a murderous devil, accused of betraying his master, sacrificing millions, and even digging out his sister's supreme bones—met his end.

It is said that he destroyed his divinity and burned his soul before a solitary grave, severing even his path to reincarnation.

A bloody rain fell from the heavens, shaking all living beings across the realms.

"Hahahaha! Thank goodness this devil had some sense. He knew he was no match for righteous people like us, so he chose to end himself."

"Hmph, dying like that was too easy for this monster. We trusted him, and yet he colluded with the source of darkness. He deserved to be torn to pieces."

"Exactly! This scoundrel couldn't handle rejection from his master, turned love into hatred, slaughtered his own sect, and killed his master with his own hands. He got what he deserved."

"Not just death—he should've been struck by lightning! For a mere magical weapon, he murdered his father-in-law and brother-in-law, wiping out an entire family. It's a shame I didn't get to kill him myself."

As soon as the great devil Lin Yang perished, the heavens and the mortal world erupted in celebration, recounting his countless sins.

He had colluded with the source of darkness, betrayed his master, sacrificed millions, dug out his sister's supreme bones, and drained his fiancée's Chaos Blood…

Each act was a heinous crime that horrified all who heard of it. People clamored for his flesh and blood.

"Hehehe, Lin Yang, in the end, you were no match for me, Su Fan. I'll gladly accept the position of co-leader of the fairy world."

In the crowd, Su Fan, the so-called protagonist, laughed maniacally. To secure his position, he had sacrificed his own Taoist partner, conspired with the source of darkness, and framed Lin Yang. Now that he had achieved his goal, his joy knew no bounds.

Before a solitary grave, nine peerlessly beautiful fairies wept, their tears falling onto a spear radiating immense demonic power—the God-killing Spear, the innate weapon of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, Lin Yang.

These nine women were Lin Yang's beloved wives: the Empress, the Goddess, the Palace Master, the Demon Emperor, the Sword God…

Now, faced with the truth of Lin Yang's soul-destroying death, they sobbed quietly, their hearts shattered.

"Don't cry. That ungrateful wretch killed my eldest sister, wiped out my sixth sister's family, drained my seventh sister's Chaos Blood, and dug out Yao'er's Supreme Bone. He deserved this."

Among them, Chu Qingcheng, the peerless Sword God clad in a phoenix robe, spoke through her tears. She had known Lin Yang the longest, having ascended from the lower realm with him.

After sharing a bed with him for so many years, she thought she knew him well. Yet, she never imagined he would commit such atrocities.

"Wuwuwu… Second Sister, please stop. Now that he's gone, let him rest in peace. I… I forgive him."

Dao Xiaoman, the Demon Emperor whose Chaos Blood had been drained, wept uncontrollably. Despite everything, she still cared for that man.

"What's done is done. Let him go." The peerless Goddess Qin Luoli wiped her tears. Though Lin Yang had destroyed her family, she found herself unable to hate him anymore. Instead, she felt as though her very faith had crumbled.

"I can't believe it. My husband loved us so deeply. How could he change so suddenly and do such terrible things?"

"Now that he's destroyed his soul before Yao'er's grave, I'm even more convinced there's more to this story than we know." Shura Palace Master Ye Hanyan spoke coldly, her eyes sharp.

Of all the sisters, she had remained the calmest since Lin Yang's scandals came to light. She believed she knew him better than anyone, though she had no proof.

Boom!

At that moment, a deafening roar echoed through the heavens.

"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!"

"The Nine Nether Emperor fought alone against the darkness beyond the realms for thousands of years, bearing the weight of the world in silence. He should have been hailed as a hero, yet he was framed by a villain and met a tragic end—betrayed, scorned, and dying with hatred in his heart."

"He refused to explain himself, but that doesn't justify your betrayal. Now, I'll reveal the truth."

As the voice thundered, images appeared before all living beings in the heavens and myriad worlds—memories from Lin Yang's life, exposing the truth.

In the visions, a terrifying entity from the source of darkness disguised itself as Lin Yang using supreme secret techniques, committing unspeakable atrocities in his name.

On a rainy night, it killed Lin Yang's master, destroyed his sect, drained his fiancée's Chaos Blood, dug out his sister's Supreme Bone, slaughtered his father-in-law's family, and sacrificed millions of innocents…

The scenes shifted to show Lin Yang, upon learning of these horrors, fighting desperately against the source of darkness. Despite being misunderstood and cursed, he fought to the bitter end, his body broken and his spirit shattered, all to avenge the dead.

The final image showed Lin Yang, gravely wounded, kneeling before his sister Lin Qingyao's grave, weeping as he confessed his pain. In the end, his mind shattered, and he chose self-immolation, declaring:

"I wish for no afterlife. This world is not worth it."

With those words, the visions ended, and the heavens and worlds fell into stunned silence.

Chu Qingcheng, Dao Xiaoman, and the other women were now weeping uncontrollably, their hearts torn apart by guilt and grief.

"Why? Why didn't he explain himself?"

"It was hard enough for him to endure the world's hatred, and in the end, even we didn't believe him. He must have been heartbroken…"

"Husband, I'm sorry. I'll join you now…"

The nine heroines, consumed by regret, prepared to follow Lin Yang in death. But before they could act, the mighty voice boomed again:

"Lin Yang is dead, and all of you are complicit in his tragedy. You shall all be buried with him!"

...

Tianhuang Continent, Southern Region!

A battlefield littered with corpses and scorched by flames stretched as far as the eye could see.

A small girl in a light blue dress, her hair tied in two ponytails, wept bitterly as she cradled a bloodied, dying boy.

"Brother Lin Yang, wake up! You promised to take Yao'er to buy candied haws after the war. You never break your promises, right? Wake up, please…"

The girl cried until her eyes were swollen, but the boy showed no signs of life. Desperate, she picked up a nearby knife and cut her own hand.

Drip… drip…

Her blood fell into the boy's mouth. After a few moments, his lips twitched, and his eyes slowly opened…