I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

He Lian'er was extremely anxious. Seeing the distrust in Zou Mubai's deep eyes, she felt an unprecedented sense of crisis surge in her heart.

She knew very well that if she couldn't get the jade pendant back as soon as possible, she would probably lose her life here today.

So, she made a desperate decision. Taking advantage of Zou Mubai's momentary distraction, she flashed and pounced on Zou Mubai like a ghost, her fingertips almost touching the jade pendant that determined her fate.

However, her movements seemed to be replayed in slow motion in Zou Mubai's eyes.

Zou Mubai's cultivation was much higher than He Lian'er's, and he had been on guard against any move by He Lian'er.

He didn't move, but just raised his hand, and a powerful spiritual power swept out like a storm, accurately blowing He Lian'er away.

This attack was not only incredibly fast, but also contained 50% of Zou Mubai's strength.

He Lian'er only felt an irresistible force surging from all directions, wrapping her up completely. Then the world was spinning around her, and her body lost control and flew away like a fallen leaf caught in a strong wind.

When she finally realized what was happening, it was too late.

Her body drew a long arc and finally hit the opposite rock wall fiercely, making a deafening sound. The rock wall shattered due to the impact, and the broken stones flew everywhere, raising a cloud of dust.

He Lian'er felt as if her internal organs were displaced, the pain was unbearable, and a mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

She forced her eyes open and saw that she was hanging on the rock wall, teetering on the edge of the cliff, with boiling, steaming magma beneath her.

The magma was like a gaping bloody mouth, ready to swallow her at any time.

Fear and despair instantly overwhelmed He Lian'er. She had never thought that she would end up like this.

"Help! Help me--"

She struggled hard, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but her injuries and the scorching rock made it almost impossible for her to move. She could only watch herself getting closer and closer to the deadly magma, feeling the shadow of death approaching step by step...

At this moment, the entire space seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with an indescribable feeling of heaviness and relief.

The faces of several sect leaders and elders appeared stern, but their eyes revealed a complex emotion.

They had no sympathy for He Lian'er's immoral and cruel behavior. Instead, they believed that she deserved it and that death might be the fairest judgment for her.

The members of the He family were stunned and shocked.

Among them, some had placed high hopes on He Lian'er and believed that she was the pride of the family; others resented her and tried to avoid her.

But at this moment, looking at the figure that was about to be swallowed by the magma, all emotions turned into disbelief and deep sorrow.

Among this group of people, He Ronger's expression was particularly complicated.

The faint smile on her lips might seem a little cold to others, but to her, it was the release of emotions that had been pent up deep in her heart for a long time.

She clearly remembered how she was framed by He Lian'er in her previous life and eventually died tragically under the lava.

That kind of despair and unwillingness was like a brand deeply engraved in her soul. Now, seeing with her own eyes that the fate of her enemy was exactly the same as her own experience back then, she felt both the joy of revenge and the emotion of the impermanence of the world.

"Good will be rewarded and evil will be punished in the end, and karma will prevail." He Ronger said silently in her heart, as if she was seeking a little comfort for herself and all the victims.

As for He Lian'er, her struggles and cries seemed so small and powerless in the face of the rolling magma.

Just as He Lian'er was about to fall into the despair of the endless magma, He Xingwen's voice pierced the solidified air like an arrow. He asked anxiously, and every word was full of heaviness and urgency: "He Lian'er, you must answer me, why did you insist on bringing Rong'er from the peaceful human world back to this world of cultivation full of disputes? What secrets are hidden behind you?"

He Xingwen's questions were not only due to his deep desire for the truth, but also due to his recent frequent dreams. The vague but profound fragments in those dreams made him feel that there must be an ulterior conspiracy behind all this.

He hoped to resolve his doubts through He Lian'er's personal confirmation and verify whether those dreams were really some kind of foreshadowing.

However, He Lian'er was unable to save herself at this moment. Her cries for help echoed in the empty cave, sounding so helpless and desolate.

She desperately turned back to look at the He family members who once gave her warmth and shelter, her eyes full of pleading and despair, but all she got was indifference and alienation.

"Help... Come and save me... I don't want to die..." Her voice gradually became weaker, but it couldn't touch anyone's heartstrings.

"Zhao Yun" and He Tianhong, two brothers who once poured countless love and expectations on He Lian'er, all their emotions vanished at the moment they revealed her true face, and were replaced by bottomless hatred.

They could not accept that their loved ones, whom they regarded as the apple of their eyes, could be so cruel and willing to sacrifice others to fulfill their own wishes.

This shock and disappointment caused their feelings for He Lian'er to completely collapse, leaving only cold hatred.

He Kangcheng, as He Lian'er's father, his original preference for He Lian'er was largely influenced by the mysterious prophecy of Master Wu Tian.

However, when the truth came flooding in like a tide, revealing the conspiracy and crimes hidden behind He Lian'er, the preference based on prophecy instantly collapsed.

He realized that his previous blindness and indulgence were so absurd and ridiculous. Therefore, he no longer cared about He Lian'er's life or death.

In comparison, Xi Ruxin's mood is more complicated.

Deep in her heart, she always retained a trace of pity and reluctance for He Lian'er.

However, when she saw her sons' faces tense with anger and disappointment, she realized that she could not continue to indulge in her personal emotions. For the unity and future of the family, she had to make a choice.

So, she hardened her heart and forced herself to turn her head away and no longer look at He Lian'er's miserable appearance which was about to end.

He Rong'er saw all of this. She smiled sarcastically, her eyes full of ridicule and pleasure at He Lian'er's fate of being deserted by her friends and relatives.

The root of all this is the evil consequences that He Lian'er herself has caused.

He Lian'er's hands felt as if they were burned by flames, pressed against the scalding rock wall, and every second was torture.

She tried to find any support point, but it was no use. Her palms were covered with blisters and the pain was unbearable, but she gritted her teeth and dared not relax at all, because she knew that once she let go, she would be in an abyss of no return.