After I Transmigrated into a Book, I Became the Saintess

The Night of the Blood Sacrifice in Netherworld Valley: I Crushed the Demon Lord's Throat Bone

The instant I opened my eyes in a blood-red swaddling cloth, a spirit-pet contract System bound itself to me amid the agony of my soul being torn apart.

Every time I save a dying spirit beast, I can steal a fragment of the original story's plot, at the cost of ten years of my life.

"Shouldn't a Holy Maiden be as pure as the bright moon?" I watched the gates of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion collapse while chewing on candied hawthorn. A nine-tailed fox, transformed into a silver bell, coiled around a demon cultivator's neck. "Better to have an evil flood dragon swallow this fake moon."

When my cold-hearted senior sister takes up the Heart-Cleansing Bell, and the immortal crane prophesied to die young brings forth an ancient, incomplete scroll, the Mystic Realm finally realizes that the little Holy Maiden who cuddles fox cubs and acts cute has already traded a hundred years of her life for a requiem for ten thousand demon lairs.

"Who says the savior can't be crazy?" I shattered the pressure of a tribulation-transcending cultivator. Behind me, ten thousand spirit beasts tore open the barrier to the Immortal Domain. "Everyone in Netherworld Valley, it's time to repay your debt for the three hundred sword bones of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion."