She was the direct descendant of the Darkstar clan, yet her strength was pitifully "weak." Facing the coldness of her kin, her sisters' mockery, and her father's contempt, she merely smiled. At the moment of awakening, purple flames encircled her, her long purple hair flew in the wind, and not a ripple stirred in her scarlet eyes. This was the real her. She too could soar above the Mystic Heavens like a phoenix! But one calamity followed another: indifference, suspicion, betrayal, and injury destroyed the last thing she cherished. As her blood dripped onto the thorns piercing her body, blossoming into ghastly blood-red flowers, she finally understood how laughable the scrap of compassion she had held onto was in this jungle world of spirit masters. Her scarlet eyes, like the karmic flames of the Red Lotus, swept coldly over everything. The kindness and silence of the past had long since turned into cold, distant murderous intent. And he was the eldest son of the exalted Moon Clan, yet he had always treated her with tenderness. He was, to this day, the brightest light in her lonely, dark life...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
